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Ironman Arizona 2017

Tempe, Arizona
November 19, 2017

I’ve looked forward to Ironman Arizona (IMAZ) 2017 for over a year.  I traveled to volunteer in 2016 to watch and support team mates AND see what I was getting myself into for 2018.  This entire year was about being prepared for this IMAZ 2017.   This isn’t to say that I didn’t concentrate and race other races, but I considered them formative races to this big day.

Race Conditions:  For the 10 days leading up to the race the forecast was 82 degree with 0 – 5mph winds.   This changed on race day.  My data shows a high of 86 degrees and winds between 10 – 20mph depending on time and place on course.  The water was a brisk, 68 degrees and the air temperature low dropped to the mid 50s once the sun set.  Hot and windy during the day and wonderful at night.

Goals: 1) Finish 2) Enjoy the day 3) Race to Plan. These are simple goals, but the third goals was dangerous for a first Ironman.  Two goals were plenty – don’t have a race goal, don’t have a race goal, but you’ll have a personal race goal

Before the Race:  I traveled to Arizona six days before the race to spend time getting into mindset, acclimating, and enjoying the pre-race activities. Great for a first-timer, less for a veteran.  The days before the race, we had a chance to jump in the lake to check sight lines and water temperature (best thing I did for my race start).

Morning of the Race:I took this morning slow and steady and my goals was no stress.  Of course, I forgot my timing chip and had to get a new one.  All was good and prepared to start the race.  My sherpa did a great job of communicating with me and allowed me to worry about the race and not the gear.

SWIM

There was nothing special about the swim but a cool 68 degree water that was warmer than expected, but cool enough not to overhead during a 2.4 mile swim.  Due to previous day scouting, I had my first long sight line and took off with very little hesitation.  I got into a great rhythm and headed counter clockwise down the first line.  The course was shaped like a bent elbow.

I had a steady swim pace where I could have pushed the pace at many points.  Due to the distance, I settled into a felt steady/moderate pace.   I was around the far

turn buoys and down the back stretch, but a calf ready to cramp was distracting me and the sight line was LONG.  At about 3000 yards, I lost my swim stroke and kick. It took a couple of minutes to find the groove – it was lost.  I was a log sitting in the water paddling without noticeable forward progress. I had to go back to swim basics and do each step of the process to eventually find it and take off. My swim volume this year was my savior:

2017 Swim Volume: 106.71 mi (187,810 yards), 73:19:34 h:m:s

IMAZ Swim Time: 01:21:13

I felt appropriately tired, but satisfied coming out of the water with an aggressive swim plan time of 1:20:00.  I didn’t overrace this leg (cost me a hamburger bet), but I raced the swim as I need to for an “A” race.

BIKE

My mantra: Do not override the bike, do not override the bike, do not override the bike.  I love to override the bike portion of the race.  I set my goal at a 19mph pace.  The data tells the story. 

2017 Cycling Volume : 3,187.23 mi, 216:19:43 h:m:s

IMAZ Bike Time: 06:00:06

Yes, I could have had a faster bike time.  Ironman data said I rode 18.68 and my bike computer showed a 19.1 average.  This was my biggest win of the day.  I was not tired coming off of the bike – cramped up and sore, but my legs felt great.  Exactly were I wanted to be off the bike.

RUN

I worried about the IMAZ run ALL year.  For good reason.   I felt great coming off the bike at 2:45p.  But it was HOT.  I started fast and closed it down quickly with the heat.  I was well within my ability to finish the race and had plenty of time to finish within my race goal.   Other than the heat, I felt really good.  I did pull something under my right rib (during swim) that gave me some pain, but that’s the name of the game.  I took the first hour slow to let the sun drop out of the sky a little and took the opportunity to refuel, rehydrate and get ready for the long haul to the finish line.   Between mile 4 and 13 I had a steady pace that I thought I could handle forever.

At mile 13, my back started to ache.  This wasn’t a surprise – it’s the first of my running structure that breaks down.  But this was early.  I mentioned it to Kara (Max’s Sherpa), but kept going – just something for her the mull over.  This was a critical decision time: a) slow my pace and save the back, or b) race to plan.

