I know this is a report from a race 2 months ago, but it was written right after the race, I just have not been able to (or have been too lazy) to post it. I have another race Sunday, so at least I am getting this up before that race. Get some coffee - it is a long one. Or else skip this post and wait for the next one (tomorrow when I am back on US soil they will be posted, I promise) that has the photos from the race.
I felt much more confident going into the race this year. For one, I had done this race before, so that brought a level of confidence in itself of knowing what somewhat what to expect on this crazy day. The other is that I had moved back to Houston last summer, so instead of spending my long rides in an apartment in Mexico City, I was actually riding and running along the course. Last year I got in 1 100 miler, this year I got in about 6, so the biking was definitely not what I was worried about. It was the run. OR more accurately the nutrition so that I could run. I had seen a nutritionist per coach's suggestion, and thought I had a plan that would work, so I was hoping to have a good day. We set the goals at 1:15 swim, 6:15 bike, and 4:30 run, and not to spend so much time in T2 like I did last year. Who needs 20 minutes in there? This girl! I was getting cold towels and massages and never wanted to leave.
Leading up to the race, I stayed at the host hotel with a few of my training partners and we got a swim in on the course, and some light riding and running. I wasnt getting the race day nerves that I had last year, which was a good thing, since I was actually able to eat. The hubby/sherpa/photog even commented that I seemed much more relaxed. The day before the race I was able to stay in the room all day watching tv and resting. I missed Chrissie Wellington's book signing and talk because it was outside in 90 degree heat, and was bummed about that, but I would get my chance to meet her later.
Race morning - I slept through the night, which was a first, got up and ate (another first), and headed down with some friends to the T1 to add nutrition to the bikes. We then made the 1 mile trek to the water for the start. The wishes for a day like last year were not to happen. Last year we had record cool weather and cloud coverage. This year the clouds stayed away and it was a typical Texas summer day.
The swim - 1:12
The water wasnt wetsuit legal, but you could wear one if you wanted. I opted out (along with about 2000 others), because I was very worried about overheating. And let's face it, I have a built in wetsuit, so no need for more! Last year I made the mistake of getting in the middle of the pack, but this year, I went for it and lined up in the front row. It caused a lot of struggle at the beginning, but well worth it. After the crazy start things start to clear out a bit. The course is an out and back and then a turn into a very narrow canal where it can get crowded with rough waters. Once we hit the turn buoy, I went way to the outside knowing that it would help me save time to turn into the canal, and also let me stay away from the crowds of swimmers. I exited the swim excited about the time and feeling good.
The Bike - 6:15
My real goal on this course was 6 hours. I knew I had it in me if I didnt start to feel sick. Coach suggested I put the 10 mile splits for 6 and 6:15 on my bike so I would know what pace I was on with little effort to the brain. I hit the half way point exactly on track at 3 hours. The back half of this race is HOT and into a head wind. I heard people describe mile 60-90 as the worst part of any race they have ever done. Somewhere after the special needs I started to get behind on my nutrition and water in take. I still dont know what happened, but it was a stupid mistake that I know not to make. Maybe it was seeing all the people on the side of the road puking that made me feel nauseous and not want to drink, or maybe it was the heat, or I just flat out forgot to take in nutrition. At the aid stations I would grab water, pour some on me and then drink, but then I would forget about it until the next aid station where I would try to chug it down, with no luck, before grabbing another one. I saw more people out there passed out, sick, resting, and two getting carted off in ambulances, so I am very lucky I wasnt one of them. It easily could have been me with the way I was handling the day.
The Run....was longer than the bike. I still wasnt aware of the lack of nutrition I took in, so thought I was still going to be able to make the time goal. I started out the first mile slowly jogging but then mile 2 I had a GI emergency. Thankfully there was a nice indoor bathroom along the course that I knew about from training and hit it up. I felt better after that and was able to "run" the remaining miles on that loop. Loop number two is where it fell apart and got a little scary for me. I was taking in water, ice, and coke and the aid stations, but in the heat it was clearly not enough. Side note - I did a sweat test a few weeks before and found out in the heat on the run I sweat 3 lbs an hour (I have no idea where it goes because I am never dripping with sweat or even that wet). I knew there was no way I could take in that much fluid, so I was just going to try and take in what I could. The second loop I had to start walking. I started to see black spots and didnt want to pass out. This is where it gets a little fuzzy. I dont remember anything but bits and pieces until the finish shoot. I remember seeing people talk to me, but not understanding what they were saying (sort of like Charlie Brown), and asking one guy that I was walking with if I was making sense when I was talking, and one girl who gave me gummy bears. I knew then if I was going to finish, I had to walk the rest of the way. I saw photos that Chris took on the course of me talking to my friends and family, but sadly I dont remember seeing them out there.
My time goals were shot because of a stupid mistake that I knew better than to make. And this time I wasnt celebrating just finishing. I know that finishing is always a question in races like this when so many things can go wrong, but when it was a mistake that was within my control, and I just failed at it, it pisses me off. The one thing I do remember is the finish shoot. Last year I missed it because I was trying to break 14 hours. This year I savored it. Hi five-ing everyone, cheering people on, etc. It was amazing. And when I crossed the finish line my catcher took me to get my medal and when I realized who put it on me (Chrissie Wellington), I turned to her and said "It really is you!" and gave her a big hug. Im sure she appreciated that one.
It wasnt until the following day when I realized the extent of what had happened. I was getting my bike ready to take home and was taking the bottles off of it. They were all completely full. No bueno. I also realized I hadnt peed since before the start of the race, and I had had about 5 liters of fluids the night before. I realized then what a stupid error I had made out on the course the day before. I talked to my coach and after a little lecture of
you know way better than that! we decided 1) to change my nutrition from gatorade/carbopro/saltstick mix to infinit, and see how that goes and 2)That I will be doing half IMs until I can make sure I have the nutrition part down until I try another IM.
Even writing this today, I am still pissed at my stupidity that day, but I have started to get excited about fixing the problems. My swim and my bike are improving from my hard work. My run and nutrition arent where I want them to be. So I will be working on those for the foreseeable future to see if I can put together a long distance race with all 4.
Thanks to all of my training partners who pushed me through those long ass rides on the course, to my coach who pushes me every day, to my friends and family who were out there cheering me on in person or in spirit, and most importantly to this guy. My stud hubby (those are his favorite shawn white sunny-gs he wont take off). Without him cooking my meals, putting in extra effort taking care of the dogs, keeping me sane, and loving and supporting me every day, my crazy hobby would not be possible.