WARNING THIS RACE REPORT CONTAINS GRAPHIC TRIATHLON MATERIAL
Finally, I got some redemption from the last two years. Being sick on race day for the last two years I needed to have a good race. I trained hard and was ready to take back the last two races here (Ironman Texas The Woodland’s) This was the most painful race I have done. Lets back track a little to give you a little insight as to why it was so painful or at least my theory on it.
Since we had some atypical winter weather for South Texas I spent a vast majority of time doing my training indoors. A special shout-out to my friend Diana who hooked me up with the awesome Wahoo Bike Trainer for a Christmas present. Without it I don’t think I would have been able to endure those 4-5 hour indoor bike rides. I didn’t want to torture myself anymore than I had to in order to see gains so I revamped my training plan to maximize my time in the saddle. I saw huge gains every time I tested, so I know I was doing something right. I also have to give recognition to our friend team sponsor Sheryl Reeh at Cryofit. They allowed me to train hard and recover for my next session. Between Cryofit and @RecoveryPump I was always ready to tackle my next hard training day.
Race week
I was feeling good and ready to have my best race to date. My swim was looking good. My power numbers on the bike were the best they have ever been, and I had done more long runs than in previous years. I wanted to re-acquaint myself with the pain I was going to feel at the end of the marathon. I wanted to put myself in a place mentally, that I could draw from on race day.
Thursday my wife and daughter arrived. I had dinner with the team that evening and found out our team mate Robert was staying across the hall from us. I remember joking and saying to him “Is it a good thing or a bad thing, that we are so relaxed because we have done this race soo many times that we are doing final bike checks at the last minute.”
Friday- Slept in a little. As I walked out the door to take my bike for a test ride and go to the practice swim, Robert was heading out for a run. We laughed that 7am is sleeping in for and Ironman athlete. I rode my bike and the gears were a little jumpy but nothing major, I was trying a new chain from our team sponsor@ceramicspeed so I expected it to stretch a little. I noticed a little tightness in the inner thigh and glutes but that is normal for me when I taper. I knew I would be fine, but I could tell the humidity was starting to become an issue. I made sure I always had something in my hand to drink the rest of the day.
I arrived to the swim start got in and did a short 15 min swim out and back. Normally, I wouldn’t bother getting in that water until race day, but I broke my race goggles and needed to test out a new pair. Everything checked out so back to the hotel to gather my stuff for bike and gear check in. I stayed at the Woodlands resort. I highly recommend it. It was away from the hoopla and very quite. It was also a convenient bike or car ride to the race venue.
I got back to the hotel and my wife and daughter had just finished having breakfast. I grabbed a piece fruit and a gatorade then started to collect all my “Race Stuff”.
Gear Check in:
I was happy where my bike rack was located. Close to the front but on the end near the side walk where my wife and daughter could easily spot me. My wife staked out where they would be on race day and we left for lunch.
We planned to have a picnic at the park after I dropped off my gear BUTT (literally, how the field smelled) the smell of the muddy transition area forced us to relocate our picnic. After lunch we went to catch a movie then back to the hotel to plan dinner and get to bed.
I had been drinking all day to prevent dehydration but I think I over did it.
I went to bed a little later than I had planned and kept waking up every hour. Every time I woke up I was in a puddle of sweat. After switching sides and putting down towels and peeing 4 times I was awaken by the alarm. “Are you kidding me! I just fell asleep!” I got up tired, ate my breakfast and tried to rehydrate. I usually have coffee first but figured that would be a bad idea considering how much water I had already lost. I don’t think I was nervous. If anything I was too relaxed. I may have taken in too much water and electrolytes and my body was shedding water in order to maintain homeostasis.( This is something I will need to be better with in the future.) I thought I was doing the right thing. Clearly, I was wrong. If anyone else reading this has experienced this or can give me insight as to what was going on I am all ears. Feel free to message me or comment. The good thing about being a veteran Ironman is you learn to roll with the punches. I tell my athletes all the time. It is a long day, anything can happen. You make adjustments and you keeping moving forward. Being a father to my wonderful 6 year old daughter has also changed my perception of what tired is and how much sleep you need to survive. So I thank her for the sleep deprivation training she has implemented into my life. “Thank you Princess!”