By mile 16, my back was hurting and I was now on the walk.   The pain was manageable, but the ibuprofen that I took weren’t making a dent.  I knew at that the remainder of the race was going to hurt – Nick (team mate) was a good sounding board on course – I kept going – a forward lean was noticeable.  By mile 20, the grandpa lean/hunch had become a serious problem.

At mile 22/23, I was in trouble.   I completely stopped for the first time on the course.   I was in serious pain and I needed to find relief.  I found a railing and stretched my back on it – reaching down as close to the ground as possible and cat arching my back.   This gave some temporary relief.  I had base-salt all day. I had three “hot shot” and at this point I had enough ibuprofen for a couple of days.   I was warned that there are dark place on the run course – there are and I was facing it.

The last five miles of this race felt like the whole race.  My stretches started to get closer together.

The mile 24 aid station was a ugly, hard place – under a lit bridge at the bottom of a downhill and coming to an uphill.  I stretch long and hard but kept moving forward.

I saw my support team for the last time (last of many) and Coach Ben knew my status by the look on my face and my form.  We’ve worked enough together that the pep talk was of goals and possibility.  Nothing to do with the pain, or my willpower to finish.

There was only me, the UNT tri-club supports, and my coach at the time. The rest of the world simply didn’t exist at that moment. I apologies, again, to the children and families on the sideline for my load four-letter word (twice).

1) Finish 2) Enjoy the day 3) Race to Plan. 

To make my race goal #3, I had to pick up my pace.  I tried for the next 200-500 yards.  It simply could not happen.   Goal #1 (finish) was still 2+ miles away.  Goal #2 (Enjoy the day) was a long time ago.

Mile 24 – 26.2 were, mentally, the toughest of my life.   I’m quick to note: There are many people who suffer this way everyday with their lives.   I could have stopped at any point and the pain would have gone away.  I chose this fight – I was fighting mental against physical.   Physically, everything in my body, except my back erector muscles were great.

At mile 25.5, I headed toward two EMTs on a four-wheeler.  As the rushed to my aid, I yelled at them not to touch me and used their vehicle to stretch my back.  This was strategically my worst mistake – I had two care takers that were more than willing to ease my pain – It was hard to tell them not to touch me.  “What do you need?”  The finish line.  “What can we do for you?” Nothing.  I knew that the point that I allowed them to take over my care that I lost my ability to decide if I would be allowed to finish the race.  I left them with painful whispered thanks and headed to the finish line.

Mile 26.1: Denise (my wife) asked me to run down the carpet. This wasn’t something I even contemplated for the last five miles. But, you have a lot of time to reflect during the race and I had decided to make it happen to the best of my ability. Luckily, Nick had positioned himself at the start of the carpet and I was able to stretch and had him extra stuff.  No time to full explain what I was doing – he just didn’t want me to stop!  I stretch and took off standing 100% tall breathing hard to hold myself up – not from being tired, but controlling the pain with breathing.  Looking at the video I was anything but tall. But, I finished at 14:16:04 (9:23p).

2017 Run Volume: 840.83 mi, 183:18:24 h:m:s

IMAZ Run Time: 6:36:00 


OVERALL TIME: 14:16:05


OTHER NOTE

Mentally: I was 100% ready everything that race could have thrown at me.  I was ready for the worst.  I’m glad I was ready.  At any point, I could have rested at done a 17 hour race without so much pain.  Mentally, I pushed my physical.

Done Right: Stay with my race plan.  I trusted the plan and knew that my coach agreed.

Improvement:  This is easy. Become a better endurance athlete.  Work on that erector core.

Differently: Nothing.  Done right.

Lessons: The mental is as much or more that the physical and they will bleed into each other.  More study needed.

Back to Training: Coach know what I need.

Next race:  Rocky Raccoon 50 mile race.  My run is my weakness.  Kill the weakness.

 

Back to the grind.

Thanks Everyone!!!!

 

The Ironman Taper

I’m NOT the original author – going to keep it here so it can be linked in the future….

