Ironman North Carolina 70.3: Race Recap

by Brad Minus | Oct 29, 2017

The Ironman North Carolina 70.3 triathlon was initially scheduled as my test race for Ironman Arizona the following month.  Unfortunately, my last two triathlon seasons have been plagued with obstacles that have taken just a little longer to overcome than expected.  Instead, it became my triathlon season closer.

Last year was a year of injuries, after being injury free for 8 years.  This year I encountered an unknown virus that literally deleted my endurance for about 4 months.  I trained hard, but I just wasn’t able to accomplish the long sessions needed to compete in a full Ironman distance triathlon.

Luckily, the virus vacated just in time to allow that training to manifest for the Ironman North Carolina 70.3.  How about I tell you about it?

Arriving in Wilmington for Ironman North Carolina 70.3

After a long, 10-hour drive, it was a treat to enter our rental home and find it had exceeded our expectations.  It was an older home but well updated and extremely spacious.  It comfortably fit the athletes, Jamie, Maria, Stephanie and myself, plus Maria’s husband Daniel and Chris our super-sherpa.

The next surprise came as we walked to the Ironman North Carolina 70.3 expo and found the finish line was only three blocks away and it bordered a street that literally led right to our front door.  Yeah, baby!!

The Ironman North Carolina 70.3 expo felt even more sparse than the other 70.3 expositions I have participated in.  It might have been because we walked in about 40 minutes prior to closing.  This was something I was adamant about during the planning stage of the trip.  I insisted that we try to arrive early enough to check-in on Thursday, so we would not be forced to wait in lines for either check-in or the Ironman merchandise store.

That night was filled with good conversation, Mellow-Mushroom Pizza and a couple of adult beverages.  Nothing that would hinder our race, but enough to ensure a good night’s sleep.

Wilmington or Bust
(L to R) Brad, Chris, Maria, Daniel, Jamie, Stephanie

Often enough, I insist and even put on my client’s training plans, that two nights prior to the race the objective is a good night’s sleep with no alarms the following morning.  The intention is for the body to wake-up on its own signaling good recovery.

The night before a race, sleep is still crucial, but the reality is anxiety usually precludes, not allowing the greatest of sleep cycles.

Pre-Race

The next morning, I was able to sleep in and awoke around 6:30 am. To my demise, there was no coffee in the house.  As I was preparing a cup of tea, Stephanie awoke and coaxed me to the Brooklyn Cafe which was literally next door.

As we opened the door to the smell of fresh baked goods and coffee overwhelmed our senses.  An older couple was behind the counter, we later found out were the owners of this 2-month-old establishment.  Even with the newness of the cafe, they knew what they were doing.  We had two orders of fresh, made to order beignets and coffee which, to my surprise, rivaled Cafe DuMont in New Orleans.

We watched one of the owners roll the dough, cut and drop the beignets into the fryer.  He then served that fried deliciousness covered in powdered sugar.  They were pure heaven. The coffee was fresh ground, organic, free trade and was rich and flavorful.  It was so delicious, we bought a half-pound for the house.

The plan for the day was to head over to the swim start and jump in the water for 15 minutes or so.  Following the swim, we would ride around the area to make sure our bikes were in working order and drive some blood to our legs.  Finally, we would head back to the house where we would run for a couple of miles to get our heart rates up for a short time and test the legs.

It happened pretty much as planned.  We were fortunate that a bunch of member’s of Stephanie’s coaching group, TriMarni, rented a house near the swim start, so we had a headquarters to park and store some gear.  They had invited us to hang out there before the race the next day which we took advantage of.

Pre-race swim

We were not allowed on the actual swim course so we decided to swim in the ocean.  Upon entering the water I became excited as the density of the salt content, plus my wetsuit made my swim position and balance almost effortless.

800 meters later after returning to the house, we piloted our bikes refreshed.  We spun around the area for about 20 minutes just to get the kinks out before heading back to run.

Pre-race Bike
(L to R) Jamie, Stephanie, Maria, Brad

Maria and I ended up being the only ones to run.  She pushed the pace a bit faster than I wanted but I felt like I could take on the world.

Upon finishing the run I told myself that if I felt like I did at that moment, the following day was going to be epic.

Set-up

After completing showers, packing and labeling our gear with the required stickers, we were on our way to T-1 to drop our bikes.