I got dressed and thought I should put my compressions socks on so I have fresh legs as I walked to the the swim start. I took off my timing chip to put on my socks and put it down next to the sink. This way I wouldn’t forget it. You probably know where this is going. Finished getting ready and texted Robert so I could give him a ride to the start.
Pre Race transition
We arrived and the cars seemed to be on the wrong side of the street so I figured officers were conducting traffic. We got in the line of cars and soon found out that there was no direction and people were just “driving” around. I dropped off Robert to find a parking spot and we planned to meet at my bike. I found a temporary parking and I ran to transition and dropped off my bike and run bottles. I started to air up my tires and for some reason I reached down for my race chip. Yep, no race chip. I made sure my power meter was synced and brakes worked then ran off to find a replacement chip. I was first directed to the swim exit and there was no one there. I ran to the bike out volunteer table. They told me I might be able to get a timing chip at the swim start. I run back to my car and drive around for 15 minutes trying to find a place that I will not get towed. They were pretty strict about towing you off if you parked near the swim start or in the HEB parking lot. I found a spot, grabbed my morning clothes bag, and ran to the swim start. When I got to the lake there was already a line at the swim entrance. The Pro’s were just getting started so I knew I was going to be cutting it close. I made my way to the swim entrance and the attendant had 1 chip left. I thought how lucky I was to get the last chip and that after all the drama I already encountered I might have a good race after all. I put the chip on immediately and ran to drop off my morning clothes and get my swim gear on. Thank you Bree from Alamo 180. You saved me time by dropping off my run special needs bag. You ROCK!
Swim 1:18
I was going non wetsuit and used my new team sponsored @RokaSports Viper Pro Swim Skin. The only problem is zipping it up. Luckily, I ran into a San Antonio group and Mack with San Antonio Triathlete. I asked Mack if he could “zip up my prom dress so I can dance with IMTX.” I wished his wife Morgan and the Britton’s bike crew luck and ran off to the swim start. I wanted to be in the 1hr-1:05 swim group but by the time I pushed my way through the crowd the gun went off. I did my best to get to the front and as I made it to the water I encountered folks that were just standing in the way with their feet in the water. Clearly these folks were not 1 hr swimmers because they would be itching to get in and swim. I made my way into the water and got started. I then spent about the first 2500 meters going around and through schools of swimmers. I didn’t expect to have so much contact with the new rolling start but my watch was grabbed several times and the setting was different every time I looked at it. Finally with some clean water I latched onto the toes of a lady that was swimming slightly faster than I was I tried to draft and rest a little before hitting the canal. I got to the canal and thanked the pink cap lady for towing and jumped out in front of her to repay her. My goggles were taking in water and I thought I would be able to finish the swim but one goggle finally filled up completely. I am technically blind in one eye and wouldn’t you know it, it was my good eye that was leaking. So I stopped and drained my goggles. It was then that I noticed a guy in a wetsuit racing by me like a motor boat. I wondered why he was wearing a wetsuit if he is this fast. Then I figured I might as well jump on board for a ride. I got into his slipstream and we raced all the way to the finish. As I saw the last turn buoy I told myself to pee now so I don’t have to make a pitstop in T1. Then I thought “wait a second, I haven’t peed yet?!” Thats not good. I usually will pee 2 times during a swim of this distance. Better drink up as soon as I hit land. I felt like I had a lot left in the tank when I hit the stairs but wanted to make sure I didn’t make the mistake I made last year. You can read about that disaster here IMTX2014
I knew I didn’t push hard because I usually struggle with getting my legs to function because all the blood is in my arms and have to pull myself out of the water by the rails or a volunteer. This year I was fine. I got my land legs right away and I ran to transition with my bag.
T1. 5:24
I got into T1 and noticed it was rather empty. “Sweet”! I must have made up a lot of time. I looked at my watch and tried to figure out what setting I was in and saw that my swim was 1:16 or 1:18 by the race clock. Very disappointed but not bad considering I had to fight my way through most of the swim. This was the first time in 8 Ironman races that I had a volunteer help me. It was nice to have the help and even though I felt like I was taking my time to make sure I had everything I needed to stay comfortable, my T1 time was not bad for as slow as I thought I was moving. Because of the mud I ran with shoes in hand to my bike I put them on and carried my bike through the mud only to find out that flying mounts were legal because of the mud. I guess I really should go to those “mandatory” meetings. I stopped at the kiddy pool they had at the exit to try and get some of the mud out of my cleats. Didn’t help. I had a very hard time clipping in. Got on my bike and checked my time. T1 Time 5:24. Thats not too bad. It felt like an eternity.