Per Ellen Frasca Evans the original author is Bob Mina. Written before before Ironman Canada in 2002

There are a lot of different sources and a couple of versions – this one hit’s it just about right and was posted by my teammate Ironman Paul Beaty before 

his first Ironman at IMAZ 2016.  I hope to cross the finish line of Arizona in 2017.

It’s been a long year of “the grind”.   The coaches and the team have me prepared.  Family is ready for this first Ironman to be done.   IM Arizona in seven days.

 

Enjoy!


The Ironman Taper


Right now you are about to enter the taper. Perhaps you’ve been at this a few months, perhaps you’ve been at this a few years. For some of you this is your first IM, for others, a long-overdue welcome back to a race that few can match.

You’ve been following your schedule to the letter. You’ve been piling on the mileage, piling up the laundry, and getting a set of tan lines that will take until next year to erase. Long rides were followed by long runs, which both were preceded by long swims, all of which were followed by recovery naps that were longer than you slept for any given night during college.

You ran in the snow.
You rode in the rain.
You ran in the heat.
You ran in the cold.
You went out when others stayed home.
You rode the trainer when others pulled the covers over their heads.

You have survived the Darwinian progression that is an Ironman summer, and now the hardest days are behind you. Like a climber in the Tour de France coming over the summit of the penultimate climb on an alpine stage, you’ve already covered so much ground…there’s just one more climb to go. You shift up, you take a drink, you zip up the jersey; the descent lies before you…and it will be a fast one.

Time that used to be filled with never-ending work will now be filling with silent muscles, taking their final, well-earned rest. While this taper is something your body desperately needs, your mind cast off to the background for so very long, will start to speak to you.

It won’t be pretty.

It will bring up thoughts of doubt, pain, hunger, thirst, failure, and loss. It will give you reasons why you aren’t ready. It will try and make one last stand to stop you, because your brain doesn’t know what the body already does. Your body knows the truth:

You are ready.

Your brain won’t believe it. It will use the taper to convince you that this is foolish – that there is too much that can go wrong.

You are ready.

Finishing an Ironman is never an accident. It’s the result of dedication, focus, hard work, and belief that all the long runs in January, long rides in April, and long swims every damn weekend will be worth it. It comes from getting on the bike, day in, day out. It comes from long, solo runs. From that first long run where you wondered, “How will I ever be ready?” to the last long run where you smiled to yourself with one mile to go…knowing that you’d found the answer.

It is worth it. Now that you’re at the taper, you know it will be worth it. The workload becomes less. The body winds up and prepares, and you just need to quiet your worried mind. Not easy, but you can do it.

You are ready.

You will walk into the water with 2000 other wide-open sets of eyes. You will look upon the sea of humanity, and know that you belong. You’ll feel the chill of the water crawl into your wetsuit, and shiver like everyone else, but smile because the day you have waited for so VERY long is finally here.

You will tear up in your goggles. Everyone does.

The helicopters will roar overhead.
The splashing will surround you.

You’ll stop thinking about Ironman, because you’re now racing one.

The swim will be long – it’s long for everyone, but you’ll make it. You’ll watch as the shoreline grows and grows, and soon you’ll hear the end. You’ll come up the beach and head for the wetsuit strippers. Three people will get that sucker off before you know what happening, then you’ll head for the bike.

The voices, the cowbells, and the curb-to-curb chalk giving you a hero’s sendoff can’t wipe the smile off your face.

You’ll settle down to your race. The crowds will spread out on the road. You’ll soon be on your bike, eating your food on your schedule, controlling your Ironman.

You’ll start to feel that morning sun turn to afternoon sun. It’s warmer now. Maybe it’s hot. Maybe you’re not feeling so good now. You’ll keep riding. You’ll keep drinking. You’ll keep moving. After all, this is just a long training day with valet parking and catering, right?

You’ll put on your game face, fighting the urge to feel down as you ride for what seems like hours. You reach special needs, fuel up, and head out.

By now it’ll be hot. You’ll be tired. Doubts will fight for your focus. Everyone struggles here. You’ve been on that bike for a few hours, and stopping would be nice, but you won’t – not here. Not today.