The transition from swim-to-bike was about 6 miles from the house, and as it was later in the day, traffic was dense.  What should have been a 10-minute ride, turned into almost an hour before we turned in the school parking lot next to transition.

Transition 1 (T-1) Swim to Bike

Usually, bike drop for a 70.3 is just that, dropping your bike and leaving.  The next morning would entail setting up your area to optimize time in transition.  Ironman North Carolina 70.3 is a little different.  Plastic bags are used to hold bike gear and placed on the bike.  The only thing that can be done in the morning is the placement of nutrition.  The gear was to stay in the bag until after the swim was completed.

This procedure emulates more a full Ironman than a 70.3, but I understood why.  We were instructed to not leave anything on the ground for fear of ants.   That made sense.  The others decided to just keep their bike bags and bring them in the morning.  I left my helmet and shoes in my bag, tied to my bike so I only had to install my nutrition in the morning.

The trip back downtown was not nearly as long, so Chris dropped us off and we walked to T-2 to drop our run bag.

Transition 2 (T-2) Bike to Run

It was a little disconcerting that the dismount line was a quarter-mile away from the bike-to-run transition. We were going to have to run on a narrow, rubberized carpet over a rocky trail.  We already saw, the quarter-mile run we need to take from swim exit to T-1.  Obviously, we would have to plan on both transition times being longer than usual. Just another fun part of the sport.

I had several conversations with other athletes during the weekend about how most races had their own equalizers to level the field.  Ironman Augusta 70.3 has a downstream swim, but the bike is hilly which for a lot of age groupers would be a detriment.  Ironman Chattanooga 70.3 also has a downstream swim but has a very hilly run.  This race, Ironman North Carolina 70.3, would have a current assisted swim but longer distances within transitions.

That night, I separated from my housemates to attend the Tribal Multisport dinner. An Uncle of one of our athletes, Michael, owned the South Beach Grill close to the T-1.  The food was excellent and the company was better.   The evening went incredibly smooth and faster than most group dinners I have attended.  I think it was just shy of 90 minutes from the time we sat down to the click of the group photos being taken.

Tribal Group Dinner

South Beach Grill is another restaurant in the Wilmington area I would highly recommend.

I arrived back at the house, double checked that my race kit, nutrition, race chip, swim cap, and goggles were ready to go, the coffee was ready to be brewed, and breakfast was prepared for the next morning.  Two episodes of “Gotham” later, I fell into a fitful sleep.

Ironman North Carolina 70.3 Race Day

Exuberance filled me as I awoke on race day.  Other race mornings I remember awaking anxious, or nervous, but today I was a little more calm than usual.   I felt an extra confidence that I hadn’t felt in a while.  My thoughts initially went to coffee and breakfast, but after fulfilling that objective, they migrated to visualizing the race.

We arrived at T-1 at about 5:30 am and proceeded to set up our transition stations.  Normally this would mean setting up towels, bike shoes and helmets, but we were told that would not be the protocol here.  Basically, the only thing allowed was placing nutrition on our bike and bike shoes attached to the pedals if desired.  Other than that everything else had to remain in the bag.

I placed my bottles in their cages, and hung my bag from the aero bars, checked my tires, installed my computer and validated that my bike was in the desired gear.

As I headed towards the exit to meet my housemates, I was excited to socialize with a couple of Moxie, Tribal, and Outspokin teammates.  The social aspect of the triathlon community is one of the things I love about this sport.  Yes, there is competition, but most of us are truly just racing against ourselves.  We are just trying to be better than we were before.

We passed through the waiting area at the swim start, that my friend Beth Shaw, who writes Discombulated Running, deemed the “Triathlete Refugee Camp”.  I could see where she was coming from.  Since the first wave didn’t start until 7:20 and it was only 6 am, most of the athletes were lying around or sitting on the asphalt chatting.

My party headed to the TriMarni house which was a beautiful beach house.  It was three stories, with ceramic tile throughout, beautiful countertops, and the best part, multiple bathrooms.  Having a full-fledged bathroom to do your duty, prior to a race, is a special treat rather than a potentially disgusting portlet.

Upon entering the house, the tension of race day filled the air.  Everyone was milling around drinking either their own pre-race formula or coffee, nervously chatting, anticipating the upcoming moment to head back to the refugee camp.

