- My broken toe from the TRR in Aug 2011, which untreated, lead to chronic knee issues as I continued to train on it and subsequently changed my running gait.
- Less than 8 weeks from the big dance, coming off my TT bike at speed down hill into a turn, cracking my frames seat stays and trashing my sectional clinchers I planned on using in IM. (Fortunately, I was barely scratched)
It's Official |
The day before the race, when news broke at the briefing about the banned wetsuits, there is no denying it was a let down, but no sooner was I over it. A non-wetsuit swim was not insurmountable as we had swim 4x3.8K TTs in the pool in training so there was no doubt I was able to do the distance in jammers alone. I just had to accept that it would take me longer and I was in the fortunate position to not be racing against a previous PB since this was my first IM.
Pre-race:
We arrived in Austria on Thursday before the race; enough time to get settled in, register, hit the expo, do a few light workouts, etc but not so much time that our nervousness red-lined. It was pretty hot, but there's no difference in acclimatizing whether arriving four or two days prior. However, sleeping in this heat at night was pretty unsettled, so it was actually better to be getting full sleep at the beginning of the week at home.
Experts!?! |
With Arms:
The inspirational Chrissie Wellington |
With Legs:
I was through T1, onto the bike and off with no issues. My goal here was to take it easy for most of the first lap (90K). Along the lake (Worthersee) I resisted the urge to race as others flew past me. There were several peeps I knew, whom flew past like I was standing still only for me to catch them less than an hour later and steadily move past them. Through the first 70k on the bike I was dancing on the pedals. I was eating every 30min and refreshing bottles at aid stations. All was to plan. I was up and down the laps two main climbs with little perceived effort, my HR was around 140, my power was just under 200 even though I wanted to be around 210; I was on pace for just over a 5hr bike, life was good. Just after 70K my race changed.
All Good |
Things really went south when the gas I put in didn't hold. Now I was sh*t of out ideas. I left the tube in and I went back to my other tube, blowing air into it to see if it would hold and if it was the valve or in fact a puncture. At this point in the game I suspected that it was the valve and not the tube. In breathing air into and squeezing the original flatted tube it seemed to hold, so maybe the guys in transition didn't put the valve extender on tight enough? The problem now was that I was out of gas and had no pump. In the mean time, the locals kept on getting closer and closer to the point that I was pretty much fully surrounded. In frustration and in a raised voice I asked, "What is it you want?", as if they might understand my English. So out of gas and without a pump, I just stood there looking back down the road in hopes that, in TdF style, a Mavic Neutral Support Car would magically arrive. All the while masses of athletes continued to pass.
One of the spectators started talking to me in English, as if she was the spokesperson for the "tribe". She was asking me what I needed. I desperately said I need air in my tire but that any help would be outside assistance. She look at me as if totally surprised and said, "That all you need!?!", and then she motioned to one of the others and he got a pump for me. I reluctantly took it, fearing being DQed, but used it to put air in my tire. I was finally good to go and got back on the road, waving the masses a positive "danke schoen". All and all, this pit stop probably cost 40min and then a few K down the road I flatted again! Now I was totally F-ed. I had to tubes, no gas and no pump. Out of options I just started walking still with hopes that eventually a mech would drive by. After a mile or so I fortunately came across an aid station and a fixed-point mechanic. Five mins later, with a new tube, valve extension and having signed my second IOU of the day I was back on the go. At this point I thought I might still salvage something from this bike split. Having said that, there was a long way to go yet.
With Air!! |
Naturally after my third flat, I was extremely tentative, especially on the decents; in a matter of less than 10K I went from dancing to distressed. I finally finished the first lap in a moving time of 2hr35 so even with the mile of walking I was make great moving time. As I started back out into my second lap I was rolling with a different crew of athletes. Actually, I was passing most as if they were going backwards. The second time through the climbs was not as effortless as the first. It was several hours later and definitively hotter (reports upwards of 41C) and with all the lost time there wasn't the same buzz or rush of adrenaline. Oddly enough I flatted again 90K later in the same spot as my third!! This was flat 4. Again I walked to the fixed mech, and again a new tube and valve, but this time the tube was free of charge....how generous at 10 euros a pop. For sure my bike split was toast now, but I thought at least I'll make it back to T2 and to the run so I can put this bike behind me.
