Gulf Coast Triathlon (Half IronMan Distance)

http://gulfcoasttriathlon.com/

 

1.2 Mile Swim (Gulf of Mexico)

56 Mile Bike Ride

13.1 Mile Run

 

Saturday, May 10, 2003

 

Well everyone during my quest for the IronMan New Zealand (IMNZ) http://www.ironman.co.nz

I decided to enter a half distance race to both gauge my training and hopefully boost my confidence.

 

It was a success as I was looking to finish under 6 hours and managed to squeak out a 5:59:14.

 

The conditions were very difficult as the water (which is typically very calm) was very choppy with a strong current, making the swim slower and tougher.  The winds were pretty light for the bike ride and the course was very flat.  The run was HOT the heat index put it at around 103 with the raw temp at around 90 – 91.  Here is a quick run down on how things went.

 

04:00  Race Day – Wake up shower and coat with sun screen.  I go downstairs to the café and have half a bagel with a cup of coffee for breakfast. 

 

05:00 – Go to the body marking area (they write your number all over your body so they know what part belongs to whom in case of a shark attack) No really they do it so they can easily identify you at the checkpoints. 

 

05:30 – Kiss Audrey goodbye and go to the transition area to drop off my equipment and fill the water bottles on my bike.  

 

06:00 – Move down to the beach for the start of the swim.  (The order of events is Swim, Bike, and then Run).  They start the first wave at 06:15 and space them 5 minutes apart.  I am in wave 8 of 16 so I get to watch several others fight the waves trying to get to the first buoy.  We all worry after seeing the pro’s have a hard time with it. 

 

06:50 – Cannon fires and we are off.  After discussing the plan with several others we decide to start off about 100 meters east of the first buoy and let the current work us back towards the line.  The goal is to stay just left of the buoys and swim in somewhat of a direct path.  

Somewhere along the first 200 meters I manage to swallow several mouths full of water, get kicked, scratched, and pulled under.  This is all normal but a lot better then if we had all started at the same time (2,100 swimmers).

I make it to the first turn buoy at around 20 minutes and am impressed with my ability to stay on course.  They parked a large boat at the turn so it was hard to miss.  After completing the turn I realized that I was so worried about the turn I hadn’t managed to identify what building I was going to aim for towards the finish.  Not a big problem, at least the current wasn’t against me now.  I could only manage to keep my head down and swim hard for about 30 strokes at a time as I was so worried about going off course. As I was in the middle of one of these efforts I feel a sudden wave and smell exhaust.  I lift my head and see a guy on a jet-ski, he apologizes for almost whacking me in the head, I push him off and say “no problem” head back down and swim for home.  Finally, I can hear the crowd and feel the waves pushing me in, and then pulling me back out.  It was over (or had just begun depending on what your best event is).

 

07:40 - It took me a very long time to change my shorts and put on my bike gear as they had no tents to change in.  I had to wait on a port-o-let in order to change clothes.  The volunteer woman standing next to my bike made my first plan impossible.  I wonder if you would get disqualified for indecent exposure?

 

07:52 - Finally on the bike, I ride past the bleacher of screaming fans (all mine).  It really pays to bring your friends and family to these events.  I don’t think the local competitors had as much support as I did.  I figured they would head off to breakfast and enjoy the next 3 hours while I was pedaling. 

Not exactly, they managed to find me 3 (maybe 4) more times along the 56 miles.  Each time I rode past I couldn’t keep the bugs from smacking my teeth J

Things didn’t get off to a great start on the bike though; I lost a water bottle at mile 3 after hitting a large pot-hole. I had to stop and go back to pick it up as it was very dangerous for other bikers.  After that smooth sailing, the wind was to our backs the first half and in our face the second half.  Still, it was a very nice ride with a few very bumpy roads.

 

10:42 - Off the bike and on to the run. It is so hot now.  My legs feel great but my stomach is not happy.  I think I took too much fluid on the ride.  I make it to mile 3 before I have to stop to expel some of that fluid.  There is an aid station at every mile with everything you could imagine, ice, water, Gatorade, sponges soaked in ice water, oranges, Pepsi (non-carbonated), and gel. 

I take a sponge at every station and squeeze it over my head, arms and face, fill my hat and shirt with ice, and pour a cup of ice-water over my head.  I am soaked, squish with every step.

 

At mile five I tell myself it’s a simple training run from here, you do this every day (not in this heat my brain whispers).  Well time for plan B, the stomach is not going to co-operate so I decide to walk for a minute at each aid station.  I keep an eye on the watch to make sure that I can make it within the 6 hour time I set.  Somewhere (maybe mile 11) I see the fans again, ahhh!! I can do this now, no problem. 

The mile 12 marker comes up quick (wow! I have almost 15 minutes to go a mile NO PROBLEM).  After about another half of a mile there’s a crowd of people cheering you can do it only a mile to go.  I think “no it should be ½ mile”.  They were right; the mile 12 marker had to be off.  At this point I realize that my shuffle may not be enough to make the time, so I pick it up a bit.  I swear the last half mile of any race is the longest you’ll ever run.  I see the finish line, keep trotting and smile as I cross it.  Everyone is there to see it, which is surprising as they had to beat it back to the start in a heavy crowd of cars which were stopped at every intersection for the athletes. 

What a perfect day, my friends, family and wife all here with me to share it.  I think they are as much a part of this accomplishment as I, it’s not easy following someone for 70 miles in 90+ degrees, fighting traffic, and taking pictures, all the while cheering like I was going to win the damn thing.  Thanks guys you really made it feel easy. 

 

Here’s the breakdown:

 

Swim Time        Swim Transition Time

44:58                11:20 

 

Bike Time         Average MPH                Bike Transition Time

2:51:03             19.6                              2:37 

 

Run Time          Average Pace (Per Mile, I am so embarrassed)                Total Time        

 2:09:17            9:53                                                                              5:59:14

 

 

 

Entering the Gulf Coast Triathlon $195.00

Hotel Room $189.99

Having your Friends & Family there cheering, “PRICELESS”