Around 7:00 we stepped onto the asphalt, gave each other hugs, said our “good lucks” and proceded with our own pre-race routines.

I donned my wetsuit, dropped my sweatshirt, and flipflops in my morning bag, and placed it in a much larger bag marked with a range of bib numbers that included mine.

Noticing all the other white swim caps lined up. I joined them and proceeded to move and stretch nervously.

The waves moved together toward a crosswalk.  A few minutes prior to the specified wave time, a crossing guard chauffeured us to the other side of the street.  On the other side, we cautiously entered the water, via a slippery boat ramp and anxiously awaited the start horn.  The announcer counted us down from 10, and we were off.

The Swim

The temperature of the water was 71 degrees Fahrenheit, but the air temp was in the upper 50s actually making me warmer.  I allowed water to fill my wetsuit and compress to my body and waded close to the start.  The horn blew and we were off.

The plan for my race included taking the swim at a steady, aerobic pace.  The swim event at Ironman North  Carolina 70.3, has a strong current, assisting the athletes.  As I have stated, many times, I am not a fast swimmer so I will take any help I can get.

Swimming towards the buoys I could feel current, but as I gathered my line I didn’t notice it as much.  My stroke felt the same as in the pool, and I was cognizant of my effort level, ensuring I didn’t overdo it.

It took a good 300 meters, but I finally found a comfortable rhythm.  My nerves settled and my mind calmed into race mode.  That, was until I ended up in a swarm of swimmers all vying for clean water.

Surprisingly as I was sighting I noticed the dark green caps of the previous wave.  WHAT???  I had been focussing diligently on my swim, but I was usually enveloped by the wave behind me.  I never caught anyone in the wave prior before.  Holy crap! It was an amazing feeling.

Out of the swim. I look pretty dope in my wetsuit right?

Just as I was getting over my shock, I sighted on the next buoy and noticed it was moving.  Yeah, it was being pushed out wider by a volunteer in a kayak.  I literally yelled, “what the hell?”  Finally, swimming around it, I found clear water and my relaxed rhythm again.

I always tend to hug the buoys during a race. For me, it makes sighting easier and keeps me swimming pretty straight.  However, I noticed most of the athletes found a line about 10 meters to my right.  After climbing the ladder out of the river on my way to T-1, my eyes darted over and I noticed, the current was stronger more to the right of the buoys.  I missed a major advantage, but it didn’t bother me too much as I still PR’d the swim.

Glancing at my watch after clearing the ladder it read 31 minutes and change, however, I did not know where the timing mat was, so my official time was slightly slower.

Swim Time: 33:45 (1:44 per 100m)

T-1

Wetsuit strippers were set up just a few yards from the exit of the swim, which made it easier to run the quarter mile to transition.  I emptied the contents of my bag on the ground, and refilled it with my wetsuit, cap, and goggles, and donned my helmet and shoes.

During my setup, I was in a quandary about wearing socks on the bike as I had worn them most of the time during training, but that morning, I decided I really wanted dry socks for the run without exchanging socks in T-2.  Therefore, since I did have experience racing sockless, I slipped my feet into my shoes, grabbed my bike and rolled out of transition.

From exiting the water to the mount line felt like forever and it showed in my time.

T-1 Time: 6:28

The Bike

Usually, the plan for my 70.3 distance races included holding a steady power of 185-195 watts.  However, during the last two races, my run had suffered. This time I modified the plan to start at a steady 175 watts. I would then progressively increase my output to 185-190 watts, in the second half of the bike, depending on how I felt.

My nutrition was simply a quarter of a bottle of Infinit, every 15 minutes and a Chia Humma gel or half Bonk Breaker every 45 minutes. This would fortify my body with 900 calories by the end of the bike.  The swim would have been fueled by breakfast and a pre-workout Cliff Bar, so 450 calories would sustain me for the bike while another 450 would help to get my run started.

The first couple of miles of the course is around a residential area, so it was tough to keep my speed up, especially since I had some novice riders around me, but by the beginning of the third mile, it was on.

The first half of the bike was reasonably flat and fast.  I surprisingly found myself passing a lot of riders even at a low 175 watts.  Speed is not a data point visible on the display of my Garmin Edge 520 bike computer.  However, I do have a 5-mile auto-lap which briefly displays the lap time.