No chance. A few K down the road it flatted for the 5th time. There were no more mechanics and I didn't think to walk back. I honestly smiled. It was clearly a joke at this point. Did my pre-race worries result in this reality? I started walking again while I contemplated my IM fate. A bike marshal passed soon after, stopped and asked in English if I was "kaput" as they made a slashing motion across their throat. I looked at my watch and stopped to think. It was 2pm. I did some quick numbers in my head; probably less than 20k left to go so 2hrs or less to walk back and then maybe a 4hr marathon; I'll be home by 8. So I said no to the marshal, I'll keep going. Several other bike marshals passed by and used the same word, "kaput"! Still I refused. I finally made it back to T2 after walking maybe 8 miles in my cycling shoes (the pavement was too hot for bare feet). I never really got to upset with the situation. Miraculously I was able to keep my cool mentally, physically I was burning up walking in the direct sun light. It was just so unlucky that all I could do is smile/laugh.
With Feet:
There was a great relief to finally have the bike parked and be out on the run. It is quite the opposite of what I would have expected considering my knee problems over the last 6 months. I would have expected to be dreading the run. Instead I was a bit lifted to finally be running.
Even with a perfect swim and bike, I really had no clue what state I would be in exiting T2. I was merely planning to run from aid station to aid station, exactly how fast, I was not sure. Coming into the day I thought that I might run around 8min miles and that a sub-3hr30 was feasible. But I was going to play it sans sheet music. Now considering the day I've had, reality was that a 4hr marathon would be a steal. I was now running for accomplishment. Thus I never really concerned myself with my pace or the time of day. I had my mind set on one thing: getting from aid station to aid station without walking.
The run could be broken up into 4x10K O&Bs. The first heads out towards Krumpendorf along the lake. This would prove to be the hottest section as it has the least tree cover. The second 10K heads back towards town and was definitively cooler. On the first lap, headed out along the lake there were masses of spectators and the locals were out with their garden hoses dousing peeps like we were on fire. While at first this was a fantastic means to cool down the core, it also meant the sneaks becoming saturated with water. For me that meant pretty sore feet so I was doing my best to avoid the hoses or plead to the locals "nein danke" when they offered a dousing.
At every aid station I was taking on water and iso and before the second lap I started taking Pepsi. I was also trying to eat every 30-40min and taking saltstick every 30-40min alternating with eating. I was using sponges and taking ice cubes for the hands. On occasion I was rubbing ice cubes around my lips in lieu of taking on fluids. I think that the ice cubes were key to keeping cool. With ice I didn't need what hoses. Heading into town for the first time I came across KJC and P King running back from town. It was first time since the beginning of the bike that I had seen anyone I knew.
Coming back in from the lake for the last time was a relief, since for me that was the toughest section of the run course. I was starting to feel like the end was near, only O&B to town one more time. The legs generally felt ok, I wasn't going at blazing speed, but I was keeping to my plan to run aid station to aid station. It was amazing how many peeps were walking. I've never seen so much walking. Seeing peeps walk actually gave me inspiration to run; it was my only chance to salvage time. even though I was really only competing with myself, I may it a competition with others in order to keep the drive.
Just Brazil between me and the finish |
The Take Home:
There were some hard lessons learned, specifically on the bike. I was on borrowed wheels, having trashed my sectional clinchers coming off the bike a few weeks back. I have sectional tubs, but I wanted to go with clinchers thinking that on the day changing a tube would be easier than a tub. Borrowed wheels was one thing, but I also then changed to new tires just two days before the race. Changing tires without a few spins/weeks on them was rookie stuff, but I thought it was a sure thing having the mechanics at the expo do this followed by a 45min test spin. On Tuesday, after the race, I took the tires off to see if I could figure it out. Sure enough the rim tape was well shifted off center and in one spot, matching up where my last pinch was, the rim tape was folded under creating a crease and exposing the rim. I recall the mech(s) having a tough time with the tires and I bet they shifted the tape then. I should have done it myself, but at a minimum I should have inspected the rim when I had the flat in transition and also when I had my first flat on the course. Being in the heat of battle, I wasn't thinking procedurally. I just wanted it fixed and fast. Lesson: Right First Time.
"Beer?", "Always!" |
I do know it was an easy decision for me to continue my race and walk the bike back to T2; a DNF was not an option. I had come to Austria with one goal, to get across the line. Considering all that was invested, it was going to take a lot more than punctures for me to call it a day. I'm well pleased that I did continue; had I DNFed it would have been too long until redemption. In my mind my 12:21 was underachieving, but looking back, now two weeks later, it is wonderful how I still get a euphoric feeling about the 24hrs post finishing, even in the face of my battles on the bike. It is easy to see how first thing the morning after the race, the masses migrate (limping, etc) to register to do it all again in 365 days. This sense of accomplishment is something that can never be taken away. By no means did my maiden IM voyage it go to plan, but I doubt it often does at IM distance.
The greatest battle is not physical but psychological.
The demons
telling us to give up when we push ourselves to the limit can never be
silenced for good.
They must always be answered by the quiet, steady
dignity that simply refuses to give in.
Courage. We all suffer. Keep
going.
- Graeme Fife