WARNING IT'S LONG, BUT SO IS 70.3 MILES
&
EVERYTHING THAT GOES WITH IT
That being said if you want to skip the preface straight to the "meat"
scroll to bottom all the way to race day. There is also a short movie after the report.
Where do I begin to tell the story of how great a love can be the sweet love story that is....
OK, got carried away there.
I have been completely dragging on writing this report. At first it was just gathering the thoughts on what still felt like a dream scrambled in pieces coming clear to me slowly. Then it became an actual loss of words. For those of you who know me all to well you know I hardly ever find myself at a loss for words. You know when
Viv shuts up, it is serious.
Thursday April 02
I went to the Dr. Thursday morning and she agreed to give some
Xanax to calm my crazy ass nerves down a bit. I thought it would help me sleep since there had been no sleep in my life for days, otay weeks. Then headed for a pedi, which should be mandatory with all the feet one sees at a tri. Later that evening I took my bike over to
Tri Sis's &
Da Man's house, who so sweetly transported my bike for me to New Orleans. I knew
SOW would be in good hands with it's
QR cousins. Came home finished packing up everything, triple checking e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. I had already had a dream that I forget my helmet and the expo only had
Darth Vader style helmets. After all that, I took my Xanax and felt like I had 4 glass of wine or easier said a bottle. No sleep came with that effect but I felt totally chill.
Friday April 03
Morning came around and at 8:30A I was picking up my girls for a road trip to New Orleans.
Shane had a lot of meetings on Friday so he planned on flying in to New Orleans on Saturday. I was glad I had
Kelli, Lisa, Phyllis, &
Chandra there with me. They definitely had me laughing. I did have my quiet times and they let me have those to. They had made awesome signs for me and made plenty of arrangements between work, children, even pet sitting to come support ME...It is something I will never forget. Of course as with any road trip there are stories to be told. All I am sayin' is Burger King in
Braux Bridge, hehehe! The homies were staying in the Quarter so when they weren't cheering me on they could make thier own fun. They said they would see me as much or as little as I wanted. I took
da' girls with me to the Expo since I knew this is when it would all really sink in especially at the briefing. While at the briefing I saw
Steve in a Speedo, who had a PR check out his cool report. I was stunned that I recognized him without his yellow short shorts. It is always nice to meet other bloggy peeps. I got a text from
Cassie/Tiggs ,
(check out her report) while at the briefing asking
where u b? I was
like at the briefing, she said me too. It was
like that movie where the operator says, "the call is coming from inside the house..." LOL! We popped our heads up and did a once over. Once our eyes met we gave each other the runners nod. Our glance from across the room said it all without a word. I know she could sense my nerves as I could sense hers. There were a few rules that
M-dot does at their events that I had no idea about.
Like, 4 bike length distance, penalty tents, opting out of the swim?!? No biggie but when you already nervous, new information can rattle the cage. We got our stamps and headed over to get our number.
1391! 13 is my lucky number so I was willing to take all luck thrown at me. The Expo was about the size of my bedroom. I bullshit you not.
Da' girls were awesome and totally spoiled me. They got me a Ironman70.3 bag and the official artwork for the event. I left them at their hotel and headed to meet some of
Team Strive,
Leslie, Dee, their better halves, Tri Sis & Da Man at the hotel in
Metairie. The hotel recommended this great little Italian place so we piled in my Yukon XL to discover it was a block away. It took more effort to back the beast outta the parking lot then it would have taken to walk there. HAHAHA! We had a very lovely dinner. Times like that make me thankful of the great people that have come into my life because of triathlon & running. When you look back at these races it is just not the race itself. It is everything that surrounds it as well that make them so memorable. After dinners some of us took a little field trip to get some supplies at
Whole Foods. They didn't have my triple processed non organic oatmeal crap I eat. It was still a fun little outing full of u-turns. I am super glad we stayed out of the New Orleans hoopla. There was so much traffic in the city with the 3000 people racing plus the pirate convention
(it was funny seeing them in their full get up around town), and teacher convention. We were away from the chaos in our own little bubble with full kitchens, which kept the anxiety at bay. I was in bed by 10P but still no sleep till way past midnight.