Looking like Judge Dredd on the bike

With the exception of the first five miles, the display consistently read under 15:00 minutes every lap.  Most of them were under 14 minutes.  Obviously, 20 mph equates to 3 minutes per mile. Therefore every lap that read under 15 minutes meant I was faster than my previous race.

It was tough to maintain my planned 175 watts knowing I had more in the tank and I could easily increase my speed.  Deviating from my plan never worked out well in the past, so I hunkered down and stayed the course.

Mile 30 came and went in a flash.  I did increase my wattage a little on a couple of short hills, but other than that I was pretty consistent.  That was until I ended up trapped in a peloton.

It was maddening.  I would slow down to allow the mandatory 6 bike lengths, and it felt like the whole group would slow.  Surging forward I would create a good distance between myself and the rest of the athletes, hold my watts, but they would envelop me again.

The question became how could I get out of this mess without, one, increasing my wattage to a point it would detriment my run, or, two, getting a penalty for blocking or drafting?

At mile 45, I was so angry that, involuntarily, the words, “Screw this” came out of my mouth.  I surged forward to a point where that group was no longer even visible behind me.  That empowerment gave me so much confidence I maintained 190 watts to the mile 57 dismount line. Yes. The course was a mile long which was congruent with a lot of other athletes.

Bike Time: 2:37:18 (21.9 mph average)

T-2

After dismounting, I ran with my bike to the rubber carpet to enter the transition area as fast as possible.  However, the one-lane chute was crowded. The polite athletes, like myself, shouted “on your left” sacrificing our feet on the jutting rocks.  There is some recollection of other expressions in “MA” category, filtering through the air from others that were just as frustrated.

Entering under the arch into transition I could see my bag hanging from the rack.  Using a regular shoestring knot made it easy to drop the bag and spill the contents. I sat on the ground, rolled on my socks, put on my shoes, grabbed my sunglasses, hat, and race belt and ran the other 200 meters to the run-out arch.

T-2 Time: 4:16

The Run

The last couple of 70.3 races entailed some pretty slow and miserable runs.  That is if you can call them runs.  They should have been more characterized as fast walks with a couple of miles of slow jogs thrown in. Ironman North Carolina 70.3 was going to be different and I didn’t care how much it hurt.  I was going to run consistently the full half-marathon, but I would run it smart.

The plan was to start a little slower for the first 3 miles. I would then either negative split or just remain consistent for the remainder.  Brief recovery was included in the plan by briskly walking only through the aid stations.

My signature run pic

Since my plan started somewhat slow I prepared for the onslaught of athletes passing me at first.  I learned a lesson early in my triathlon experience. Starting with a faster pace was a sure fire way for the run to be a sufferfest.

The first mile felt slow but easy.  There were no issues breathing and besides a tightness in my quads, which was normal, I felt really good.  A sure fire sign that I should have a good run.

At mile 2, our Super Sherpa, Chris, snapped some pics of me as he pedaled around on his mountain bike.  I asked about the others and he assured me that everyone looked great.  That news put a little spring in my step.

The Ironman North Carolina 70.3 run course is out-and-back course.  I could see the runners on my left running in the opposite direction.  Obviously, during the first half, I would see them running to the finish line. Then running toward the turn-a-round during the second.

Prior to mile 5, familiar colors and prance came into view.  Nick Zivolich, screamed opposite me, in his Best Damn Race tri kit.  We high fived yelling some motivation to each other.  I was not surprised he was ahead of me, but somewhat frustrated realizing he started 15 minutes behind me.  Not to mention he was almost an hour ahead of me.  I cleared that out of my head quick.  This was my race and I was going to complete my plan to the finish.

Around mile 6, Maria sped by, followed by Stephanie a mile later.  They both started 20 minutes ahead of me so I didn’t mind that at all.  To pass the time, I figured out how far ahead they were and what it would take to catch them.  I did end up figuring it out and if I were Meb Keflezighi or Patrick Lange it would be possible, but unfortunately not me.  Well, not yet.

My watch consistently ticked off 9:20-minute miles which were expected since the plan included walking through the aid stations.  It did mean my actual running pace was under a 9-minute mile.  Coming off a strong bike that excited me.

