
Hot hot hot. As I was walking to our rented condo to get another load of bags to put in our rented car for the trip to the airport, Iran into another Kona competitor who finished his 16th World Championship on the same day that I finished my first. I asked him about the wind and the heat. He said that the wind has always been unpredictable, and that this year was nothing remarkable. The heat was all together different. It was the hottest he had ever experienced.
Before, I get to the race, or perhaps I should say the experience, because any idea of a race ended for me about 20 miles north of Kona as I headed back from Hawi on the bike leg, let me give you some details of the best vacation I’ve ever had.
Polly and I had plenty of time to plan for this trip. I qualified for the Ironman World Championship, (I’ll refer to it as Kona from now on) at Ironman Wisconsin 2008, 13 months ago. Her skills acquired as a travel agent several decades ago have not diminished, and she found us the perfect condo in Kailua Kona. It was about a kilometer from the race start and featured a lani, (deck) above the ocean. When sitting in our living room, looking out the window it seemed as though we were in the Pacific.
When I got off the plane, a week to the day before the race, the humidity amazed me. It felt heavy. I was inhaling water. I immediately drove to the bike shop to which my Trek TTX SL was shipped, and then headed to the condo to set up race central. That evening, I had dinner with John Post, my coaching client and Kona mentor and Bob Scott, the legendary Ironman. Bob has held several Kona age group records, and is still looking great and going strong at age 78. The three of us with a combined age of 201 years drove up to Waimea for great barbecue the next evening. We met an old friend of John’s, Lindsay Barnes, who is the headmaster of Hawaii Prep, and who as a volunteer handed me a bottle of water at the Hawi turn around during the race.
It was amazing to see the spirit of Kona build over the week. Driving from the airport on Saturday, I saw one or two bike riders, no runners and several signs warning drivers about athletes training on the Queen K. By the following Thursday, 2 days before the race, there was a steady stream of cyclists on the Queen K. Ali’i drive was sleepy the day I arrived; on Friday, the day before the race, as Polly and I strolled back from our morning swim, the street was brimming with some of the most amazing and intimidating bodies I have ever seen. The finish line, including a massive 3 screen jumbotron was under construction. Men and women pros were being interviewed and participating in photo shoots for their endorsers. What had been a sleepy tourist strip had been transformed into a Felliniesque festival.
My routine during the week was pretty regular, an early morning swim in Kailua Bay followed by a visit to the massage tent, breakfast, and then a ride along the Queen K (major portion of the bike course). Some days included short runs after the bike. It was a bit unnerving riding along the apron of the Queen K. Traffic was constant and fast, and with the cross winds at times blowing me into the rumble strip that separated the apron from cars, the rides were often a bit uncomfortable. I felt very strong with surprisingly high wattage for me, (230’s) at IM pace efforts. The heat was intense all week, but I was adapting. I felt great.
Polly arrived on Thursday, and the pre-race excitement really began to build. We strolled around downtown Kona, and I was able to buy yet another Kona t-shirt. I think I now have the world’s largest collection. I pointed out all the Ironman celebrities, and Polly was completely unimpressed. On Friday morning, she went swimming with me in Kailua Bay, and later that evening, we had a nice pre-race dinner with Curtis and Sue Weinstein who flew to Kona to watch me do the race. As arduous racing may be, watching it is perhaps more difficult. Polly, Sue and Curtis hung in for the whole day.
Okay, here it is...the race. I had my usual two Ensures at 1am, tossed and turned until 4am, and got up to chug another. The bike and transition bags had been checked in the previous evening with remarkable ease. All I had to do was pull on my trisuit, gather my swim goggles, skinsuit and sports drinks and head to the transition area. Polly kept me focused, and waited patiently for me to get body marked and pump up my tires. I gave her the pump, and headed back in to transition. I wouldn’t see her for another 8 hours.
