Quick story before I tell you about my race this weekend. So I am in Austria racing an ironman and things are going great. My swim was a breeze and the bike, although very difficult was incredibly fast for me. As I started out on the run, my stomach began to rumble. Not the rumble when you are hungry, but the rumble when well you know... At about ten miles in I realized that I am going to need to find a porta potty. As I began to get desperate and unable to run because of the impending explosion an old lady standing outside of her house notice that there was something wrong with me. Our eyes met as I attempted to walk her way. Not knowing her language, I thought to myself "How was I going to explain to her that I needed to take a big dump and could I use her bathroom". No need - She sensed my desperation and led me around the side of her beautiful house on the lake. As we rounded the corner she motioned me to this well manicured flower garden. I tried to explain to this lady, who was most likely in her 80's that I needed to go number 2. To my surprise she understood and again motioned me to the flower garden. At this point, I had to go. As I positioned myself between her perfectly placed petunias, I glanced over at her as she grabbed her garden hose. I finished my business as she approached me with the hose. She motioned for me to turn around. She sprayed me clean. What a relief. Before I proceeded back to the course, I walked over to this sweet old lady and gave her a big hug and a kiss on the check. What a great lady.
Back to the race….
It is the day before my first race of the year and I am sitting in a beautiful house overlooking a lake in Eastern Mass. watching the news. As I am half watching half getting my equipment ready for the race I heard the words "Great White Shark" on the TV. I turned my attention to the news caster to hear that there have been 5 great white shark sittings in the area. Holy ****! The swim potion of the race takes place in the open ocean and although I am a good swimmer, this kind of **** freaks me out.
Race Morning - I show up at the transition area at 5am still with thought of Great Whites swimming through my head. I am the first athlete there. This is a running joke between my friends. I am always the first to arrive. This morning was unlike any other since arriving on the East Coast. The wind was blowing between 15-25 knots and the ocean looked like a washing machine. This is not what I was hoping for. At the swim start I proceed to put on a new wetsuit. One that I had never tried on. I do not recommend this to anyone. I was **** out of luck if it did not fit. Lucky for me it fit like a glove. As the gun went of, the 200 athletes took off in one big group. For me it is very important to establish my line and get out front so that I have clean water. The first half of a mile was relatively calm due to the break water. I took the lead with 2 other swimmers. Because I wear glasses and can not see very well with goggle, I try to establish which swimmer is about my speed and let them navigate. As we rounded the outside of the jetty the swells hit us hard. I swallowed gallons of water for the next 30 minutes until rounding the outside mark. This is when we swam with the swells to the finished. I exited the water in 3rd place. I could have been in second but let the guy who I swam with and navigate exit before me as a sign of appreciation.
On to the bike - 112 Miles - To make a long story short. The first 30 Miles were directly into a strong head wind. Not fun.... In addition, every 20 feet there was a separation in the road to allow for expansion during snow seasons. This made for an extremely rough ride. At mile 78 and 90 I got flats. I finish third in my division and 13 overall. Not bad, but not great. My ass still hurts!!!
Peace - Out - Blu