Miles 6 and 7 included a run through a small park prior to the turnaround.  A single track, paved trail started a small section where the turnaround and timing mat was located.  Entering this section is where I crossed with Jamie.  She looked like she may be struggling a little, but strong enough to finish without too many complications.

The idea of catching her ran through my head.  I would start testing a faster pace to determine if that would be possible.

As I was exiting the single track, Michael, one of my Tribal teammates, entered.  Now Michael is fast.  A 7 minute-mile runner for sure.  Now I had two challenges, catch Jamie and keep Michael from passing me.  If anything, the last 6 miles would be fun.

Mile 8 came and went.  Passing mile 11, the familiar Tribal cap with an audible, pat-on-the-back whizzed by.  It was Michael.  Truth-be-told, at the time I was feeling pretty proud holding him off that long.

Mile 12 included a somewhat steep ascent back into downtown Wilmington.  Glancing at my watch and saw my run time was 1:54.  My hopes were for a sub-two hour run.  Unfortunately, it just wasn’t in the cards this day, but I would come close.

My traditional burst of speed came entering the Ironman North Carolina 70.3 finish chute.  I leaped for a Moxie Dunk at the finish line as exhaustion washed over me.  The knowledge that the time clock indicated a PR felt positively overwhelming.   I accomplished what I came to do.  I followed my plan and succeeded.

Run Time: 2:04:29 

Total Time: 5:26:16 (PR)

Epilogue

The 2017 Ironman North Carolina 70.3 event distances did not have to be modified. That being said, I could officially consider this my PR by over 10 minutes.  Earlier in the year, I completed Ironman Chattanooga 70.3 in 5:25,  However, the swim was cut short by 800 meters, so I refused to count it.

The finish area displayed jubilantly tired athletes, vendors, and food tents.  With a smile and skip in my step I found Tribal teammates, Joey, Michael, and Brian K.  Everyone seemed as excited about their performances as I did.  Joey and Nick both received 3rd place in their age group. Nick’s triumph grabbed him a spot to the 2018 World Championships in South Africa.  Michael, Brian K. Stephanie and I all PR’d, so it was a great day for all of us.

Nick and Joey show off their 3rd place plaques

I am so proud of my friends, and teammates for what they accomplished.  It is such an honor to be among them.

Both my bike and morning bag were waiting for me at the bag check area and the volunteers were extremely efficient to procure them for me.  A quick walk later I retrieved my bike and bag from T-2 and rode back to the house.

The rest of my time consisted of Irish Car Bombs, a Phở lunch and a visiting some breweries around Wilmington.

Wilmington is a beautiful area.  I hope to return to race Ironman North Carolina 70.3 again in 2018.  I will have to include a couple of extra days to hang out.

Did I mention that hit shows, “Dawson’s Creek” and “One Tree Hill” and some major motion pictures were filmed in Wilmington?

What was your best race or event of the year?

Ironman Chattanooga 70.3 Triathlon Part Deux

by Brad Minus | Jun 5, 2017

Ironman Chattanooga 70.3

Prolougue

I had every intention of getting some vindication on the Ironman Chattanooga 70.3 course this year.  I made a plan, trained for it, and stayed healthy, but unfortunately it did not come to fruition as I expected.

Last year I toed the line injured at Ironman Chattanooga 70.3, and struggled with all three of the events.  The swim was not as fast as I expected.  They controlled the water flow so the current was minimal.  The bike was rolling hills of which I trained for and was much stronger on the bike, but I made the mistake of pushing the pace which completely screwed up my run.  The roller coaster terrain of the run ended up beating me as I walked a huge portion of it. Last year I ended up with a 5:43:30.

This Ironman Chattanooga 70.3 was going to be different.  First, I was going to work with my coach on my weaknesses .  Second, I completed a higher quantity of brick workouts including not only bike to run, but also swim to bike and swim to run.  Finally, I maintained my recovery routine, which was a mistake I dealt with last year.  My overall nutrition was better and I was in the gym a lot more.  I really felt confident in my abilities to conquer the whole course and receive my vindication.