Saturday April 04
I met the same
Strive group from dinner the night before and we headed out to check out the course. After some more u-turns
(can I just say New Orleans should consider making the city less confusing) we got to transition. It was so impressive yet intimidating to me to see this
HUGE (since Paris Hilton is now endorsing this word, bimbo) area getting hundreds of racks set up preparing for 3000 athletes the following day. We walked over to the swim exit to see Natascha Badmann squeezing into her teeny tiny wetsuit. We chatted a little with her then headed over to swim start. Some of the hubbys took notice to not swim into the cove at about 500 in but to stay close to the booeys to not add extra purposeless distance. Reasons like this is why it is good to check things out before hand. Before we took off we chatted momentarily with Heather Gollnick. It was really cool watching her and the family pull up in the Hummer. It is a family thing coming to watch Mom, so cool. We then proceeded to drive the bike course. It was hard not to think that this is a long 56 mile drive we would be covering the same distance on our bikes the next day. At one point I looked at Dee and we simultaneously took deep breath. The gang split up as they went on to drive the run course.I had to leave to pick up Shane who was flying in. Shane and I then met da' girls for lunch in the Quarter, where they shared all their fun stories from Bourbon Street the night before. After that went back to the hotel. I grabbed my bike rode around the hotel checking the gears and such. Oh, there was a fight with a biatch in a Lexus wag who could not share the right lane when she had total access to the left lane. She annoyingly blew on the horn rolled down her window and said, "what is your problem?" Oh no she didn't. I uncliped and released the tension that had been boiling up in me to this race. I yelled," me, what the fuck is your problem get in the other lane you $$^t!" I will save your eyes from the last word. It is one of those I keep really deep in my pocket of cuss words. Ahh, did that feel good though. LOL! Loaded up the bike with Shane and headed in to bike check in. I let some air out of the tires like I remembered the stories of blown tires in the dead heat. I did make a mistake that had me worrying most of the night. I left my bike shoes clipped in and then stressed they would be missing race morning. By 5P I was worn out! All the stresses leading up to the big day with lack of sleep had me skipping dinner with Team Strive that evening. We ordered a pizza laid in bed while watching some TV. I was asleep by 10P and awake at 2A ready to race. I made myself catch a few more hours of restless sleep.
Sunday April 05 Ironman 70.3 New Orleans RACE DAY
The morning started out with
Shane making breakfast. He also managed to set off the smoke detector while burning the sausage. We had to open the windows, grab a towel and fan out the smoke detector. Typical Viv drama, HAHAHA! Now, that is the way I like to start my mornings...
Shane loaded up everything and we were gone.
(As I write this I feel the butterflies I felt that morning.) It was still a bit dark in transition and the area was a buzz. My bike shoes were still there clipped on. Whew! The chick behind me was freaking out. She had left her bike shoes at the hotel. Deja Vu! I had all my stuff laid out with in 45 minutes. It was a longer race so I wanted to be sure I went over everything. I made my way over to the buses to swim start. Then the volunteers started saying you better start walking to everyone. I just was not prepared in my cheap throw away flips to walk more then a mile. This race official was like, "you are doing 70.3 what is 1.2 more?" Umm, in these shitty flip flops and moist streets could be my fall before the race. Then of course I am walking by this group talking about Kona and how easy this course is in comparison. So wishing I had my iPod....I still had not seen a familiar face since
Shane dropped me off transition. Then at swim start I see
Jon Walk. He had me pose for a pic. I had the biggies grin, mostly because I was happy to see a face I knew. Within seconds there came the
Team Strive gang. I think I hugged
Leslie tightly. I guess to feel comforted. We made our way to the port a cans. The line was unreal!
Cassie and I would not have made our swim waves if we waited. I was OK with it since it was an in water start, if you know what I mean. We shimmied into our wetsuits.