Look at all those bike still in Transition
Bike 5:54:47
I knew I was in for a long bike ride. My legs were on fire from the first pedal stroke. I just tried to get on top of my fluids and calories. I wanted to take the first 10 minutes pretty slow and do a mental inventory starting at my head and working my way down. When I got to my feet I noticed I had pebbles in my shoes from the mud. Not anything I haven’t dealt with before. They usually work their way out. I just made sure I kept pouring extra water on feet at each aid station to try and flush these pebbles out. They never moved. I paid special attention to who was around me, passing me or who I was passing. I think I only passed a few guys in my AG and only got passed by a handful. For the most part I rode by myself but when I noticed a group of riders come up on me I made the decision to try and go with them. The only time I struggled to stay with the group was on climbs. (Proof that I didn’t do any hill training). I decided to gamble a little and push the pace early to stay with this group and then I made a strong move after the first turn to Montgomery county. This turn around is where you notice the wind for the first time. It is short lived, but it gives you an idea of what is in store for the return trip. When we passed the light at Lake Conroe a car decides to ignore the traffic officers (who all did a fantastic job controlling traffic) and to dart across the street in front of my group. Luckily it appeared everyone was an experienced cyclist that anticipated this and had the skills to maneuver around each other without incident. This is not always the case. Because of this I almost went off the rode. I hit a pothole and lost a bottle of water. Not a big deal since I didn’t feel hot and was only using that water to cool myself. I just felt bad for the folks behind me and hoped I didn’t cause an accident. The last steady climbs into the Sam Houston State Park I decided to let the group go. My power was getting too high my legs were burning and I knew there was a long descent through the park and I would catch up to everyone at the bottom of the hill. Good call on my part as I was able to let my legs recover. This area is one of my favorite sections of the bike course. You are surrounded by tall pine trees. It is mostly shaded and down hill. It is another good spot to relax and do a once over while maintaining your speed. As you leave this area you are completely exposed to the sun and it is a steady ascent. Again I was able to make up a lot of places probably because I took it easy going through the park. Talifera rd is the next spot where many athletes under estimate the toll it can take on you. The combination of bumps, rough road, and false flats with some punchy little hills will wear on you. This is a spot that I make sure if I haven’t already peed I make a conscious effort to “go”. Try as I might it didn’t happen. I force fed myself to try and pee once before special needs. As I got to Richardson (about the Half way point) I finally needed to pee. Sorry to all the athletes behind me that were collateral damage. I did my best to isolate myself. I jumped up a few spots, found some space and was able to ‘“relax”. Then Lori, a fellow San Antonio athlete passed me and messed up my “flow”. She looked like she had a motor as she passed me. She looked very strong. I tried to keep her in my sights but she just kept pulling away. Props to Lori for an outstanding bike split. The last bit of climbing before the turn around I tried to really hold back and save my already tired legs but clearly, the dehydration was having an effect on me and I knew it would be a hot and windy trip back home. I was right. As soon as we turned back south it was a steady head wind. I usually skip special needs but I felt I needed to stop just past that area. This was another side effect of the dehydration. In all my IM races this is the first time I felt the need to stop. I just needed to reset my mind and body. I also took this opportunity to re-lube my “parts”. I just wanted to hold my power steady as I got moving again. Right as I got in a groove I realized I forgot to zip my speedsuit up. This speed suit has the opposite intended effect if it is not zipped. Instead of a speedsuit it felt more like a parachute. I tried to zip it up with one hand but the zipper was too tight and this was not the place to practice riding with no hands. (even though I did try a few times) I finally found a place to stop and re zip my suit.