Before the Race

The trip up to Ironman Chattanooga was pretty uneventful.  Josh Wilkins and I drove up together which was a reoccurring theme from last year.  The only exception was we followed Rick and Laura Jansik the whole way.  Rick set us up with a room at the Marriott Residence Inn which was two blocks from the expo and transition.  This was a nice change from last year where Josh and I stayed a few miles out of town where we had to worry about parking and timelines.  This location gave us increased access to transition, the expo and swim start.  We parked the car in the hotel parking area and didn’t touch it again until it was time to leave.

The Ironman Chattanooga 70.3 expo was no different than any other Ironman expo.  Vendors from nutrition, equipment and apparel companies littered the lot with their goods and a couple of small food trucks supplied some fast treats to fuel up the participants.

On a surprising note, when I went to check-in I found out I was an Ironman All World Athlete.  The All World Athlete program houses the top 10% of the age group athletes.  It is separated into three tiers; the top 1% are considered gold, the top 5% are silver and the top 10% are bronze.  Obviously, I am in the bottom of the tiers.  I guess my age is starting to give me a little bit of an advantage.

What was the difference at registration?  The AWA athletes have their own entrants into registration which usually allows for a faster experience, and I was given the option of wearing an AWA swim cap versus the AG swim cap.  For a free program, I’ll take it.

The weather report loomed over us the entire week prior and, all the way up to the morning of the race.  Satellite images and forecasts expressed a large mass of thunderstorms moving at just the right velocity to hit Chattanooga at the start time.  The stir of conversation about the weather was popular among all the athletes competing.

Some were worried about the swim being cancelled.  Others were concerned about navigating the terrain of the bike course safely.  The only agreed upon positive comments were about the run.  No one cared if they had to run in the rain.  It just meant it would be cooler.  Either way the conversations around the weather were consistent with all of the competitors we chatted with.

I was invited to two Ironman Chattanooga 70.3 pre-race dinners; one with Moxie, my national team, and one with Tribal, my training team.  While my plans were to start at the Tribal dinner just to say wish everyone luck and then head over to Moxie, they derailed once I realized how far apart they were.  The Tribal dinner at Food Works was delicious but it was the calm of athletes around the table which is what I really needed at the moment.  These were the people I train with all year long which at first is why I wanted to attend the Moxie dinner because I do not see those teammates, but at that time in which my mind was preparing for the race at hand, my heart wanted to be with these friends and training buddies.

That night my light sleeping pattern made me aware of the lightning, thunder and rain enveloping the area that night.  My dreams were plagued with worry of the bike course and entailed specific turns of the course where I may be in danger.  I am never really worried about my own bike handling, it is the others cyclists I worry about, and my subconscious coupled with the storms brought those fears to the surface.

Sometime during the night, my fears quelled, and I was lulled into a peaceful sleep.  I awoke refreshed, excited and surprised.  The weather conditions had completely changed.  The storms had dissipated and the forecast only called for some possible scattered thunderstorms later in the afternoon.  Ironman Chattanooga 70.3 was on with no deviations.

Race Day

There was a small change to the procedure this year.  Last year we lined up for the swim start on a first-come-first-serve.  The advantage being on the Moxie team was that a team sherpa went to the start at 4:15 am and setup camp so the team could just filter in when they arrived.  This year the athletes still lined up but it was by projected swim time.  My threshold swim pace is just below 2:00 per hundred which would be approximately 30-35 minutes, so I lined up in the 30+ minute swim line.

There I found Oscar Alvarez and a few other Moxie teammates.  We nervously chatted while preparing for the event at hand.

My recent purchase of a ROKA Maverick Elite full wetsuit increased my excitement for the swim.  ROKA’s introduction of their “Arms-up” technology  resonated with me, due to my experience in Maryland.  There I could feel the limitation in my shoulder mobility in the orginal Xterra Vortex wetsuit I had purchased 5 years prior.  During my test swims and at Escape from Ft Desoto I was impressed with the flexibility in the arms which left no limitation to my stroke.  This swim would further validate that.

After an amazing rendition of our National Anthem, the gun went off for the professional athlete starts.  Something was a little off though.  The course starts with 300 meters upstream then turns for the remainder of the course down stream.  The professional athletes were charting times of almost 5 minutes to get to the first buoy.

As it turned out, the water flow was not controlled as much as it was supposed to be, so the current was a lot faster than expected.  Due to the extraordinary amount of time it took to go upstream, the officials decided that the age group race would not include the upstream portion and the swim would be shortened.