Cassie and I hung out till her start. She was 4 minutes before me. So I only had to be with me and my nerves for 4 more minutes. Once I was in the water there was no turning back, the nerves would be left there in Lake Pontchartrain. Once I was in my holding area I hear
Shane screaming, "Viv, Viv" Ahh, I was hoping I could see him before I went off. He could see my tears of fear building. For the first time he understood not to say something crazy like,
if you don't wanna do it we can leave. He said,
"no crying your my tough girl, sweet." I just needed to see his face before the challenging day ahead. My
sister was on the phone telling me she loved me, and I could do this.
Da' girls gave me hugs and told me the best thing,
they were already proud of me.....
The report is broken up in legs with times. Mind you the times meant nothing to me. Seriously, I had one time in mind and that was to finish before they came and picked me up or let me keep crawling to an empty finish area. I had 8 hours from the time the last
wave went in the water. For me that meant a total time of T-9 hours.
Swim: 1.2miles (59:17 /3:04.4/100m)
We walked into the water with the start booeys within 15 yards. The plan was to get out of the water fresh. I stayed relaxed, never thinking about what is in here or even worst what was. All that stuff that can mess with your head. It was point to point, meaning from the start you never see that final booey with the naked eye, which I also tried not to think about. I kept my mind on the day as a whole. About how much I wanted to be here, finishing this race and if that meant swimming 1.2 miles well so be it....My plan, just swim all chill till I see I am there. It was one of the few times in a race where I barely made contact with other swimmers. I did find myself going towards the cove and focused on staying further from it. I am sure I added distance with all my weaving, but I can't walk straight much less swim straight. Another nice thing about the swim course was that the shoreline was so close. It was cool to have the spectators walk alongside and cheer you on. My wetsuit was giving me a hard time. I am guessing that in the super humid air walking from transition to swim start that most of my Body Glide had dissipated. The neck of my wetsuit was rubbing on my neck badly. I had to stop a few times to try to adjust as much as I could. Every time I did that I would hear
Shane and
da' girls screaming, "Go Viv!" I loved that...Once I made it to the 1/2 mark booey my Timex read 28:29. It felt good to know there was a large possibilty I could be out of the water before an hour.
T1: (8:46)
There is a story to this one. I jogged out of the water with my suit half off before hitting the mat with everything going well, but had to hit up the port a can for a potty break. I just can't pee and swim, never can never will. I changed into my bike jersey out of my baby size tri top. I knew I would be pulling down on it for the next 69.1 miles. I wanted to be sure to be as
"comfortable" as possible. In a sprint or an OLY...why I never, but this was no OLY and surely not a sprint. I took my time at my rack to make sure I grabbed everything. Well as I almost hit the mat out and felt my back pocket to feel that I left all my
Accel gels, fanfreackintastic. One of the volunteers held my bike as I jogged all the way back. Got my stuff and off I went.
Bike: 56miles (3:43.48 /15mph)
Leaving the transition area they had us to this little cluster loopty loop around the transition area. The pro was getting some good cowbell before heading out, and letting me grab my bearings, so to speak. Letting the stomach settle, get used to getting lungs full of air all that great stuff that comes with being on land. I recall seeing
Jon right after leaving transition and giving the camera that genuine, I am so glad to be outta the water smile. The way out was really good for me. I was keeping the HR in check, getting great speed with easy effort. About 20 minutes into it I went to grab my pb&j and it was so hot that the peanut butter melted and was all in the zip lock, ewww! It was frozen when I left transition in the morning. It always worked during training but I did not expect it to get that warm in 2 hours. Oh well, that is why you plan. I had packed extra gels just in case. Began to take in the gel as planned, kept up with hydrating. When I passed by
mile 15 aid station I wanted to grab a water to pour on my head to cool off. Well they did
not have water just gels, and bars. I did not think too much on it since I had my own fluids and knew if anything I could surely make do till the last aid station. All is good when you plan, but sometimes things go down that you can not plan for. My
