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The Road to the Ironman #2 – Elbows, Knees and Jellyfish OH MY!!!
OK time to talk about the race.
Setting up
Finish time – Ironman Wisconsin 1:24:28
Finish time – Ironman Florida ? TBD
The day starts early for those who compete in an Ironman, for me the alarm went off at 4 am sharp. Surprisingly I slept sound, usually there is a lot of tossing and turning but not this night. The goal was to walk down with the Key’s, Kim and my mother-in-law Christine. As we started, I had to make one more stop before I checked in, the stop was to drop off the special need bags for the bike and run. Robert chose not to have these bags so they broke away from us and started the process of checking in, this would the last I would see of the legend name Robert Key for the remainder of the day.
The special needs bags are positioned at the half way point of the bike and run courses. A person can put anything they want in them as long as it fits into the bag. My bike bag had four extra water bottles with the Carbo Pro powder I use, along with more twizzlers and payday bars (more on that later.) My run bag I had a few extra running belt bottles with Carbo Pro, twizzlers, payday bars and warmer running gear.
As I approached the check in point I got body marked, #2145 on both arms, age on the left calf and soon found myself walking to my bike carrying yet another bag. In this bag I carried four more water bottles, 2 filled with water and 2 filled with Gatorade, all having the Carbo Pro. Near my handle bars there is a bento box (a square pouch) to store my food for the first half of the race, plus salt tablets. I pumped up my tires and thought I was ready to go. My mistake is when I bring in my pump, others want to use it. I am glad to say the entire Danish team was grateful for the use of my pump. Now it was time for the porta-pottty stop, the line was long but I had plenty of time and was I glad I wore warm clothes. It was around 50 degrees and the wind that Robert said should not give us any problems was blowing hard. I checked on my transition bags and set off to find Kim and my mother-in-law.
I found them just outside transition and we slowly made our way inside the hotel so I could put on my wetsuit. After sitting for a few moments it was time to put the black rubber suit of death on. I might have to change what I call it, because this new wetsuit (if you remember my old one met its demise by the hands of one angry teenage male in Augusta, GA) is so easy to put on, not to mention I don’t have to worry about that stupid zipper anymore. After sealing me up it was off to the beach.
We waited outside the meeting area, because I wanted to see my brother-in-law, Dan, his wife Julie and the two little ones before I took off but they called us into the swim area. As it turns out I missed them by a few minutes.
In the staging area the mood changes, just like in Wisconsin I blocked everything else out. I could tell there were hundreds of people around me, but they almost seemed to disappear. I found myself almost in an alone feeling. There my toes where touching the water but everything around me went dark. I could hear the National Anthem being sung, I could see the pros take off 10 minutes earlier, and remembering the songs leading up to the start but everything was in slow motion.
I found myself looking at the sunrise just as I did in Madison 14 months before…
Calmness…
I was ready…
Then the cannon went off…
The Swim
2,700 people rushing into the Gulf of Mexico… Very different compared to Wisconsin where I was able to start a bit more on the outside, this time I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WASHING MACHINE! Man, did I pay for that…
The swim is a 2.4 miles course, made up with a two lap 1.2 mile rectangle with a 100 yard beach run in between.
The first quarter or going directly out away from the beach was a mess of elbows, knees, hands, feet, finger nails, and toe nails all going after me (well that is what is seemed like). I would say 99% of this is unintentional, but there were a few times I could have swore the impact of the elbow or knee had a little more mustard behind it than usual.
Usual?
What is usual about a mass start of 2,700+ people running into the Gulf of Mexico? NOTHING!!!!!!!
Now there are quite a few things that go racing through ones mind during a swim of an Ironman, especially the start. The first and foremost is the drowning topic. Even though I did get pushed under the water about 6 times I was never in any danger, because the wetsuit popped me right back to the surface. The next thing is boy the shore line is getting farther and farther away, simple fix count the buoys along the way knowing that number 6 would be the one we can all start back to shore. The next thing was the water was clear and you could see what was swimming below you, I didn’t see much until the ground sunk away around buoy #4. There they were, the JELLYFISH. I wasn’t worried about the ones I could see (probably around 30 during the swim), it was the ones I couldn’t see. I made it through the swim with no stings!!! At this time the floor also dropped off, leaving one to wonder how deep was the water at this point?
As I rounded the first turn there was a short swim until the next turn and then it was straight to the shore. One remaining question sat in my mind… How come with all the hours we “Ironman” put into the swim… Why are there so few that can swim straight? In a pool I breath on every third stroke, because there is a lane line below that keeps you going straight. If I were to attempt this in a ocean, the next stop for me would Key West. I breath on every other stroke in triathlons. Yes less efficient, but at least it gives me a a quick moment to look where I am going. I mean COME PEOPLE!!!!!
Around the second turn things opened up a bit as we headed back to shore. As I approached the shore a new twist to my Ironman experience came into play, a short run before I had to do lap #2. It probably was a good thing that I came out with so many people the run was more like a walk. They offered us a cup of water, which I used to wash the saltiness out of my mouth and then it was time for lap 2.