You’ll grind the false flats to the climb. You’ll know you’re almost there. You’ll fight for every inch of road. The crowd will come back to you here. Let their energy push you. Let them see your eyes. Smile when they cheer for you – your body will get just that little bit lighter.

Grind.
Fight.
Suffer.
Persevere.

You’ll plunge down the road, swooping from corner to corner, chaining together the turns, tucking on the straights, letting your legs recover for the run to come – soon! You’ll roll back – you’ll see people running out. You’ll think to yourself, “Wasn’t I just here?” The noise will grow. The chalk dust will hang in the air – you’re back, with only 26.2 miles to go. You’ll relax a little bit, knowing that even if you get a flat tire or something breaks here, you can run the damn bike into T2.

You’ll roll into transition. 100 volunteers will fight for your bike. You’ll give it up and not look back. You’ll have your bag handed to you, and into the tent you’ll go. You’ll change. You’ll load up your pockets, and open the door to the last long run of your Ironman summer – the one that counts.

You’ll take that first step of a thousand…and you’ll smile. You’ll know that the bike won’t let you down now – the race is down to your own two feet. The same crowd that cheered for you in the shadows of the morning will cheer for you in the brilliant sunshine of a summer Sunday. High-five people on the way out. Smile. Enjoy it. This is what you’ve worked for all year long.

That first mile will feel great. So will the second. By mile 3, you probably won’t feel so good.

That’s okay. You knew it couldn’t all be that easy. You’ll settle down just like you did on the bike, and get down to your pace. You’ll see the leaders coming back the other way. Some will look great – some won’t. You might feel great, you might not. No matter how you feel, don’t panic – this is the part of the day where whatever you’re feeling, you can be sure it won’t last.

You’ll keep moving. You’ll keep drinking. You’ll keep eating. Maybe you’ll be right on plan – maybe you won’t. If you’re ahead of schedule, don’t worry – believe. If you’re behind, don’t panic – roll with it. Everyone comes up with a brilliant race plan for Ironman, and then everyone has to deal with the reality that planning for something like Ironman is like trying to land a man on the moon; by remote control; Blindfolded.

How you react to the changes in your plan will dictate your day. Don’t waste energy worrying about things – just do what you have to when you have to, and keep moving. Keep eating. Keep drinking. Just don’t sit down – don’t EVER sit down.

You’ll make it to the halfway point. You’ll load up on special needs. Some of what you packed will look good, some won’t. Eat what looks good, toss the rest. Keep moving. Start looking for people you know. Cheer for people you don’t. You’re headed in – they’re not. They want to be where you are, just like you wanted to be when you saw all those fast people headed into town. Share some energy – you’ll get it right back.

Run if you can.
Walk if you have to.
Just keep moving.

The miles will drag on. The brilliant sunshine will yawn. You’ll be coming up to those aid stations fully alive with people, music, and chicken soup. TAKE THE SOUP. Keep moving.

You’ll soon only have a few miles to go. You’ll start to believe that you’re going to make it. You’ll start to imagine how good it’s going to feel when you get there. Let those feelings drive you on. When your legs just don’t want to move anymore, think about what it’s going to be like when someone catches you…and puts a medal over your head… all you have to do is get there.

You’ll start to hear the people in town. People you can’t see in the twilight will cheer for you. They’ll call out your name. Smile and thank them. They were there when you left on the bike, and when you came back, and when you left on the run, and now when you’ve come back.

You’ll enter town. You’ll start to realize that the day is almost over. You’ll be exhausted, wiped out, barely able to run a 10-minute mile (if you’re lucky), but you’ll ask yourself, “Where did the whole day go?” You’ll be standing on the edge of two feelings – the desire to finally stop, and the desire to take these last moments and make them last as long as possible.

You’ll hit mile 25. Your Ironman will have 1.2 miles – just 2KM left in it.

You’ll run. You’ll find your legs. You’ll fly. You won’t know how, but you will run. The lights will grow brighter, brighter, and brighter. Soon you’ll be able to hear the music again. This time, it’ll be for keeps.