aero container flipped out at about mile 20. The larger chamber malfunctioned. I don't know if I did not connect the straws right but anything below the straw connection I could not get anything out. I finished off the 16oz water in my cage and the top 16oz I could get out of the big chamber. I then changed the plan to just do a bottle exchange at
mile 30 aid station, to top of the aero container. During training I did not take in as much fluid as I was taking in today. Then again much warmer and humid, mouth a little dry from a minor salty swim and oh yea it was race day and as much as you try to mimic it, ain't nothing like the real thing. I chilled out since I knew there would be an aid station coming up shortly. I got to
mile 30 aid station shocked to find again, no water, no Gatorade, NOT a liquid to be found! I found myself with no fluids and extremely thirsty....At that moment as I am passing the discard zone I see half full water bottles that people had thrown after whatever they may have used them for. I pulled over grabbed one removed the lid and refilled the aero container. I was in a bit of a panic mode because thinking back now I should have found a couple more half empty bottles to fill my cage bottle and both chambers of the aero instead of just the 16oz side. I really thought what I did there would hold me over to
mile 48 aid station. At this time is when I started seeing other
Team Strivers. I can't remember the order but I know it was such an up lifter! We would yell at each other, "gooooo xxx!" I had just made the turn and could see them on the opposite side. I think I forgot to mention that after mile 15 the wind began whipping up. It was a
brutal head wind from
mile 23ish on for me. Even though we looped it felt as the wind would change just enough to become nothin' but head wind. Reports later would say that the wind was topping off at 17mph at the time I was out on the bike course. It was so disheartening to push push push and get nothing out of it. It would feel like I had the damn bike on the trainer at times, pedaling to nowhere. I began to feel the energy draining from me. I was just looking forward to some fluids when I arrived at the
mile 47 aid station, my body was demanding it. I was on empty and
so where they. We were being told, "hold what you got till transition." Umm, being that I had nothing that would mean just that
nothing till transition. I saw
Shane & da' girls giving me cowbell at around
mile 50, it was much welcomed and needed. At
mile 51 is where things were getting extremely ugly for me. I would start to pass the people carrying the bikes in on thier back. Or even worst just sitting there on the side of the road with their heads down in thier hands, the day for them was over. When I say people I mean more than one, it was dozens.
How do I recall feeling at that point? I just wanted my day to be over too. It was a mental, physical battle for the next
5 miles. You may think, oh Viv you have already done
51 what is
5 more miles....Trust me, for me each mile was getting more difficult then the last. It included those brutal head winds, nearing dehydration, and the bridge and overpass that seemed challenging on the way out now on the return quickly seemed impossible. As
Team Strivers were now passing me they would give me those encouraging words I needed to hear. Even if one of the encouraging words were, "this is bullshit!" HAHAHA! I just kept telling myself I have to get a chance at that 13.1 miles. In my mind once I was at 13.1 miles to go, there would be nothing that would stop me, not even myself.
The race directors response to lack of fluids, click here.
T2: (6:49)
I remember coming into T2 a little disoriented and very pist off!! I was feeling the effects of not having enough fluid on the bike course! Shane & da' girls where at the fence line by my transition area. They all stayed silent. I think they did not know what to tell me. Shane tried to hand me his Gatorade. I told him no. If I were to get DQ'd for outside assistance. I would have gone postal... I grabbed two half full water bottles thrown by the fence line took the lid off and sucked them down. I did not want to work on my Fuel Belt bottles becuase who knew what was waiting for me on the run. I grabbed my stuff and made my way out. I felt weak, like I was barely moving. They had some gallons of water as I left transition. One of the voulenteers asked if it was OK to pour some on me that I did not look well. He then asked the question I did not want to hear, "Ma'am do you want to continue?" I will be fine I told him just needed fluids. I started to get a little jog on to feel the legs coming out of transition to hear the man next to me tell me, "It ain't worth dying over!" Shit, did I look that terrible?!?