It was so ironic that all of us athletes were worried about the swim being cut-short or cancelled because of the storms, and here it was being cut short because of the current.

After a twenty minute delay in order for the buoys to be moved and announcements to be made, the line finally started moving.  My heart was jumping as it always does prior to a race.  I really wanted to do well this time.  My plan was to swim strong, but not overdo it, keep the power to 190-200 watts on the bike and run a 9 minute or less mile on the run.  I went over and over this in my head prior to jumping off the dock into the 74 degree water.

The Swim

The Ironman Chattanooga 70.3 swim was no less than glorious.  The early part of my plan was being executed as I easily rolled, reached and pulled my way toward the swim finish.  My weakness in open water has always been sighting, so every few hundred meters even with sighting correctly, I usually end up changing to a breast stroke to get my bearings.  This time, I was able to get through to the finish without changing at all.  I did modify my stroke to a Tarzan stroke a few times to validate my sighting, but that was it.

I reached for the volunteer helping us out of the water, stepped onto dry land and glanced at my watch.  It was excitedly surprising to see my time 21 minutes.  I knew the course was shortened and we were moving with the current, but it was still over 1400 meters.  Not to mention, I felt amazing.

Sprinting into transition with my wet suit in hand my thoughts went back to my plan.  If I just stayed between 190 and 200 watts I would have plenty for the run.  I rolled my socks on, stepped into my shoes simultaneously sliding my helmet onto my head and buckling it then slid my bike from the rack and ran out of transition.  It still felt a little slower than I would like, but I was excited to be on my bike.

The Bike

Not to far after the 10 mile marker I was playing cat and mouse with a group of riders, when I saw a familiar kit standing at the side of the road with her bike down.  It took me a minute to process that it was Yelena Maloney, a training partner from Tribal.  I immediately turned around to see if she was ok.  It was instinct.  I didn’t even think I just found my body making the decision and executing.

When I arrived to her location I asked her if she was ok.  She stated, “I am fine.  I have been here for 5 minutes already so my race is over.  Just go.”  I replied, “Just as long as you are ok” as I turned around to continue my race.  The SAG vehicle arrived as I left, so I no longer felt the worried for my friend and I was able to concentrate back on the race at hand.

Within the next 15 minutes I found myself right back with the familiar kits and bikes I was around prior to stopping.  I still felt great, and at that moment, I was executing the plan as precise as possible.

Some of the steeper and longer inclines did not allow me to keep my power range even in my highest gear, but they were so few and far between I didn’t think it would cause a major issue at the time.

Penalty

Around mile 40 I rode right into my first major obstacle.  I was behind an athlete in a University of Florida kit when I decided I was going to pass him. USAT rules state that you have twenty seconds to pass and if the attempt fails you must slow to the six bike lengths behind the rider before attempting it again.

I started to accelerate slightly in order to pass, but he accelerated right along with me.  Not wanting to push my watts to much, after what I thought was 20 seconds I dropped back.  Immediately, I realized I was slowing way down and was not getting any space between his back tire and my front.  “Screw this” I thought, and started to accelerate to pass him with a little more force.  Wouldn’t you know it, he accelerated right with me…again.

Of course, I slowed down again to get acquire the regulated distance as my ears detected the sound of a motorcycle.  One of the officials was headed in our direction.  I motioned and yelled to the official that I was slowing down, but of course, so was my “friend” ahead of me.  So, it looked as though I was drafting.

As the official was writing in his notebook, I tried to tell him that I was slowing down and that he was slowing down too, but it wouldn’t be accepted by the official.  He yelled to me to stop at the next penalty box and tell them I had a blue card.

Due to the penalty I subconsciously equated the extra time, and immediately accelerated which would forgo my plan for the next 15 miles.  I don’t exactly recall, but I believe my thinking was that I would get a 5 minute recovery in the box, so why not step up and try to make it up.  Since the box I was going to end up in was located just prior to the dismount line, I wouldn’t have to power through any more before transitioning to the run.

After arriving at the last Ironman Chattanooga 70.3 penalty box and releasing the negativity of the official, the volunteer stated that they were on a roll today and that a group of over 15 riders had just finished their 5 minute penalty.  Just about as my time was at completion I glanced over at the runners starting their 13.1 mile leg and noticed Yelena speeding through the first hundred yards.