The high on the day was nearly 90 degrees with about 80% humidity and reports of 30mph gust. I don’t know for sure how windy or hot it was but others I talked to after the race say it was the windiest IMTX and the heat index was over 100. I would have to disagree but I would definitely say it was a very close 2nd. Maybe my bike fitness skewed my perception of the wind, but it was windy, no doubt. The return trip was uneventful except that I made a few stops to re-lube and forgetting to zip up again. This is something I normally don’t do but I was getting extremely uncomfortable. I figured I lost almost 10-15 minutes total from stops. I new this was a also a sign of dehydration but all I could think about was how my big toe was unbelievably painful. Those pebbles I mentioned earlier become jagged boulders and were becoming very painful. The rest of the bike I played leap frog with a couple of guys and we pretty much rode from mile 70 to 110 together. I handled the rest of the course fine and felt as good as you can expect this late in an Ironman bike course. Even though my legs felt ok considering they were fatigued from the start, I wanted to put the hammer down and go. I resisted this urge only because I wanted to have a good run and I could already tell the run was going to hurt. Overall, besides the pre race fiasco, I would have to say this is the best I have ever felt on an Ironman bike course. Although my time doesn’t reflect this, I felt it was one of my better bike splits.
Bike Split 5:54:47
T2. 5:17
I was ready to get off the bike. I took my @RudyProjectNA helmet off right away and the volunteer was confused about what to do with it as he took my bike. I then realized, Oh yeah I am supposed to take that with me and put it in my Run bag. I was a little concerned that I might not get my helmet back but not enough to stop and go back for it. I knew this was going to be a very long and painful run. The balls of my feet were already hurting on the bike. Proof that I was pushing hard. I thought that getting out of those shoes with some fresh socks and comfy running shoes, courtesy of our sponsor WeRunSa, would make this all go away. Nope! As soon as my feet hit the ground I was in pain. I saw my wife and daughter near my bike rack. I waved and blew kisses but didn’t want to stop this year. I ran through T2 passing lots of athletes that had gotten the beat down from the IMTX bike course. I grabbed my bag, Then dropped it and had to go back and pick it up. Bending over to lift my bag off the ground might be the second hardest thing I did all day. I got to the tent, sat down washed the mud off my feet, and noticed a huge red wilted blister on my big toe where that boulder had been rubbing me for almost 6 hrs. I made sure I washed off my feet and cleaned them. Fresh socks, shoes grabbed my Fuelbelt and @infinit sponsored race visor and took off. I wanted to make sure I didn’t make the same mistake as last year and go out too fast. My priority for the first mile was; 1)get sunblock on every exposed area, 2) get fluids and electrolytes in me, and 3) run slow enough to get my heartrate down. This meant running at a 6.5mph pace. I was ok with that. Just keep it easy and do no damage, besides the first loop is just a warm up, is what I kept telling myself. Just before special needs my super-human, speedy friend Troy ran up on me on his second lap. (Ironman Texas run course is a 3 loop marathon) We talked about how awful the bike was. Even though he clocked a 5hr flat bike split, he mentioned how his bike computer didn’t work and had to go my RPE (feel) the entire bike. Maybe you should not use a bike computer for now on I said. I tried to laugh but we were both already in alot of pain. Troy mentioned how hot he was and for the first time I thought about the heat. To me it was never hot because it never entered my mind until that moment, but the heat clearly had an effect on my pace as evidence of my run splits. After another minute or so I said something like I am slowing you down too much. You go and chase down your competition. He switched to another gear and left me. I tried to stay within reach but at that moment I realized that I had no other gears and this was going to be a long day in the “hurt box”. I stopped trying to manage my pace and was now trying to manage my pain. My stomach started to hurt. Flash back to the rush I was in before the swim. Well not having time to hit the restroom before the swim came back to haunt me. I would slow down and the pain would get better but as soon as I would speed up again the pain returned. Despite my legs finally feeling good enough to run close to my goal pace I was stuck running 9-10min miles because of my stomach. I made it to the final turn around before you run back to the start and saw an empty port-a-potty. I decide that I was not going to deal with this the entire race so I made a pit stop. I didn’t consider this when I made the decision to wear my “one sie”, it is very hard and time consuming to take off and put back on by yourself. It is even harder when you are wet and sweaty. I did my business but I needed help getting dressed again. I can only imagine what spectators thought as they saw a 40 yr old half naked mexican in a “one sie” walk up to them and ask for help getting dressed. Another athlete ran by at that moment and said, “did you have a nice poop”? Why yes I did. Thank you for asking. I felt “lighter” and since I lost so much time I decided to run faster. I was surprised that I was running right at a 7min pace. I saw my wife and daughter at the Fountain by the “Stairs of Doom”.
