4:00 am Saturday 8th
of October 2016. The time has finally arrived. Months of preparation and
planning was behind me and it was time to slip into the old familiar race day
routine. Race plan ready I was out the door strolling the 1.5 miles down the
athlete check-in and body marking.
Body marking was the
first thing that was quite different from any other race I’ve done. Athletes
were queued outside the body marking area and there we patiently waited for our
turn to get the ironman sticker numbers applied to our arms. My turn came and
as I was sporting my race suit with sleeves down to the elbows, the number had
to go onto my hairy forearms. That was never going to happen, so off to the
number repair area to be cleaned up and stamped instead. Tick, tick, tick the
time past but eventually I got through at about 6:20am. It was time to put a rush on. Fortunately, I
was well versed in my transition routine and set my bike up pretty swiftly. I hopped
into my speed suit and brushed past a few hundred athletes which clearly
decided they wanted to have a beach start or something but getting wet was not
their priority!
I hit the water at
around 6:45, 10 minutes before the age group men's race start and focussed on
getting through a swim warmup routine. About two minutes to race start I headed
over to the far left side of the swim and placed myself around 4 rows from the
front as per my race plan. Knowing that at the world championship there will be
a good portion of gun swimmers, I did not see the point of smashing it out in the
washing machine and wasting energy. I had a big smile on my face. The big dance
was about to commence and I was loving being out there. The last few weeks of continuous
nerves finally transformed into adrenaline and I was pumped.
The canon sounded and
we were off!
As the washing machine
got going I pretty quickly realised the plan was a good one. I had good clear
water, swimming off the hip of another swimmer and at no point during the swim
did I feel crowded or got bashed. I swam within myself for the first half and
at the turn started to gradually move up through swimmers. I hopped onto the
feet of a few others and before I knew it we were turning for the swim exit. I accelerated
to break free from my group and exited the water around about 10 mins faster
than I thought I would – happy days.
T1 was chaos. A nice
volunteer handed my bike bag to me but the change tent was small and
overcrowded. I eventually found a small clear area and ripped off the speed suit
and made way through the maze to my bike. It was time for the time trial.
Thanks to the good advice
from Bruce, Chris and Waino at team Energy Link I managed to do essential recon
of the bike course in the week prior to the race and had a good idea of what to
expect, both from the course and how other athletes may react. I also went
through some extensive power modelling for the bike leg, working on various predicted
weather patterns. On the day before the race I verified the most likely
conditions using Best Bike Split’s advanced weather function and also read
through their published report on Kona course conditions. It was predicted that
at the time I was going to be out cycling, we were going to spend quite some
time cycling into a head wind with a lot of beautiful direct sunlight. Considering
the heat and humidity, Chris and I planned for a conservative and patient
approach to the bike leg and given that I have a pretty upright position on my
bike, the wind was likely to affect me more than most. As per the modelling my
predicted bike leg time at my desired intensity of between 0.65 and 0.7 was between
6:20 to 6:30. I was mentally prepared to be patient out there.
As I took off on
Palani the predictions turned into truth with young, strong looking athletes
powering past me on the latest and greatest technology had to offer. I focussed
on being patient, staying within my zones and instead of getting sucked in, spent
the time admiring the beautiful speed machines that kept on passing me. It was
like being at a bike show – only better!
We finished the little
town circuit and I settled in for the journey along the Queen K. As I was
riding at a lower intensity than the last few events I did, I was able to consume
a slightly higher level of carbohydrates and I focussed on getting into my
rhythm for the rolling buffet. Up in the clear blue sky the sun was already
doing its thing and I whispered a quick thanks to Waino for suggesting I get a
race suit with sleeves. It was a battle. Being cooked from the top and feeling
the heat radiating off the volcanic rock from the side. I was racing in Kona.
Yes!
I picked up a new
bottle of water at every aid station to either drink or pour over my body in an
attempt to keep my core temperature down. At probably about 60 km into the ride
I noticed the first signs of a bit of a head wind and was steadily being
passed, now by female competitors who started 15 mins after the male age
groupers. I noticed my average speed was way down to what I’m used to but
stayed in my zones. I knew this would be the case so there was no point forcing
it. At Kawaihae we made the turn for Hawi and having ridden the piece of road
with Turia and Michael the previous Sunday, I knew what was lying ahead. I was
feeling good and ready for the climb into the town.
If you're going to
have a flat in the race, 2 km from the top of a 10 km climb is probably the
best spot to have it. Anyway that’s what I thought as I felt my rear wheel hit
rim on tarmac. The tech support van was in around my vicinity all the way along
the Queen K so I hopefully looked around to see if they could lend a hand. They
were nowhere to be found so I calmly dismounted and went about the routine of
fixing the flat. I always wondered what I would do if I get a flat in a race
and this being my 15th Ironman event I was probably due one. Anyway,
it was disappointingly boring. It’s kind of the same as getting one on a long
ride, accept your riding buddies don't hang around to give you a hand.