As I yelled to her, I was surprised.  That meant that she got her bike fixed and must have passed me into transition while I was stopped int he penalty box.  I wondered what she had to have had to make up in order to get there that fast.   I later learned she was four minutes behind me after the SAG staff was able to release her chain from being stuck behind the crank and get her back into the race.

T-2 went smoothly and was only slightly delayed by my 47-year-old bladder that needed to be emptied.

The Run

I was off and feeling pretty good even after the first long hill, but when I reached the first aid station I could already feel things start to slow down a bit.  I was running under 9 minute miles, but I knew I couldn’t sustain it.

My mind already went into fix-it mode wondering what I needed in order to get send whatever I needed to my legs in order to maintain my cadence.  After the mile 3 aid station a side-stitch reeked havoc on my insides and I slowed to a walk, but I was determined to keep the walking to a minimum.  This was going to be a long half marathon.

I continued to walk every mile or 1.5 miles for a minute or so, before picking up the pace again.  I grabbed everything I could think of in order to fuel my glycogen stores and sometimes it worked.  Coke and Red Bull both would give me an instant lift, but it would only sustain me for a short duration before my legs would tire, the stitches would return and I was forced to slow down again.

Coming across the Chestnut street bridge to complete the first loop I caught up with my workout wife, Sonja Olsen.  She was obviously upset.  She mentioned she had an amazing swim and did really well on the bike, but was now frustrated because her run was less that she’d hoped. “Join the club”, I thought to myself.

The interesting thing she said, was that she didn’t want to let anyone down.  I immediately went into a diatribe of how triathlon is an individual sport and the only one she would let down is herself.  If she was doing the absolutely best she could, and that she honestly couldn’t push any more, that she was letting no one down.

Those words penetrated my own mind as I told her to keep her chin up and sped up to complete my own race.  The rest of the race, when ever I felt like I had to walk, I would ask myself honestly if I needed to or could I continue.  More times than not I didn’t have to and I would keep running.

I reached the Chestnut Street Bridge for the final time and I picked up the pace.  Everything hurt.  My legs were like lead weights, I had stitches on both sides and I was a little light headed, but I was way to close to stop running.

Jumping and touching the arch with some sort of flair has become a popular way to finish at Ironman race for the Moxie team.  As matter of fact, one of the members prints up calendars for the following year with all the dunk pictures.

While running up the red Ironman carpet toward the finish, the energy to try and make a Moxie dunk alluded me.  However, I did try and while at the time it seemed kinda wimpy, the picture made it seem not so much.

I crossed the Ironman Chattanooga 70.3 finsh line with a time of 5:25:55 which is a PR altogether by over 10 minutes.  Unfortunately, the swim was over 500 meters short. Using the average pace and adding it back it would give me a 5:36-5:38. Subtracting the penalty of 5 minutes the actual race time would be 5:31 which would be a PR by 4 minutes.   This of course is not reality.  I cannot go back and swim those meters or erase my penalty, so while Ironman will consider it a PR I will not.

The rest of the day consisted of rest, beer, burgers, ice cream, good company and fun.  It was still a tough race and while I did not get my vindication, I still progressed.  I am proud of my race, but that was then, and now it’s time to focus on Ironman Costa Rica 70.3.

Lessons Learned

I have spent an abundance amount of time analyzing what I can do to help me hit my goals for the next races and here is what I came up with:

1. The Coke and Red Bull on the course were causing a surge in my pace and it made me feel better.  It can only mean that I am not getting enough nutrition on the bike.  I will go back and reassess what I need and make sure that it doesn’t happen again.
2. My coach made me realize my swim volume has been down, which is not surprising( If I had to skip a workout, it would mostly be a swim and I would move the other workouts around to accommodate.) I need to get my volume up in order to swim my way to a better bike split.  In other words, gain the fitness and technique to increase my efficiency and economy in the water.
3. The stop for my teammate and the penalty made me increase my wattage on the bike which most likely drained me a little for the run.  No matter what happens keep to the plan.  Triathlon is not won on the bike, but it can be lost.

If I put these lessons into place, it should at lease help me succeed in my goals to continue to be healthy and decrease my time on the course.  With the exception of number 2 I should be able to incorporate the other lessons for Costa Rica.

Carpe Vitam!
(Sieze Life)