Soon they’ll see you. Soon, everyone will see you. You’ll run towards the lights, between the fences, and into the night sun made just for you.

They’ll say your name.
You’ll keep running.
Nothing will hurt.

The moment will be yours – for one moment, the entire world will be looking at you and only you.

You’ll break the tape at the finish line, 140.6 miles after starting your journey. The flash will go off.

You’ll stop. You’ll finally stop. Your legs will wobble their last, and suddenly…be capable of nothing more.

Someone will catch you.
You’ll lean into them.

It will suddenly hit you.
YOU ARE AN IRONMAN!

You are ready.
You are ready.

Hot Chocolate 15k, Dallas, Texas

The 15k is a strange distance.  I haven’t raced this particular distance, but now have enough races under my belt to begin estimating my pace and understand the character of the race as it happens.

16473487_10210960772089270_6590897849891174483_n.jpgWhy this race?  Jared Allen (pictured), my oldest son, decided to run the 5k.   No pressure, simply go out have have a good race with my son.

I set a race goal pace of 11:00 min. This was reasonable pace based on marathon pace.

During the Dallas Marathon, I ran a 12:00 min pace and exceeded my goals.  I didn’t have the same idea here. I simply wanted to DO THE WORK.    This is the first race in a very long 2017 season.  Coach Ben and I agreed to the pace with the idea of seeing what left for the last three miles.

Nutrition prior to the Race: Banana and #completecookie an hour before the race.   200 calories of #gotailwind waiting for the start.

The race started cold, humid with sprinkling rain.  At the same time, I hoped that my race would stay together.   I didn’t “feel” 100% . . . probably not 80%.  I’m a slow starter and the first 2-3 miles are always painful.  Plus, no heart rate monitor and the car parked a country mile from the start line.   Plus, thinking of Jared already on the 5k course trying to beat a PR – it would be a good day one way or another.

Nutrition on course: Clif Shot Bloks, and course provided NuuN

The first mile of the course is slightly declined and fast.  My pace started faster than I wanted at 10:12, but it felt calm and comfortable.   I determined, based on the course, that I would try to hold pace for the first 5k (10:11, 10:12).   On the other hand at this pace a crash and burn is inevitable.  Starting 45 seconds faster than a planned pace is asking for a later crash.

The second third (5-10k) was faster but I was holding the faster pace.  I stopped looking at my pace.   Why not take the shovel and dig deeper – there’s a wall and I was playing with ugly numbers (9:46, 9:45, 9:51) more than a minute and fifteen faster than my plan.

Did I say that I was a slow starter?  This pace was faster than I’ve run ANY timed 5k.

During the second third, I contemplated a lecture that Ben Drezek gave at the Tri-Shop,Plano in May 2016… to paraphrase:

There are moments of opportunity,
moments of settling (this pain is enough),
and moments of patience.

This meant a lot to me at a time since I was coming off a less than stellar performance of “settling” during a race.   Today, my back was killing me – everything else was working perfectly, but my back was hurting because my posture was hurting.  I could settle and have solid reasoning.

However, I made the choice of a “moment of opportunity.   I mentally divided the 15k into three separate races.  I was now finishing the second….and predicted that I would burn out but not yet….When? Today was a running day, so I pushed the pace again.

ONE of my 2017 triathlon goals is to run a “under 30 minute 5k”.  A less than stellar goal for many, but one that I need to handle.   So, I doubled down and started to push the pace in mile six.   It seems ridiculous to think this way this deep in a race, but these are the tricks we play with ourselves when we run at distance.

So, in my last 5k (race 3 of 3) I grunted out 9:18, 9:17 and 9:25 or a 28 minute 5k. Mile 7 -9 hurt.   Really hurt, but there was nothing injured.

The first part of my race didn’t matter anymore.   I don’t know that I’ve ever been more tired at the end of a race.

Yes, Jared ran a 25:50 with minimal training!  His first 5k race.

My goal: 1:42:32
Actual: 1:31:52 (10:42 under)

My first race of 2017 was going to be good regardless of the race outcome.  Turned out to be a lot of learning on a Saturday morning in February.

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