Run(or sumfin like it): 13.1miles (3:39.17/16:44min/mile)
I took my first step out on the run course to be greeted by Shane looking very serious. He proceeds to tell me(he had to remind me later what he said), " Vivian, it is not worth risking your health. It is a race, and I will still love and not think less of you. We have a little boy at home." I told him not to worry I would feel better once I got some Cytomax in. I waved him bye and kept walking along. I knew I had to start the run/walk intervals but now was not the time, walking was challenging enough. Around mile 2.5 I started bringing in a little jog it would last like 30 seconds then I got over it real quick. At this time I saw Da' Man on the opposite side. He looked happy to see me still at it. Hell, he just looked happy. It was great to see him though I needed a smile right then and there. At that point I put aside the thoughts that I might be walking a 1/2 marathon. It is pretty easy to do when you see so many doing the same, and suprisingly I had a little time to play with. I put a smile on my face and kept striving! I kept on plan with the gels & hydration. Can I just say, I LOVE our Team Strive uniforms. First, we can't miss each other out on the course with our bright green. Secondly, the encouraging words you get from spectators, "keep striving, go strive, you make striving look easy!" I even got a, "I saw your Strive sisters and they will be waiting for you at the finish line." Yet, my fave funniest cheer from a spectator came from this lady with not a tooth one who looked at me dead in the eyes like she was putting a spell on me, "I see you, girl, I see you, hahahaha!" She did the whole pointing to herself for I, the pointing to the eyeballs for see, then the final point to me for you. Funny, yet freaky all in one! At mile 4 I did not prepare for this chub rub under my arms. I was walking with the arms kinda out from my body when this girl out on the course heading out asked if I needed Body Glide. I was thrilled and shrieked, "yes, please!" She said, "I looked like I needed some." Got the hook up and felt mo' betta. A little after that Jon came around on the bike since he had press creds and kept me a company for a bit. It was nice to let the mind float aways for a few. After, he left I was ready. I picked up a jog at mile 5 and was feeling good. I kept it going and at mile 6. Shane & da' girls where there with signs, cowbells, and screams! Shane looked pleased to see me feeling good. I was blowing kisses so I knew I was good right then and there. I was able to maintain whatever run/walk thing I had going till about mile 7.5. Each mile quickly become more tolling on the body. My run intervals became non exsistent and the walks got nothing but slower. I recall at mile 9 it was hot and humid. We were going through a park with shadded trees. My mind was just telling me to lay down under the tree that they would come find me. I bullshit you not, I was really thinking that. It was getting harder to fight the majority of my thoughts that were all telling me to stop. My walk pace had gone from 14:40/min/mile to a struggling 19:15/min/mile. It all felt like all the same laborious exertion. I believe after mile 10 you could label what I was doing was crawling. It was the same small group of people around me at this point. I remember these two annoying chicks who were relaying the run leg, yet walking fresh as cucumbers talking about beignets, and how lovely the city is. I knew I still had fight in me if I had enough energy to want to slap them. Then there was another girl who was definately in my boat. The last 3 miles she would crawl past me then I would crawl past her. We remained silent but acknowledged each others precense with the most deep painful sounding grunts. I found myslef letting out 2 grunts per grueling extenuating step. I could tell we were coming in closer to the Quarter. Then I heard a volunteer say less than 800 yards to go for the turn onto Decatur Street. I made the turn and saw Shane running on the sidewalk next to me. I could not finish with a crawl, had to dig deep to finish with what my body had left. Picked up a shuffle, every step felt like stepping in a pile of flaming glass. It hurt, everywhere.
As I type this now I am developing a knot in my throat. I had taken time away from writing this report because I knew these feelings were all still way too close to the surface. I have heard it said, that in these distances you will find out who you really are. Not to say that it takes a 1/2 Ironman or an Ironman to find out who you are or what you are made of. It can happen in any situation that takes you out of your comfortable, routine life bubble. For now and for me it was Ironman 70.3 that took me out of my comfortable stay at home Mom routine. Not just over the 70.3 miles but all the miles leading up to it. I was tested continously by being thrown out hurdles bigger then the last (you can click on the hurdles link to read more on that). My Coach reminded that the finish would be that much more meaningful.
It was!
All the months, the pain, the tears, the time away from family & friends, the frustration, the 2 a week PT sessions, the doubt, then belief, only to doubt again was boiling over inside of me. Every mile down on the 70.3 distance brought it all to a boiling over point.