The goal of this lap was to stay closer to the buoys there in turn shorting the distance of lap 2. Things remained crowded through the lap, but not nearly as bad as the first portion of lap 1. I soon found my first rhythm and actually found myself using my legs only when the current deemed it necessary. Save the legs the rest of the day was all about them. Made it past turn 1 and then turn 2 and then I started down the home stretch.
I actually found open water during this part and soon my mind drifted off to those people that helped during this journey… More about them later.
What seemed like a minute or two I found myself standing up, starting to rip off my swim cap, goggles and wetsuit and running towards the swim exit. I WAS DONE! 1/3 down, 2/3’s to go…
Finishing swim time 1:17:02… my Wisconsin time 1:24:28, 7 minutes and 26 seconds faster!
Off to transition #1…
To be continued…
The Road to the Ironman #2 – The close of this chapter… The days leading up to the big day!
Visualization is a key to training for these things called Ironman. In the countless hours of swimming, biking, running, racing, eating, sleeping, and thinking about this thing called Ironman you learn quickly learn that visualizing is a key to keep you moving forward in this journey.
There I was finally on the pure white sand of Panama City Beach, Florida. Me and about 2,900 other people from all different backgrounds ready to jump into the Gulf of Mexico to take on what we all trained so hard for… but before I go into detail there is a whole different story to tell leading up to the race.
The days leading up to the race…
The days leading up to the race were going to be an experience in itself. What faced me was a car trip of 1,000 miles through the states of Indiana, Kentucky, Tennessee, Alabama and finally Florida. Oh, didn’t mention this would be a two car caravan with not only Kim at my side, but my brother-in-law, his wife, their two kiddies and YES even my mother-in-law. Being that I was the only one that knew how to get us there and back safely that added in more responsibility to the journey.
One note on my in-laws. They are amazing, they where there every step of my first journey with Ironman and there they were again on journey #2. The support I get from them is unique and it is a important part of this journey. I know many of us don’t see eye to eye with our in-laws, so I am grateful to have this relationship with them. I am glad in some small way I can touch their lives with this inspiration. I know I do, since my brother-in-law announced to me he will be taking on his first 1/2 Ironman in the summer of 2012.
This too was a vacation of sorts for them, so the plan was to take our time getting down to Panama City Beach and allow them some time to feel like it was a vacation not just hurry and get down there. We made stops at the Indy 500 and at Mammoth Cave National Park along the way. It was interesting to see how they reacted since none of them have been on a car ride of such distance. The Vacation movie kept playing in my mind (didn’t see any hot blonde’s in a Ferrari or take a naked pool swims with one either).
The second highlight would happen in Panama City Beach, FL in meeting a legend in his own mind, Robert Key and his wife Susan. Robert and I have become good friends through the use of social media and when I booked the condo I booked a three bedroom condo with the thought that Robert could take one room if he’d like. Well the Griswalds pulled into PCB (Panama City Beach) on Wednesday right around noon. After a lunch at a place called Dirty Dicks (insert your own joke) we met up with the Key’s at the condo. The condo wasn’t ready so we sat around one of the pools to get know each other a little better.
OK I hate to write this portion but I have too. It turns out that the Key’s are awesome people. Wait for it… You can almost hear it… Listen hard there is a noise coming from the Houston area… Yes, Robert it was an honor to meet you and Susan. Who would have known we were so much alike in so many ways. I would think we were separated at birth, except of our huge age differences and the funny way you talk.
One word on this condo…WOW! I have stayed in many nice places in my travels, but this condo WAS REALLY NICE! Three bedrooms, three baths, kitchen, family room and the largest deck I have ever seen on the 11th floor over looking the Gulf. Jim Ristow did good picking this place out!
With the kids splashing around in the pools, Robert and I decided to take off for Ironman central and check in. Let me be the first to say I beat Robert Key through the check in process! Hey, you have to take in all the victories! Soon after check in, I walked into heaven… aka The Ironman Store! It is my blog so I am just going to say it, I cried. No I didn’t buy anything yet, but just being in there the reality of the coming days was hitting me across the face!!!!! Ironman #2 was about to take place.
Thursday morning I awoke with two goals in mind. #1, swim in the Gulf of Mexico. #2, drive the bike and run courses. Robert, Susan and I walked down to the swim start. I had some concerns about swimming in the Gulf of Mexico. The size of the Gulf didn’t bother me that much because of the numerous times swimming in Lake Michigan. What concerned me was three things.
- Swimming in salt water.
- Critters, especially jellyfish.
- Swimming straight out versus swimming along the shore.