I forgot to hand her my ipod, but fortunately ran into Jennifer Takata, my doctor, and an accomplished veteran of Kona who had come down to watch her friend Michelle Lanouette compete. She generously held on to it for me, and returned it to me back in Racine. Serendipitously, later that day, Sue and Curtis were standing on the “hot corner” waiting for me to come out of T1 when they started talking to a woman at the same spot. After a few minutes of conversation, they learned that she was from Wisconsin, and was there to watch a friend. When they said they were there for the same reason, and mentioned my name, Jennifer let them know that she was my physician. It’s a strange world.
I felt very calm and confident. Everything including my swimming had been going remarkably well. I was not afraid of the heat. I couldn’t wait to get started. I can’t quite remember the order of the following events, but there was a distinctly Hawaiian version of the National Anthem, Navy Seals dropped out of the sky, and the canon went off for the pro start. They began the race 15 minutes before the rest of us. At the sound of their start canon, I eased down to the water and stood watching for a while before I paddled out to the start line. To avoid the battering of faster swimmers rolling over me, I seeded myself about 50 yards behind the line. When the canon went off for the age groupers, I began swimming steadily but easily. After a few hundred yards, I picked up the pace. At the same time another swimmer went by me. I latched on to his feet, (not literally, but drafted behind him). For the first 7/8’s of the race we continually passed other swimmers. As we did so, each would try to get in the draft of the swimmer I was following. I kept saying to myself, “those are my feet.” At times, I would have to be quite aggressive in maintaining my position. A few hundred yards from the finish, “my feet” slowly vanished as their owner picked up his pace. I was sure that I was completing the fastest ironman swim ever. When I exited the water, I was shocked to find that it was in fact the slowest by about a minute, at 1 hour and 19 minutes. I have no explanation. Perhaps relying on the pace of the swimmer in front of me was a mistake. Lessons learned.
During the swim, I was a bit miffed at one of the kayakers who placed his boat in the middle of the swimming pack. As I tried to maintain my position, I was a bit nervous about being slammed by the hull. It was only after two minutes of concern that I realized that it was not a kayak, but a dolphin frolicking with these slow moving thrashers. The amazing thing about the swim at Kona is the amount of sea life that is visible during the race. Especially in the shallows, the colorful fish are teeming.
The 8 minute difference between my best time, and what I swam was not of great concern. The chaffing that was caused by my skinsuit was. 20 minutes into the swim, my neck and under arms were feeling the effects. I still have scabs in both places 10 days after the race. Fortunately, vaseline and the protective wing, (a white garment that had sleeves connected by a thin shoulder covering) minimized the discomfort from these abrasions during the race.
T1 was the site of the first Dicker Dufus move. I headed out of the changing tent without the skull cap that was supposed to protect my tonsorially challenged head from the sun. I realized too late that I had forgotten it. When I went back to get it, my bag had all ready been thrown into a sorting pile. Not even the expert help of my friend and savvy volunteer John Post was able to locate the bag. Oh well, the racing striped sun burn on my head was a badge of honor.
The first 65 miles of the bike were perfect. I kept to my wattage plan, and if anything, felt like I should be going harder. I knew it was hot. I kept dumping water on my head and arm coolers constantly, and stuck with what I thought was my conservative approach. My running was going well in training, and I wanted to make sure that I left enough in the tank to take advantage of that training. A modest wind was in our face all the way out to Hawi. It was less than I had experienced on any training day. I was looking forward to a supporting tail wind back to Kona after the turn around. FOOL! I had heard about the Mumuku, “the wind that blows both ways.” But, we all know that those urban or in this case island legends are pure BS. I was sure that I was on my way to a great day. I rolled down the 7 miles that I had climbed up to Hawi. I was flying, at least for me. I certainly wasn’t passed by anyone. Then, just as the road flattened out, it hit me in the face, a rude and unexpected slap.