The finish line was fast approaching. I gave high fives to da' girls who were standing along side of the chute. I high fived any hand that was put out in front of me. I found it hard to catch my breath, almost hyper ventilating at this point. I was fighting back the emotions that were boiling over. I crossed that finish line, and I did not even let the volunteer put the medal around my neck. I grabbed it out of her poor hands and put it on myself, like I could not wait one millisecond. I dizzily looked over trying to find Shane. He grabbed and hugged me, and boy did I boil over. I was not crying, I was sobbing! My friend, Kelli later told me she stopped filming because felt like she was invading a special moment. All those hurdles had been jumped. The finish line was crossed! As much pressure I put on the moment to be amazing to how grand I dreamt it would be,well it did not even hold a candle to it.
It was much much more, and I DID IT!
New Orleans Ironman 70.3 Total Time: 8:37:55
Movie of photos & video. Thanks Coach K for the song....
Right after I hugged
Shane, I went and squeezed
da' girls and
team mates with whatever energy I had left . With our embrace you could feel the energy of what we had done. The hurdles and sacrifices each person faces are thier own, yet they, we keep
striving...
Within minutes I began to feel dizzy. I could not drink water or, the
Recoverite and felt faint.
Shane & Da' Man walked me over to the med tent. Where they quickly sat me down and did a couple things, I can't remember what. Next thing I remember I had an IV and came to on some dudes barf, nice.
Shane was telling me how his BlackBerry had been blowing up all day with people responding to my updates. He read all the amazing things my
friends, family, and
Coach were saying about me. They ran a liter of fluids and recomended another. I felt better and thought I should leave some room for others. We then drove over to transition to get my bike. I ran into the girl that was in the same boat as me the last 3 miles of the run. We just looked at each other said congratulaitons and hugged. I told you there was a silent comaradie thing going on betwen us.
We then stopped off at Walgreens got me a chocolate milk and that helped a bit. I still did not want to even think about food. Headed to the hotel where Shane drew me out an ice bath. I am pretty sure I heard that sizzling sound when I put my legs in. Later that evening we went to dinner in the Quarter with da' girls. Some of Team Strive was there at the restaurant. I think we are that the point that we can sniff each other out like dogs. I barely could walk but made my way to the bathroom when I overheard this man saying, "that there girrrrl did the Ironman and now she can't walk." Yep that would be me, I just smiled...I could not leave New Orleans without shuffling my way through Bourban Street with a hurricane and a big ol' straw so we did just that. I slept like a solid rock that night, no doubt!
Recovery
It has been slow. There was the 3 days where I could barely walk. Then a week and a half of being extremely swollen, retaining water. The Dr. said my electrolytes (magnesium potassium
calcium, and chloride) where all out whack but not enough for it to be dangerous. The swelling is now almost all gone. I am back in PT where Paula is working on getting the knots in my legs released. There is some fluid in the muscle and swelling, but as you know the legs were not so fantastic going in anyhow. I have had a couple swims, just pressed for time these days taking care of things that were put on hold for a solid 2 months. I am back to teaching SPIN classes just taking it easy with the resistance and no clipless shoes, it puts a lot of pressure on the calf. The running will wait till the legs are somewhat healthy again. I am jonesing to run but on legs that are ready for it.
Fun questions I get asked....
Was the bike the easiest for you since your a SPIN instructor? Why yes it was. In fact it took me 8 hours to do the race becuase I insisted I do the bike course twice, that easy.
When are you going to do it again? Well, if there was one next weekend I would be all over it.
What was the hardest part? Hard?! What gave you the idea that anything was hard.
Are you going to do the real Ironman now? No, the fake 1/2 ones are much funner plus less training.
When is your next race? Next race?? Life is a race, get in gear buddy.
How did your marathon go? It went awesome! I am pretty sure I qualified for Boston.
Did you win? Yep, I crushed all the people that took longer then 8:37.55
Holla
.jpg)
up
down
up
down
up
The plan:
