Wet suit legal, so I just let my legs float with no kicking. Tried on occassion to draft, but I'm so bad at swimming I was all over the place. One second I'd be next to a buoy, the next I'm 20 yards to the left. Who knows how far I actually swam.
Took my time, dried my feet, put on socks, grabbed three packets of clif shot bloks and pocketed them. I was pleasantly surprised to see a number of bikes still on the racks in my age group section.
Felt good, for awhile. Paased more than was passed. A lady actually brushed me with her rear view mirror when passing about mile 35. With the sun blazing away in humid 90 degree temps, my efforts at drinking enough were thwarted. By the time I hit mile 40, the thought entered my mind "Ok, I've had enough biking for today." Of course, that's also probably because my longest ride ever before today was around 43 miles. By mile 45 I was talking out loud to myself about the things I would give or do to be off of the bike. I got some strange looks from fellow racers. By mile 50, I was envisioning the 'bike for sale' sign I would make as soon as I could get home.
To give you an idea of how hot and miserable this race was by this point, I'll point out that I walked 17 times (through each aid station, up two hills, and once for a walk/stretch break after mile 1 for cramping quads) and took one Port-a-Jon stop but still ended up with the third 'fastest' age-group run split and 48th overall split.
The first four stations I drank a cup of Heed and a glass of water. The next four stations I drank a cup of Heed, a cup of water, and dumped a cup of water over my head. By the last third of the race, I was drinking a cup of Heed, a cup of water, dumping a cup on my head, eating a few ice chips and pouring the rest of the cup of ice chips down my shorts. By then I was hoping my imagined 'bike 4 sale' sign hadn't garnered any imaginary potential buyers, because I was wishing I was riding it again instead of running. About mile 8, I noticed an odd sound and then realized it was my shoes squishing.
Walked around until the quads loosened up, took a cold shower, packed up my things and racked my bike on the Jeep. Called Emily to assure her I was alive, and then spent the next hour eating as much as I could. Between breakfast, race food/drink, post-race food, the Dairy Queen shake on the way home, and Mexican for supper, I estimate caloric intake for the day at at least 4500 kcal. For the first few slices of pizza, my jaw actually ached but I couldn't stop myself from chewing/eating faster.
While eating, I talked with a few folks, and overheard comments such as "My God that sucked, I ran slower per mile than my Ironman run-splits." After finding I didn't win any raffle gear, it was time to reward myself with a nice two and a half hour ride home.
Today I'm a bit achey, my neck and arms surprisingly more than my legs, but overall I don't feel too bad. Back to the marathon training tomorrow, just in time for the heaviest mileage week of the schedule.
I was impressed with race organization, and ample supplies at stations and post-race. Hope a few friends can join me next year, if I decide I'm crazy enough to try another one of these.
Last updated: 2010-08-21 12:00 AM
Overall Rank = 83/398
Age Group = 30-34
Age Group Rank = 8/33
I had some thoughts about doing this race after I jokingly suggested it to friends (Doug and Rob) after the Hy-Vee, but as my run training for my marathon was feeling so good, I kept thinking maybe I would give it a shot. With the weekend free and a supportive wife, I jumped in, just three days ahead of race day. Since I was basically unprepared for such a race in swim and bike training, I thought I'd go without a watch and just try to take it easy, doing it for the experience and for the fun.
I was crazy enough to sign up last Thursday, so I figured I'd keep my steady course of crazy and drive there on the race day. Plan was to be up at 3am on the road within 45min. I woke up at 2am and couldn't get back to sleep, so I was on the road by 3:15am. Ate cereal and juice, grabbed a granola bar for later, had green tea on the way.
Drive was uneventful until reaching the Amana colonies, when dense fog settled in. Drove past the Palo turnoff, spent 15 minutes getting back on track. Ended up at the race course at 5:50am.
Quick got checked in, set up transition, met a few folks, used the facilities, and grabbed the swim gear right before transition closed.
Got to the beach, and could barely see a buoy thanks to heavy fog. That changed quickly, as the fog worsened and we couldn't see any buoys. They delayed the race an hour, waiting for it to burn off. I eventually got in the water and swam maybe 50 feet for a warm-up.