Robert and I met up with a group from iamtri (the Facebook for triathletes) and we were off. The first thing I noticed was there were two shallow spots as we attempted to swim. This caused to wave breaks which made me think back to my time swimming in Hawaii. I got my first few gulps of salt water and that too reminded me of swimming in Hawaii, so that helped calm my nerves a bit. As we practiced the water was clear so you could see everything below you. No jellyfish, but it was interesting to see what swims below you, in the lake around here there is no chance. I am not sure which is better. As I started to swim out I could help but think how far we would swim out from shore. I did some quick math and figured it would be a little more than a 1/2 mile. Then I wondered how far I was out already. In all my other triathlons there is some comfort knowing that you are really never that far off the shore, this was going to be my biggest fear of the swim. Then again, when one is in a wetsuit, in salt water and plenty of safety people around the chances of something happening like drowning is small.
With the swim practice over it was time to drive the bike course. The hardest part of the drive? 112 miles with Robert Key. Let’s just say he thinks of himself a bit of a weather forecaster and especially when it comes to wind direction, speed and gusts. Let’s just say the people at the Weather Channel have no worries when it comes to Robert Key taking one of their jobs. The real reason to drive the course is simple, get some visualization on what the day will bring for 6 to 7 hours on the bike. I will go more into detail later about the bike ride itself, let’s just say training on the flat roads of Illinois played right into my strength. Yes there were a few rollers and semi big bridge, but over all it was flat and there was very little to look at, just like the cornfields I ride through.
After we drove the bike course we had a little time while before the Ironman dinner, so we decided to tackle the run course. Again I write about this later, but the run course had a few hills, called speed humps, ran through mostly neighborhoods and one state park.
Thursday evening was the Ironman dinner and my date was my brother-in-law, Dan. So holding hands we set off with the Key’s to enjoy the 5 star meal and some banquet fun. When I say 5 star I really mean 1 star, if I had to complain about anything about the experience the Ironman meal resembles something lower than a high school cafeteria meal. With the amount of money we gladly hand over to the Ironman people they really could up the meal a bit. Oh well. We sat with our new iamtri friends swapped stories and I even met the equivalent of Bob Scott on the female side, Bobby Williams. All in all an entertaining night, but I kept on thinking about what laid before me come Saturday.
I listened to the other triathletes about their goals, their finishing times and what their day was going to bring. Me? I had this unsure feeling. Did I do enough? I guess no matter how much talk is happening everyone feels that, but this time it was different than Wisconsin.
The next morning I wanted to do one more swim, plus I needed to check in my bike plus my transition bags so what was meant as a peaceful day turned out to be pretty busy. This time Kim went with me to the swim practice. WHAT A DIFFERENCE A DAY MAKES. Thursday the waters were a bit choppy but nothing to install fear into this Ironman’s eyes. Friday? Yikes!!!! I ventured out watching and feeling waves that would crash at head level. The currents were totally different and it simply took me ten minutes just to get past the breaking waves. I struggled to keep my goggles on and basically letting the fear of God overcome me. I am glad I went out, but the concern of the swim ate at me the rest of the day. After getting a ton of sand out of body parts where sand shouldn’t be, the Ristow’s and the Key’s were off to check the bikes and transition bags in. I found my spot, dropped off the two transition bags in their spots, took some pictures and gave Kim a surprise.
Up to this point Kim’s “vacation” was spent keeping one mother and two little kiddies happy. Not much of a vacation, especially one with her hubby. I took her away from all of this and had an afternoon together. We found a great place to eat, then we shopped and she bought a few things and we were ready to call it a night. I set the alarm for 4 am and went quickly off to sleep…
Oh yea, I forgot we did spend some time in the Ironman store and so you will be seeing me model all the latest Ironman fashions! PS Kim and my in-laws are drinking from the cool aid, they too purchased Ironman gear! My evil plan is working…
To be continued….
The Road to the Ironman #2 – Family, Friends and Support THANK YOU!
7 days…
OK all of you have put up with me for the past 2+ years talking about this Ironman thing. I get it you are all tired of me talking about it so let me lay it all out for you to see.
THANK YOU!
I say this from the bottom of my heart. I hope in some way you gained a little insight on the life of a slightly nuts person and his journey. The time leading up to this race has been full of peaks and valleys, but the one thing that has stayed by my side is all of you. From Kim my awesome wife to all of my Facebook buddies and everyone in between.
Thank you!
You put up with my mood swings, you put up with my constant sarcasm, and you simply put up with Jim Ristow. The way I look at it that must be wonderful, but I am pretty sure some of you might have a different opinion (no matter how wrong you are).
Thank you!
I get, you get, heck the dog down the street gets it, this Ironman thing is an important part of my life. It has yet to give me anything bad, OK maybe sucking my money away from me could be considered bad but I do it willingly. I know it is a cult thing. Find your own cult and you will understand.
Thank you!
If you don’t believe me that the Ironman has only brought good into my life, why are you my friend? In some form or fashion the Ironman introduced us as friends or simply made the friendship bond we had stronger.
Thank you!
All of you in some way inspire me as I inspire you.
Thank you!
In 7 days I will be swimming 2.4 miles, riding 112 miles and running 26.2 all under 17 hours (closer to 14 would be great). During that time I will be thinking of you and ice cream/doughnuts. It might be a time in the race where I am feeling great. It might be a time where I am in the darkest of lows and you will help pull me out and push me towards that finish line.
Thank you!
Yes, I will have family and friends down there cheering me on. Yes, I will have people throughout the country following my progress on ironman.com that day. Yes, I know there will some of you going about your day and a quick thought might pass wondering how I am doing. Yes, there will be those WHO WILL TOTALLY FORGET ABOUT ME THAT DAY, but still you gave me support at some point in my journey.
Thank you!
Doing an Ironman is a selfish endeavor. There are those who say they do it for a person or maybe a cause to raise awareness, but deep down it really is only about one question. Do I have it in me to push my body, my mind, my spirit, my soul as far as it can go? If so, can I push it a little further?
Thank you!
Then I think if it is such a selfish endeavor…. Why am I surrounded by some many great people that are supporting me?
Thank you!
I don’t I say this enough, Thank You everyone for the support and love you have shown me over these couple of years. Without you this journey will be a lot emptier and a whole lot less meaningful.
THANK YOU!!!!!!!
Until next time… Your Fitness Buddy
The Road to the Ironman #2 – 262 and How do I feel?
Topic #1
I wrote some time ago I see this number all the time, 262 or 26. Wanna guess what number post this is? I didn’t plan this I just happened to look today at the number of posts I have written over the past two years and the last was 261. I tell you this really freaks me out. I don’t go searching for it, it just happens. I am certain I will see it in some form or fashion as I start my travels down to Florida, during the race and driving back to the great white north. I should keep a tally sheet on how many times I see it and if I had to make a guess there would be a 2 and a 6 involved. It is creepy!
Topic #2
OK now that I have that off my chest on to more pressing matters. Did you know I have a Ironman coming up? 11 days from today at 7:00 am number 2145 will be diving into the Gulf of Mexico with 2,500+ of his closest friends on a journey of pure insanity that will last up to 17 hours from some and slightly over 8 for others. Me? If you are placing a bet in Vegas I would lean closer to the 17 hour mark, but who knows right?
As I close in I am trying to figure out how I feel about this race compared to my first. I remember fear of the unknown the last time… I really don’t have that this time around. I remember excitement of the unknown the last time… Nope. I remember anxiety… Nope. So what am I feeling? I guess in some way I am feeling those things, but it is different. I can’t really explain. Is it because I have done one of these before? Is it because I am better trained? Is it because I am actually racing with a few people I know? I am not sure…
- I feel prepared, in fact more prepared than my first.
- I feel excited, but not excited enough to jump out of my shoes.
- If feel calm, I am ready to deal with what the day throws in front of me.
- I feel ready to call it a year with Triathlon and what a way to cap that year off, but with an Ironman.
Looking at those feelings simply the best word is I am ready. Coming off the Augusta, GA 70.3 this sense of calmness has surrounded me. It is scary when a 1/2 Ironman is considered a long training day. I mean just typing that sentence seems silly.
I have done enough Triathlons to get a good feeling on what the day is going to hold for me. It will be a decent swim, probably finishing around 1:20, a better bike finishing somewhere under 6:30 and a run that will be painfully long and finish well after the sun goes down. If that is how the day plays out I am OK with that, remember the #1 goal is to finish under 17 hours.
If I had to post a time so everyone can see look for me to finish around the 14 hour mark. That would be awesome, 9 pm! Slow in the sense I will be finishing in the back of the pack once again, but I will be the faster of the slow if that makes any sense.
8 days and counting! The training is almost done. I will be doing a few swims, runs, and rides this week but just enough to let the body we are not quite to the start line just yet. I look forward to the drive down to the sunshine state. I will enjoy not only being with family, but my Ironman family once again.
I guess I feel PROUD!
Until next time… Your Fitness Buddy
The Building of The Fitness Buddy – Good things come to those who wait.
Hello all,
I have been wanting to tell you this new information for a while, but I thought it would be best to wait until more news was finalized.
The Fitness Buddy was entering a stage that was scaring the pants off me. The ultimate goal is to open a Fitness Buddy Studio and on cloud 9 that was the next best step for the future of the company. Well you come off cloud 9 very quickly when reality comes and slaps you around a bit. When you add in the lease, marketing, equipment, utilities and so on the pretty picture soon turns dark and stressful. Those around me might have seen a less happier me in the last few months and wondered why, well I can say opening up your own place did have a lot to do with the mood.
In my usual fashion I planned to take things slow, do it right and hopefully at the end The Fitness Buddy would have a chance to succeed. I now understand a little better why so many businesses open and close quickly. Most of these people do that without a plan and fail. Those who have a plan have a better chance of succeeding, but the odds are not really that much better. Here I was going it alone, no bank loans, no investors and no rich family members backing me. No wonder I was feeling a little stressed.
WELL THAT HAS ALL CHANGED!!!!
Originally going all the way back when I started this Personal Trainer idea the goal was to find a place that would allow me to work my clients. Of course that would mean the gym that allowed me to do this would take a certain percentage, but I was OK with that knowing I would be working my clients in a professional setting while building my client base. One problem, I could not find a single gym, fitness studio, or personal training studio that would allow me to work on this idea. Basically that was the reason why I went to a “big box” gym to start building my experience. I worked for them, I did get a lot of clients, I did learn a few things, but in the long run it was simply a short term solution. The next was to set up The Fitness Buddy in my sunroom knowing what that it was a temporary solution at best but again building clients and experience was the main goal. Soon after I knew I was going have to move to a more professional setting meaning getting my own place.
It was a good idea, because I soon found myself laid off from my job of 15 years and my full attention had to turn to The Fitness Buddy.
The search for my own place has gone pretty far, almost to the point of signing me name on a dotted line, because I found THE place. Still the chances of making it succeed were small. I promised myself I would not mortgage my/Kim’s future for this idea and everyday I felt myself creeping towards polishing up my resume, putting on big boy pants and finding a new corporate job.
I have believe from the start there has been something pushing me along on this journey. The idea just seemed right from the beginning. The people I have met along the way. How excited I was about the idea of relaunching a new career mid-life and the capability of changing people’s lives really gave me hope. All I had to do was listen, observe and learn and I continued taking steps towards this new life. It wasn’t just losing weight, it wasn’t just about hating my job, it wasn’t about completing Ironman, it wasn’t about being laid off. What it is all about is discovering my place in this world and how my life actually had meaning and all those things, plus many more are leading me down this path. I just had to look for the right things and act on them.
Maybe that was the reason why I was so stressed lately. From the start of looking for my own place I really knew I wasn’t ready yet. I was doing the exact same thing I said I wasn’t going to do. I was ready to mortgage my future for this moment in time.
That has all changed! It is strange how life works out.
In the last few weeks a personal trainer I know from the club I workout at left the club to open her own studio. Soon I had a hand full of members mention this is something I should look into. As it turns out, everything I originally tried to do was something she was looking for in a Personal Trainer, plus more.
The Fitness Buddy is joining forces with Rodni’s S.E.L.F. Fitness. I will be a Independent Personal Trainer at her place. I can bring in my own clients to workout them out there and still keep my sun room location open for those who would like a more private setting, add that Rodni is also supplying me with clients it makes for a beginning of a great relationship. To top that off I will be teaching a handful of classes. I will be teaching the majority of the TRX classes and a handful of group training classes.
All in all this is a win for The Fitness Buddy. I will work with someone who has been in the business for over 25 years, has the connections built up through the years, observe how she sets up her business and all along I can build my experience. Then when that day comes when I am really ready to move into my place I can forward with everything learned.
What does this all really mean?
- I don’t have to come up with the capital of opening up my own place.
- Experience, experience, experience
- Simply I can take more time figuring out the true path of The Fitness Buddy.
When will I be ready?
Stayed tune, in fact maybe The Fitness Buddy becomes something even more or different I haven’t even thought about yet.
Rodni’s S.E.L.F. Fitness is in Oswego, IL near my house on 34 and Douglas Rd. in the Mason Square shopping center. She has done a great job setting up the place with a workout room full of equipment I can kick your butt on, plus she has a second room, aerobics room where all the classes will be in. There are lockers, showers along with massage room and a big focus on eating healthier.
For those in the area and are looking for that change in their health and fitness give me a call and come check it out.
My hope this is a great partnership between these two new companies and we both help each other grow.
The Road to the Ironman #2 – Click on the jpg
This is some inspiration from arguably the best female Ironman on the planet. As you read this keep this in mind, she recently won the Ironman World Championship in Kona, Hawaii for the 4th time. She usually dominates the rest of the female field and gives most of the pro men a run for their money, but this time she decided to add in some interest to the race. She did the entire race with a torn pectoral muscle and still won.
Being an Ironman is not only about one’s physical abilities, but what is one’s heart and soul. It also proves you are one of the few on the planet that is willing to put it all out there to see and you might just find out something about yourself.
15 days!
Until next time… Your Fitness Buddy
The Road to the Ironman #2 – See what happens when you believe in yourself.
This comes from a friend, James Small who just finished running his 1st marathon.
- I thought it was an excellent recap, so I stole it from him.
- Proves that I am not alone in my journey.
- It shows when someone has had enough with the way life is going the only person that can change it is YOU.
- Best of all it shows one does not have any limits and the support that surrounds you grows and soon you become the inspiration to others!
Way to go James, This is one Ironman that thinks the world of you.
It was finally here; my 340 days of training were about to be tested. I’d been watching the forecast for about two weeks, and each day it was revised, it looked like it was even more perfect than the day before! I was glad about that, because I had done a few long runs in the heat of the summer and they didn’t go well at all. Saturday night’s pre-race meal was at my in-law’s house, I considered attending the pasta party for the TCM itself, but opted not to, as I did not want to deal with any digestive issues during the race. So, Kimberly and I shopped, and cooked, and were able to control what went into the meal. After dinner, Kimberly and I sat down with my in-laws and developed a plan for Kimberly and the kids to be stationed at mile 16, then again at the finish for the next day. Thankfully, my brother in law was willing to help out with some of the logistics and getting Kimberly picked up and brought to where she needed to go. With the plan in place, we departed Coon Rapids for the Marquette Hotel in downtown Minneapolis. I needed to finish some of the smaller details for the morning, so things would go smoothly for me. After a good night sleep (even though people told me to anticipate not sleeping well that night), the alarm went off at 4:45, despite the race time of 8:00. I knew what I needed to do for the morning, and I needed that time to myself to take each step one by one making sure they all got done.
