This past Saturday I raced Ironman St George; the single hardest one day event up to this point in my life. I originally picked this race, as I knew it would favor my strengths as a triathlete. I was also excited because just a week before the race, the World Triathlon Corporation (WTC) announced that 2012 would be the last year St. George was be a full Ironman, and I would have the final opportunity to race it as a 140.6 (total mileage of an ironman).
After waking up at 3:45am to down 1250kcal, I made my way down to the lobby of the hotel to catch a shuttle to Town Square where buses were waiting to transport athletes to the swim start. Just before the shuttle departed, I vividly remember a woman remarking how it was going to be an amazing day for racing as there was no little to no wind as she gestured towards some nearby trees, which stood motionless. The jinx was upon us! After arriving to the transition zone at Sand Hollow Lake, we made our way down to the swim start and fortunately the water was relatively calm, at least for the time being.
After working my way to the front of the pack to claim a good starting position, the gun went off and the race was underway. The initial half-mile was going according to plan and the water was perfect. As we made our first left, however, the conditions took a dramatic turn for the worse. Suddenly the winds hit and three to five foot swells were upon us. Not only was it challenging to swim through the choppy water, but sighting the buoys was virtually impossible. It felt as if someone dropped me in the middle of the ocean while a helicopter hovered overhead. I even remember seeing three kayakers, who were officiating the race, get toppled over. It was absolute mayhem. Apparently 300 athletes pulled out of the race after the swim.
After emerging from the water and heading out on the bike, athletes were greeted with a gnarly head wind, which felt to be about 30+ mph. I knew at this point that we were in for a long day of pain and suffering; exactly what I had signed up for. The bike leg only got worse as the race unfolded and we hit the hills or shall I say mountains. Between rough roads, strong winds, little protection from the elements, and the sun beating down upon us, we had our work cut out. I never recall seeing so many people pull off the bike course due to cramping and sheer exhaustion. After completing the second loop of the bike course, I couldn’t have been more relieved to get off the bike as I was going in to T2 (bike to run transition).
After the volunteers coated me with sun tan lotion coming out of T2, all that remained was a marathon. The run course consisted of three monotonous loops. Fortunately my Queen (Mimi), was there to cheer me on throughout the run, which proved to be a battle of attrition. I felt surprisingly good during the first half of the marathon, which I completed in just over 1.5hrs. The second half of the race, however, was a different story thanks to a massive blister on the bottom of my left foot. Fortunately, I was able to dig deep and make it home.
Never have I been more relieved to finish a race as I was crossing the finishing line of Ironman St. George. While I wish that the race would be kept at the full ironman distance in upcoming years, it’s understandable why it has been switched to a 70.3 moving forward. For any triathlete, who wants to be tested, this is the race for you!
Special thanks to all the volunteers as well as my friends and family, who took the time out of their busy schedules to track my suffering online. Id also like to thank my good friend Tibor, founder of Formula Triathlon Club, who took the time to discuss race strategy with me on a few different occasions. Lastly, I’d like to thank my fiancé, Mimi, who makes all of this nonsense possible and never stops to question why I like to train two to three times a day and wear mandex!
Wishing you happy, healthy, and strong training!
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