I hugged them and told them how much my legs hurt and that my race plan and goal times were out the window. I said they would just need to be patient as I was just going to do what my body allowed me to do. I took off again to start my second lap and didn’t feel great but I was able to run. I held a sub 9min pace for the next mile or so and then it was just too painful to hold on to that pace. At this point the pain dictated the pace I would run so I just stayed on that line between what was tolerable and excruciating. After passing special needs the second time I picked up my spare bottles of Infinit and tried pumping calories into my body in the hope that I would start to feel better soon. That didn’t work and now my stomach was aching from too many calories. I slowed down to allow my body to digest but kept running. I saw another red E2 race kit ahead so I ran up to see who it was. As I got closer I could see it was Ironman virgin Alex. He was literally looking at his watch about every 10 steps. I ran up next to him and told him to stop looking at your watch and just run. Look around and take it all in, enjoy everything about this race. You only do your first Ironman once. We talked for a little while to distract each other from the pain and encouraged each other to keep going. Then I said I will see you at the finish line and ran off. As I ran down the back side of the course I didn’t feel better than my first lap but I also didn’t feel worse. As slow as I felt I was going, I was still passing people. I told myself something I use in training. Everyone is hurting at this point, winners find a way to keep going. Just keep moving. Second lap down 1 to go as I finished and saw the split-off where you go to finish I though next time I come around I get to go that way. I walked down the stairs and saw my wife again. She is so thoughtful. She must have timed me from when she saw me on the other side of the river so she could order a large cup of Ice water from the vendor that was set up there. As she was running over with large cup of ice water I didn’t have the heart or strength to tell her I just had my fill of ice and water. I graciously took it and said 1 more lap to go. Next time I see you it will be at the finish line. I ran off with this huge cup of ice water and in my state of fatigue it might as well have been a keg. In all my time out there I only noticed 1 fellow Age Grouper pass me but I caught him by the final lap and I passed all the guys that passed me on the bike. I have a particular set of skills, Yes, If you pass me I will take down your number, AG, what bike you are riding, what your kit looks like and I will hunt you down, and when I find you….. I will pass you. During the entire last lap I ran with two guys in my AG. We didn’t really say much to each other. Partly because I was in so much pain but mostly because we wanted to beat each other. I played some mental games by cracking a joke every once in awhile so they wouldn’t know how much pain I was in. As #pathetic as it is to think that you are actually racing someone when you are only averaging 5 mph you can tell because every time someone stops to walk, we all walk. As soon as someone starts running again, we all run. No one wants to give the other any advantage. I stayed behind these guys so they couldn’t see me crying as I tried to keep up. When they would run they ran very fast but when they stopped to walk I could always catch them. So my strategy was to not let them get too far ahead. I also noticed that they had trouble running hills. One guy (Team Chunk) finally gave up on the back side and it was a foot race between me and Senior Amarillio. This guys was from Mexico and was wearing a yellow running singlet. I hashed out my plan for the final 3 miles. I would make a move on Catapult Hill and see if he responds. I took off and so did he, so I backed off my pace. I noticed that the whole time we were running this guy didn’t want us to be in front of him. So when I noticed that the didn’t take back the lead I knew he was hurting. I decided to see if I could drop him. I told myself this is going to hurt but I mustered up the courage and I kicked in to a faster gear. It hurt but I could keep running I could hear foot steps behind me so I kept running. The pain wasn’t much worse or if I would speed up so I said lets run as hard as you can until your body no longer allows it. This is the first time in all my races that I moaned and grunted the entire last 3 miles. No smiles, slapping hands, or thank you’s to the fans. I was in intense pain and just wanted to have a respectable finish time. After a mile I walked the next aid station to look back. Senior Amarillo was no where to be seen. I didn’t want to risk being caught from behind, that would just be devastating, so I kept running at the best pace I could hold. I grunted and moaned the entire final way. I usually make it a point to give high 5’s to everyone and say thank you to all the volunteers and spectators but I was in so much pain and physically didn’t have the strength to even talk. I made it to the final turn around. I could hear Mike Rielly calling out all the Ironman finishers. I started up the last climb to the finishers chute and saw my wife running while taking video and she said “we will be waiting for you at the finish line.” I thought I should slow down to give her time to get over there but then she ran off and disappeared into the crowd. Then my next thought was “man, how slow am I running”. I made it to the finishing chute. This is one of my favorite parts of the race. Everyone is cheering for you like you just won. All the spectators want you to High Five them, especially the kids. To those spectators you are a Rock Start, and they make you feel like one. I literally didn’t have the strength to lift my arms over my head so I did my best to bump as many fist as I could on my way to the finish. One lady sprinted past me as I am trying let my wife get a picture before I cross. Really! You saved that much energy and decide to sprint now. Well I am glad to say that I left it all out on the course. I found my wife and daughter. I just love the look and smile on my daughters face every time I finish a race. My daughter ask if I could take a picture with her. So the kind photographer let her jump the fence for a picture. Then my daughter says. “Daddy, is that medal for me?” Of course, every medal is for you.” Every time I toe the line I think of my family. I tell my daughter all the time that you always finish what you start. So thinking of that and trying to live up to it gives me strength to continue even when I don’t feel I can.
