I had a race week/race day plan – a seriously in-depth plan that started on the Wednesday before the race and culminated on race day. I executed against that plan and had a great race.
Since IMLP was my first, my goals for the day were simple:
- Finish the race: Anything under 14:00:00 would be great. Conservative estimates were (1:45/6:30/5:30) with a dream day of 11:45 (1:30/5:45/4:30)
- Top 1/3 Bike Split
This is how it went…
I woke up on race morning at 4:35 a.m. feeling…refreshed? Really? Is that possible? Had I slept through the night? I had and I think it can be attributed to Coach Martha, the planning and the detailed plan I had laid out. I digress…
I followed my plan to the letter. Thankfully, my wife and one of our best friends got up with me to start making up all my nutrition. It was classic – too bad no photos exist of this – two lovely, sleep-deprived women following a crazy triathlete’s instructions on how to make enough Hammer Perpetuem paste that will last him through the bike. I was the director, eating my PB & Honey on an English muffin, with a banana, water and a cup of strong coffee, while they took care of me.
Once all of the bottles/flasks were made up and packed, we woke my father-in-law so that he could drive us as close to the Olympic Oval as possible. We were only a mile away from Transition (yeah, I got to pass my cheering section a total of six times!), but I wasn’t about to do the walk that early… Once on site, I got marked, dropped off my nutrition and made a bee-line for the Portables.
Everything was still going according to plan…I was stunned. So, I decided to make it interesting. It was just a little overcast before race start, but the clouds did look pretty ominous coming over the mountains. I began to stress about biking in the rain…thanks to my wife, I got that under control pretty quick.
We said our goodbyes and I headed over to swim start. Wow, there were a lot of people gathered in the water and around the beach…only a few more minutes. The pros went off…getting closer. I waded out and found a boulder to stand out while I waited (not really patiently). I was ready to go. The horn…
I grabbed my bag, ran into the changing tent and got all my stuff together. I came out of my tent, ran around and through the chutes and much to my surprise, my bike was waiting for me – held up by a volunteer who patted me on the back and wished me luck as I ran out.
Second loop started out okay. I felt like I was pedaling through sand, though. I felt sluggish. I made it through the descents and the flats without much fanfare, before I hit a minor wall on the climbs back into town. With six miles left to go, my left hamstring cramped up – so bad that I didn’t think I was going to be able to keep my wheels spinning. Thankfully, I found a brief flat section, got into easiest gear and did my best to spin it out. Second 56 – 3:13:40 – 17.74 mph.
Overall on the bike – great ride. 112 miles – 6:09:23 – 18.19 mph
Coming into transition, I dismount, leave my bike with a volunteer (love this feature) and hustle off to grab my bike-to-run transition bag. Once in the tent, I stripped off my nasty socks, slipped on some clean and my Newton’s (love Yankz!), donned my Dynamic Training hat and sunglasses and I was out the door. This transition took a third of the time as T1!
Out there on the run, I did hit a pretty good wall and really needed to find myself, remind myself why I was out there and just remember my training. While I did walk more than just the aid stations, I do think that I was able to pull out of any funk I was feeling pretty well. I met some great people out on the run. We had some pretty interesting discussions.
Also, whatever nutrition plan that I thought I could keep while out on the run – by mile 18, it was long gone. I made a few of the aid stations buffets. Pieces of cookie, chicken stock, cookie dipped in chicken stock, Powerbar Perform, water, flat cola, you name it, I ate it. Except pretzels. I couldn’t eat pretzels. Weird. By mile 20, though, I started feeling it again. The crowd was picking up and I knew that I was going to make it – I was going to be an Ironman! I made it back through town and got butterflies as I was coming into the Olympic Oval. It was still daylight and I was finishing. I’m emotional just writing this. It was such an amazing feeling. Crossing the finish line, arms in the air, hearing, “Jeffrey Weir from Northampton, Massachusetts, you are an Ironman.” It doesn’t get much better than that in sports.
This was not a brief report/recap. I hope that you enjoyed!
TOTAL SWIM: 1:08:56
TOTAL BIKE: 6:09:23
TOTAL RUN: 4:52:39
OVERALL TIME: 12:23:43
1031 overall - 147/291 age group