After a calculated, relaxed morning, I left the Marquette Hotel for the Metrodome. I had intended on taking a taxi to the dome because at 6:45 it was still only about 45 degrees. However, when I got outside seeing other runners walking the 8-block walk, I decided to join them. Most of those runners were headed to the 10-mile run which started an hour before the marathon. Upon reaching the start line for the 10-mile run, I turned and headed toward the dome, made my way inside, and walked toward the marathon side of it. There were already thousands of runners inside eating, stretching, and waiting in line for the toilets. I found a spot near a stairwell and sat down and began to stretch. I had about 40 minutes before I needed to head outside to the corrals for the start. This would allow me plenty of time to ensure a very thorough warm up. Lots of families came with to take pictures with the runners.
Those without families present were not very friendly, and didn’t really want to talk. At 7:40 I made my way outside and began the walk to my corral (#3-the slow runners). Once there, I found the pace group that I signed up to run with, 5 hours, and continued to stretch a bit. The corral began to fill up. There was a woman next to me, that I struck up a conversation with, Jen; it was her first marathon also. We talked for a few minutes, asking each other about spouses, kids, etc and that helped pass the time until the singing of the National Anthem and the start of the race. As the wheel chair racers started, then the elites at 8:00, then corral #2 at 8:05, soon it was our turn.
As we made the turn from Carew Dr onto 5th Street, I asked if she cared if I ran with her for a while. She thought that would be great.
At 8:09:50 the countdown started for our corral, and we were released at 8:10 on the dot! It took me about a minute to cross the starting line, and knew that all I had trained for was now in front of me, and I could not wait! Jen and I started together, she warned me in the first few steps that she was a talker, and asked if that made a difference to me running with her. I simply smiled and we continued together for the next 20 miles.
The streets of Minneapolis were pretty quiet. I actually expected a few more spectators to be out along 5th street. When we made the turn on Hennepin Ave, there were a few more people that accompanied a very strong headwind. Thankfully that was short lived. Jen and I made our way through the early miles of the course together continuing to talk about training, the pace group we were with, and anything else that entered our mind. Around mile 3 she had a friend that was planning to hop in and run with her for a little while. That woman ran with Jen and I for about the next 4 miles. They talked, I ran. I was simply trying to take in as much as I possibly could of this day, and this experience. That was the advice that was given to me, and that is what I intended on doing. As we approached the lakes of Minneapolis, the spectators began to grow, which was great to see! In fact, I couldn’t believe how many people we were seeing now. Not to mention the countless number of signs, cowbells, and yard parties! During the run around the first 3 lakes, I must have heard the theme to Rocky about 4 times, and thought that was getting a bit old. I did have an iPod with me, but wanted to save that for when things weren’t going so well, or if I just needed a boost. Probably the most entertaining part of the day was all the signs people made for the runners. There were quite a few good ones too! I think my favorite one was “26.2, because 26.3 would be crazy!” That along with “Worst parade ever!” were my two favorites.
The first 8 miles went by faster than any run I had ever done in training. In fact, one woman who was near me said, what happened to the mile 7 marker? I missed that! I said, well, looks like you are one more mile closer then!
After Jen’s friend left, we were headed toward Lake Nakomis, and mile 11. This was important because this is where my first support was going to come. My dad, Debbie, Ryan and Annie were all going to be there before we turned south on Cedar Ave. I could see them as I approached waving there bright pink signs they made up. I smiled as they took a picture and cheered for me, then grabbed a bottle of Heed and a Hammergel and continued on toward mile 12. At the half marathon point, still running around Lake Nakomis I looked at my time on my watch. My time was only 1 minute slower than I ran the half marathon on Sept 11. I thought if I kept that pace I’d be in under 5 hours for sure!
Mile 14, and Dad & Crew again! Another Hammergel and bottle of Heed. I didn’t drink much of the first one, but it was nice to have for extra insurance. I appreciated them walking the almost mile from 11 to 14, it was great seeing familiar faces in the streets!
Mile 15. Barry and Erin Ellinger, along with their two daughters and dog! It is a cool feeling to hear your name called out, but when your friends are SCREAMING it out and then jump in and run with you, so much better! Thanks Barry and Erin for coming out! Also at this point, my new running friend Jen, husband joined us for some added support.