I hugged them and told them how much my legs hurt and that my race plan and goal times were out the window. I said they would just need to be patient as I was just going to do what my body allowed me to do. I took off again to start my second lap and didn’t feel great but I was able to run. I held a sub 9min pace for the next mile or so and then it was just too painful to hold on to that pace. At this point the pain dictated the pace I would run so I just stayed on that line between what was tolerable and excruciating. After passing special needs the second time I picked up my spare bottles of Infinit and tried pumping calories into my body in the hope that I would start to feel better soon. That didn’t work and now my stomach was aching from too many calories. I slowed down to allow my body to digest but kept running. I saw another red E2 race kit ahead so I ran up to see who it was. As I got closer I could see it was Ironman virgin Alex. He was literally looking at his watch about every 10 steps. I ran up next to him and told him to stop looking at your watch and just run. Look around and take it all in, enjoy everything about this race. You only do your first Ironman once. We talked for a little while to distract each other from the pain and encouraged each other to keep going. Then I said I will see you at the finish line and ran off. As I ran down the back side of the course I didn’t feel better than my first lap but I also didn’t feel worse. As slow as I felt I was going, I was still passing people. I told myself something I use in training. Everyone is hurting at this point, winners find a way to keep going. Just keep moving. Second lap down 1 to go as I finished and saw the split-off where you go to finish I though next time I come around I get to go that way. I walked down the stairs and saw my wife again. She is so thoughtful. She must have timed me from when she saw me on the other side of the river so she could order a large cup of Ice water from the vendor that was set up there. As she was running over with large cup of ice water I didn’t have the heart or strength to tell her I just had my fill of ice and water. I graciously took it and said 1 more lap to go. Next time I see you it will be at the finish line. I ran off with this huge cup of ice water and in my state of fatigue it might as well have been a keg. In all my time out there I only noticed 1 fellow Age Grouper pass me but I caught him by the final lap and I passed all the guys that passed me on the bike. I have a particular set of skills, Yes, If you pass me I will take down your number, AG, what bike you are riding, what your kit looks like and I will hunt you down, and when I find you….. I will pass you. During the entire last lap I ran with two guys in my AG. We didn’t really say much to each other. Partly because I was in so much pain but mostly because we wanted to beat each other. I played some mental games by cracking a joke every once in awhile so they wouldn’t know how much pain I was in. As #pathetic as it is to think that you are actually racing someone when you are only averaging 5 mph you can tell because every time someone stops to walk, we all walk. As soon as someone starts running again, we all run. No one wants to give the other any advantage. I stayed behind these guys so they couldn’t see me crying as I tried to keep up. When they would run they ran very fast but when they stopped to walk I could always catch them. So my strategy was to not let them get too far ahead. I also noticed that they had trouble running hills. One guy (Team Chunk) finally gave up on the back side and it was a foot race between me and Senior Amarillio. This guys was from Mexico and was wearing a yellow running singlet. I hashed out my plan for the final 3 miles. I would make a move on Catapult Hill and see if he responds. I took off and so did he, so I backed off my pace. I noticed that the whole time we were running this guy didn’t want us to be in front of him. So when I noticed that the didn’t take back the lead I knew he was hurting. I decided to see if I could drop him. I told myself this is going to hurt but I mustered up the courage and I kicked in to a faster gear. It hurt but I could keep running I could hear foot steps behind me so I kept running. The pain wasn’t much worse or if I would speed up so I said lets run as hard as you can until your body no longer allows it. This is the first time in all my races that I moaned and grunted the entire last 3 miles. No smiles, slapping hands, or thank you’s to the fans. I was