At times on the way back to Kona, I was was in the small ring up front and the 25 in the rear cog set while riding downhill. I kept pushing, and kept cooling by dumping water on my head, arms and back. I picked up two bottles at every aid station for the purpose of external cooling. It was about 20 miles outside of Kona that my race was over. I suddenly realized that If I had any hope of finishing the, I had to shut it down. Until that moment, I actually thought that with a great race, I might have a chance to be 5th in my age group. No chance for that now. I took it very easy for the rest of the ride. As I crested the hill marking the entrance to the airport, the wind let up a bit, and made the last few miles a bit easier.
I actually ran through T2, a long way, all around the entire pier. I slathered my feet with Vaseline, pulled on my running shoes and headed up Palani. After a right turn on to Kuakini, I saw Polly, Sue and Curtis. Polly yelled, “you’re in 7th, come on, pick it up.” I smiled and told her the day was pretty much done. I was shuffling, and knew that was the pace for the rest of the day. Wrong again. As I turned to head back down to Ali’i drive to make my way out to the 5 mile turn around, I could not believe that I had not yet reached the first aid station. I was dying for some ice to put down my singlet. I started walking and finally made it to the first of the 25 aid stations manned by the fabulous volunteers. I stuffed my singlet, hat and shorts with ice, and tried to start shuffling again. I made it about 100 yards to the base of a hill and started walking. This was the closest to the edge I have ever been in a race. I was extremely overheated. At each aid station I managed to shuffle a bit further after the ice stuffing frenzy. By mile 8, I could run almost a kilometer before walking. At that point I was almost back to the spot that Polly, Sue and Curtis were waiting for me. When I saw her, I told Polly that they were going to have a long wait before they saw me again at the finish. She walked along with me for a while, and it was a big lift. I turned back on to Palani for the long climb up to the Queen K. No question about running up that monster. When I reached the top, I had about 15 miles to go. When I reached the infamous Natural Energy Lab, the hottest spot on the course, the sun was almost down. There’s a silver lining to every cloud.
Before that, as I headed out the Queen K, a guy with my colored wrist band, (the colors of the bands identified the age group of the competitor.) walked by me as I was stuffing ice. I caught up to him in a few strides. Steve Brown is from Perth, Australia, and was in the process of completing his fourth ironman of the year. His day like mine had not gone according to plan, but, for the next 14 miles we walked, jogged and finally ran to the finish together. We shared our training histories, and the huge debts that we owed to our wives for what they had to put up with. At the finish, Polly and Helen actually met each other. I probably walked more than I had to at that point, but time was really no longer a consideration. Those last miles were much more manageable and pleasurable because of the conversation with Steve.
While running down Palani with about a mile and a half to go, I asked Steve to help me pull off the protective wing that spared my arms and shoulders from the sunburn that seared my legs and head. I explained that even though my race time was not what I had hoped it would be, that I was going to get a great finish photo for the effort that I had put in. About 400 yards from the finish, I tossed my wing and the glow ring into the bushes and prepared for the finish. Evidently, in the 2 minutes between that toss and the finish line, I forgot what I was about. This last picture is worth a thousand words. DUFUS! LOOK UP!
At the finish, I told Polly that even though I had signed up for Lake Placid next year, that I was officially done with Ironman. I never thought I would qualify for Kona. I did, and I finished even though it took me 13 hours, 7 minutes and 15 seconds, more than 90 minutes slower than what I had hoped. By the next morning, I was planning my return to Kona. I learned more in this race than I have in any other. But, that’s another story for my new blog.
Polly is a saint. The different versions of me that she has had to get to know and put up with are absurd. She hangs in, supports me and allows me to keep on going. The happiness and peace I have achieved is largely due to her, “the genius of everyday life.” I would also like to thank Curtis and Sue for coming out to share the experience with Polly and me. It helped make Kona even more special. Of course without the effort that Adam Zucco, my coach, put in, not only to focus my training, but to deal with my constant questions, I would never have completed my first ironman, let alone qualified for this one. Kathy Howell kept treating my different muscular and skeletal issues while Heidi Fannin worked to keep my soft tissues soft. My thanks to both of them. Finally, I want to thank John Post for all the information and support both before and after we landed on Hawaii together.
And, I certainly thank anyone who has managed to keep reading to this point.