As I turned in Hawi, which
was around the 95 km mark, I reassessed the race. I still felt strong and was
ready for the journey home. The section down the hill from Hawi is probably the
most enjoyable part of the course and I flew down the hill with a big smile on
my face. As we went around the bend of the island the wind smacked into us from
the side, but fortunately wasn't as bad as the week before. Then we turned back
onto the Queen K, into a headwind. My smile might have changed to a grimace...
In endurance events
you can always expect some kind of mental challenge – mine has arrived. Since coming
down the hill at Hawi a few things happened. Firstly, I passed a female athlete
whose race suit left part of her back exposed and she had two huge blisters.
That really mentally emphasised the heat and direct sunlight. Secondly, the weather
prediction was right, the wind has turned and it was going to be a headwind all
the way home. Any hope of me gaining some time on the way back was out of the window.
Then I went through the third aid station in a row that had no water left and I
was running dry.
So we’re racing in Kona. It’s windy and hot – no surprises there – but
no water! Are you for real! C’mon! I know I’m slow but do you have to rub it
in!
Given that I had no
water to take with my gels it was time to adjust. Fortunately, in my prep I
checked out the on-course nutrition and hydration fairly closely and knew how
much carbs were in a bottle of Gatorade. In place of the water I took on two
bottles of Gatorade and went about adjusting my nutrition plan until I was able
to pick up some water at the next aid station.
At this point I also made the decision to
start dialling up the intensity. I felt good and knew I was losing too much
time with my upright position in the wind for me to reap the benefit of a
faster run. I pushed my intensity up to 0.85 for the remainder of the bike and
arrived at T2 around about 8 hours into the race. This was on target as per my
race plan and for the first time for as long as I can remember - no cramps!
I made a quick pit
stop in T2, picked up my run bag from another friendly volunteer and I went
through the change tent which was significantly emptier than it was for T1…
I received some much
needed encouragement from Niki and the kids as I left T2 and saw Derek as I was
running down towards Ali’i drive – and of course, just to rub it in, he
appeared from nowhere ahead of me in Ali’i drive again. Never mind, I loved the
support.
Prior to the race I
expected to finish between 12 and 13 hours and thought that a 12-hour result would
be amazing for me and sub 13 hours very satisfying. I had 4 hours left to
finish the run. It was time to get on with it.
As I turned onto Ali’I,
focussing on my form and rhythm, I started to do some mental arithmetic. I just
had to do the marathon. 24 miles, 4 hours, that's 24 miles in 240 min. I got it
– 10 min miles and I’m home – it was time to catch a dream!
As per my pre-race
plan I walked the aid stations, apart from a few which was on a descend, to
ensure I keep my core temperature down. Although the temperature by Kona’s
standard was mild by the time I got to the run, it was still hotter and more
humid than a winter day in Sydney.
Ali’i drive was great
to run along with heaps of people encouraging the athletes and a number of
shady spots to run through. I manage to keep a steady pace but noticed I was
dropping off the 10 mins per mile pace. I focused on running with good form and
had plenty of chalk pictures on the road to remind me to blossom!
I survived Palani hill
with a short walk through the middle section and loved the pumping music as we
headed out on the Queen K for the meaty part of the run. Life was a ball!
During the run leg
there is a mile distance marker at every mile, and then for those of us use to
the metric system there is a km marker at every 5 km. I was coming up to the 12-mile
marker, halfway! Hang on, I haven't seen the 20 km marker yet. Huh? Yeah – it
was a great time to remember that Ironman starts halfway through the run and
halfway through the run is 13.1 miles, you peanut! 26.2 miles not 24 miles! So
I carried on blossoming.
Running along the
Queen K I had to really force myself to focus on just the next mile. Let's face
it – it’s a long boring road and all you want to see on the horizon is the Energy
lab. One mile at a time I eventually got there. I turned into the Energy lab, the
sun was setting on the horizon and I was running straight into it. It was a
good feeling. It was a mild evening in Kona and a cool breeze came off the
water so I didn't have to deal with the heat in the lab. I just ran and enjoyed
the experiences being in an iconic environment. I made the run turn and headed
back to town. I was pretty stuffed by then but knew at this stage that I’m
good. As I headed back out onto the Queen K I started to lengthen my stride a
bit and settled into a rhythm I could hold.
The last 5 miles
seemed to last forever but I managed to keep going and I eventually turned the
corner and ran up to the finish chute. Then I walked. Experiencing the ultimate
Ironman finish. The finish chute of the Ironman World Championships – Anything
is possible!