in intense pain and just wanted to have a respectable finish time. After a mile I walked the next aid station to look back. Senior Amarillo was no where to be seen. I didn’t want to risk being caught from behind, that would just be devastating, so I kept running at the best pace I could hold. I grunted and moaned the entire final way. I usually make it a point to give high 5’s to everyone and say thank you to all the volunteers and spectators but I was in so much pain and physically didn’t have the strength to even talk. I made it to the final turn around. I could hear Mike Rielly calling out all the Ironman finishers. I started up the last climb to the finishers chute and saw my wife running while taking video and she said “we will be waiting for you at the finish line.” I thought I should slow down to give her time to get over there but then she ran off and disappeared into the crowd. Then my next thought was “man, how slow am I running”. I made it to the finishing chute. This is one of my favorite parts of the race. Everyone is cheering for you like you just won. All the spectators want you to High Five them, especially the kids. To those spectators you are a Rock Start, and they make you feel like one. I literally didn’t have the strength to lift my arms over my head so I did my best to bump as many fist as I could on my way to the finish. One lady sprinted past me as I am trying let my wife get a picture before I cross. Really! You saved that much energy and decide to sprint now. Well I am glad to say that I left it all out on the course. I found my wife and daughter. I just love the look and smile on my daughters face every time I finish a race. My daughter ask if I could take a picture with her. So the kind photographer let her jump the fence for a picture. Then my daughter says. “Daddy, is that medal for me?” Of course, every medal is for you.” Every time I toe the line I think of my family. I tell my daughter all the time that you always finish what you start. So thinking of that and trying to live up to it gives me strength to continue even when I don’t feel I can.
There is no part of the race course that I could have made myself go any faster.
Some times when you are racing you have to take a calculated risk. I gambled a little on the bike and I paid for it on the run, as I knew I would, but it was a risk I was willing to take. I felt good about my run fitness and was confident in my training. I knew that even if the run was going to “suck” that I had done enough long sucky runs to mentally keep me moving. My run effort is not reflected in my run time. Even though 5:06:22 is on the slow side it was the best run effort I have ever put forth. I had to dig deep in order to keep going. This run was all mental and even though I was well off my mark I was happy with the way I raced and I will use that experience to make me a better athlete going forward.
Thank you to my wife. Without her support, patience, and understanding I could not do this sport. Thank you for allowing me to follow my passion, always taking up the slack around the house and putting up with piles of stinky laundry. To my daughter, thank you for always putting me in a good mood. Every time I come home from an epic training day exhausted, your abundance of energy and love for life always gives me the strength to do more than I think I can. Your infectious laugh always brings me joy when I get grumpy from Ironman training. Thank you to all the E2MULTISPORTS sponsors that help us #FindFaster with @rokasports, Increase our speed with @ceramicspeed. The folks at @Infinit Nutrition, you literally fuel our passion for racing. @recoverypump and Cyrofit for always keeping our legs fresh for the next epic training day. @rudyproject for keeping us technically cool and fast. @rolfPrima for providing us with free speed with your primo race wheels. WeRunSa, you always step up and provide us with the latest and greatest run gear. A huge thank you to @TrainingPeaks. Your support allows us to spread the joy of triathlon. In an ever, data driven sport you keep providing the tools to allow us to pick apart our athletes races. CycleOps who provides the hardware to pick apart said data. Finally, to Carabin Shaw, Aventine Hill Partners and Health Markets. Your support over the years allows us to reach athletes that would otherwise never give our sport a “Tri”. Last but certainly not least, to the folks at Bicycle Heaven, you always make sure our bikes are in tip top shape and ready to roll. 
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