Mile 16. This is a big one for me for more than one reason. First, 2 Mondays ago, while doing my 20 mile run, as I approached mile 16, I felt a “pop” in my left foot. Long story short, it was an irritated tendon, that rest and ice made possible to run today. Secondly, Kimberly, Jonah, Janae, and my entire In-Law family unit was going to be at this mark. I was excited to see them, even though it was for about 15 whole seconds. They would also be giving me yet another bottle of Heed and a Hammergel for fuel. As I ran by, everything went silent for me. I was focused on Kim and the kids. I ran up to Janae who had my fuel, grabbed it from her, gave her a kiss on the forehead, and moved on to Jonah. I did the same to him. At the end of the line was Kimberly, I gave her a quick hug and kiss, and she told me to keep going, so off I went. I was glad that everything worked out that morning for her to get to the point where she did. Now, I was anxious to see them all again at the finish.
Mile 18, I knew my best friend in school from 5th grade on was going to be near this mark, who also would be handing over more fuel! I was beginning to get tired of the constant holding of a water bottle, and many times, after only a few sips I would toss them aside. I think being handed a bottle was more of a mental game for me than anything. When I got close to 18, I noticed my buddy Dan, and he brought with him our other good friend Kristen Bebeau. I stopped quickly to give them both a hug and a thank you, then continued on, asking if they’d make it out to the bar that night. Unfortunately, they were not able to. Crossing the Franklin Street Bridge was perhaps the most beautiful point of the day. Looking south over the Mississippi River with the fall colors in their peak season was absolutely beautiful. I pointed it out to Jen and her husband and they all agreed. I am glad that I took time to look, again, part of enjoying the day.
Mile 19, this is the furthest I had ran/walked (traveled) during my training. I never did finish the 20-mile run. As we passed this mark, I told Jen that with each step I am covering distance I’d not gone before. She congratulated me, and we continued. At 19.1, the named sponsor of the TCM had a lot going on, water spot, bands, crowds, etc. It was great.
Mile 20. Bittersweet. The long awaited uphill battle begins – literally. I finally made my 20 mile run, pain free from my foot, feeling great, had a friend to run with, and then Jen said to me, “I really want to try and finish under 5 hours, would you be upset with me if I picked up my pace a little bit?” I said, “Absolutely not, good luck, it’s been great running with you!” We gave each other sort of a “side hug type thing while running” and that was it. I was now alone for the last 6 miles, 385 yards. Oddly enough, at this point in the day, the 5 hour pace group had also caught back up to me, so I decided that I would try and run with them to the finish, which is what my plan was at the beginning of the day.
Mile 21. I was beginning to tire, my feet were sore, but only from using them, not pain like I had experienced 2 weeks prior. I started to walk a bit. I could still see the 5 hour pace group, but knew that I would not finish with them.
Mile 22. This marked the turn on to Summit Avenue. This is where mom was going to be. As I approached the turn, I noticed mom’s husband, David, I smiled, and waved, said hello, and he took a couple pictures. Then, mom was around the corner, with yet another bottle of Heed, and offered me Hammergel, but I declined them, I was still carrying about 6 of them in my fuel belt.
Mile 22.5 Anne (Cardwell) Jones. A long time friend from working at the pools together to attending UND together for a couple years also. I was running with my iPod at this point, and just happened to take out 1 ear bud. When I did, I could hear someone screaming my name! I looked and there she was, with her two daughters looking at her like she was crazy! I ran towards her and grabbed her for a big hug. She encouraged me to keep going, and it took everything I had to let go of her and do that. It was so great to see her for those 25 seconds.
Mile 22.8. Another long time friend, someone I consider a big sister. This woman took me under her wing in high school and sorta showed me the ropes. Last year, when I began running and posting workouts on Facebook, she would encourage me on each one. At New Year’s this year, we had a text message conversation, and agreed to become each other’s training partner from a distance. We’d text each other our workouts; results, calories burned, etc, and for the most part we did a great job doing that this year. So, at mile 22.8 (or so), my big sis, Kirsten Johnson Kjome took care of me. She saw me at a brisk walk, I was tired, emotional, could picture myself finishing, but just was having a hard time getting my legs to run. She brought me a bag of wet wipes to wash my face, a towel to dry it, another Hammergel (which was declined), and a much needed bottle of water. I was tired of Heed and Perpetuem that I’d been drinking all day. She gave me some encouraging words, told me how far the finish line was, and sent me on my way running. I needed this push.
Mile 23-25 may have been the longest 2 miles of the entire day. It was a combination of running and brisk walking. Summit Ave was packed with spectators and runners. I was noticing the people around me, many of them I recognized from early in the day, others were people that started strong and slowed down, or got hurt and were simply walking now to the finish. One pair of individuals were both jogging with bags of ice tapped to their knees. I was thankful and fortunate not to be in that situation.
Mile 25. The last water stop, put on by Delta Airlines. One of my Fraternity Brothers, a Delta Pilot told me he was going to be at this stop. As I approached the stop I spotted him, in the clothes that he said he’d be wearing. Chris Beaucage gave me a big high five as I got to him, and he dropped what he was doing and ran along side me. He told me I needed to carry a flag to the finish. I said, “No, I don’t. I have enough to carry, but you are welcome to carry one for me”. I walked through the water stop (some very good advice I received, and did that through each one), and Chris sent me on my way. I know had 6435 feet to go (1.2 miles).
Mile 25-26 were a time of some self-reflection from the last 340 days of my life. To think, on October 29, 2010 I could not even run for 2 minutes on a treadmill, and now, I am 1 mile from finishing a marathon. I began to think again about why I was doing this.
- I did this marathon for myself.
- I did this marathon because when I started training for it, I could not stand to look at myself in the mirror. 340 days later, I look better, feel better, but still have work to do.
- I did this marathon because I wanted to help teach my children that you only get one body and you need to take care of what God has given you.
- I did this marathon because I am tired of people at work telling me how fat I am.
- I did this marathon because people told me that I would not finish, that I would either quit or die.
- I did this marathon because I could.
Approaching Mile 26. Finally, it was here, and I could see the finish. It was finally, literally “all down hill from here”. I had been thinking about this moment since April 6th. How was it all going to end? There were a lot of songs that I trained to over the past 18 weeks, and a few stood out as contenders for me to run the last few hundred yards. I decided on “Lose Yourself” by Eminem. As I turned it on, I began to sprint and listening to the music. If you haven’t heard the song, listen to it.
Approximately 50 yards from the finish, I popped my ear buds out, to experience, everything that I was feeling. The crowd was going nuts for each and every finisher! Cowbells, people whistling, screaming people, clapping, and the type of thing that would give anyone the chills. Then, I crossed the first set of mats, before the finish line. I wasn’t sure what these were for, but then, a few seconds later, I heard my name! Then, it happened. My arms went up, a smile crossed my face and I crossed the finish line! I was a marathon finisher, at a chip time of 5 hours 7 minutes 44 seconds.
After receiving my finisher’s medal, I made my way through the finishers chute, and grabbed a little bit of food, and a bottle of water. I looked for the area for a massage, and saw that I would be standing for quite some time if I was going to get a massage. I skipped that part. Then, I found the area to receive my new favorite shirt, my Twin Cities Marathon finisher’s shirt! I got that, and then headed out to the designated and pre determined meeting location for Kimberly, the kids, and me.
As I have thought back over the last 2 weeks since I finished, I would not have changed anything about October 2, 2011. This day marked the day that I made a change for myself, a change for my health, the proof that I can actually set a goal and obtain it. On this day no matter what or no matter who doubts you, no matter who says you can’t do it, if you believe in your heart and your mind, you can do anything!
Thank you to all of my friends and family who put up with me talking about this race for 6 months, training for 6 months, and thank you all for believing in me.
The Road to the Ironman #2 – I think…
This chapter is about to close… 21 days!
Am I more excited for the race or am I more excited for the training to be done? That is a tough question as I head into the final days of this chapter of my Ironman life. Physically there is little to improve on, I am what I am. No 100 mile bike ride or 20 mile run or 4,000 yard swim will make much of a difference in the overall outcome of November 5. So now I look toward the mental side and the small things to get me through these final days. I find most of these days the thinking side has taken over. I look back and think of the people and situations that have helped me to get to this point.
I think about …
- Kim, who has been writing me little Ironman messages on 3 x 5 cards everyday that help brighten my day…
- My 8 year niece who is coming down to Florida to support and watch and why she wrote a paper about her Ironman uncle and how he inspires her…
- A client of mine that was so unfit and so unhealthy 2 years ago he couldn’t even do a push up, now has no problem doing 20…
- Former client and now a good friend who just finished his first marathon recently because I was a big influence in making himself healthier and fitter and now he is talking about his first 1/2 Ironman….
- Another Personal Trainer friend that inspired her clients to become runners…
- The person running in the lava fields of Hawaii and finishing the Ironman in 17 hours and 4 seconds. Meaning everything she did meant nothing because of finishing 4 seconds over the 17 hour mark, but how the crowd stayed and gave her the biggest cheers of any racer that day.
- Four 80 year old Ironmen racing to get to a finish line proving that age is no barrier…
- The friends that I have made through this journey, some are Ironman and some are not… Even though I know I talk way too much about this Ironman thing they are there supporting me and keeping me humble during this journey…
- How I got passed by an 81 one year old…
- All the posts I have wrote over the last 2+ years recounting my thoughts and how much I have learned about myself during this time…
- Watching the fireman crossing the finish line in full gear at this year Ironman Wisconsin…
- Doughnuts…
- My father who has passed long ago and wonder what he would think about all this Ironman stuff…
- A brother-in-law who quit smoking, dropped weight, focuses on his great family and still has the time to help out his brother-in-law do these stupid races…
- Hamburgers…
- Hearing my name once again once I cross that finish line…
- That guy who once was lost in life…
- That guy on a journey discovering life…
- Ice Cream…
- The new career challenges and how inspires me even more to be the best person I can be…
- Being an Ironman…
There are many more thoughts that pass through this coconut, when you spend hours in a pool, on a bike or on a run it is amazing what can run through it.
Mostly I think about how lucky I am in turning this life around and how I can inspire others to find their journey.
Until next time… Your Fitness Buddy!
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