Long post…… But I
don’t want to forget a single detail… besides this is my diary….. I’m certainly
not a blogger to tell you how to cook, sew, run, etc. I like to write down my adventures so I can
look back at them later on in life… it helps with the memory. :>)
I’ve said it many
times over the years that every single race is different. There are always different challenges whether
it be the weather, personal health, race issues or a number of other
things. For me, this race had a couple
of different challenges. First, my body
has been giving me fits lately. Lots of
issues with what I hope to just be sciatic or arthritis, but will find out
after my MRI this week if it’s something more serious. Second, my mom typically travels with me to the
“bigger” races and due to my dad’s recent health, she was unable to leave
him. My daughter was hosting a baby
shower for a best friend, so she couldn’t go with me either. So I hoped the hubs would go even though he
hates the race scene. However, he
couldn’t get off work which left me going alone. I typically don’t mind being alone. I have often traveled alone to many things
over the years. However, it is nice to
have some support on the “bigger” races.
A half ironman is not a small task.
I knew it was going to be difficult and even more difficult not having a
support person. I debated on just not
going. I even debated on asking a couple
of friends, but with it being Mother’s day weekend I didn’t want to disturb
their family plans. The race was in
Panama City, Florida and meant two nights in a hotel.
After debating for days I was reminded of something someone told
me once…… If you are having a hard time making a decision on something, try to
fast forward in your brain and think about which one you would regret
more. I knew after all my training that
I would regret not going. I had put in
hours of training over the last 12 weeks.
Plus I was looking forward to an ocean swim. I had done a practice swim one time before in
the ocean and it was wonderful. The
water was so clear. I was hoping for the
same situation for the race. And I knew
there would be a couple of people at the race from other towns that I know from
the races I might run into. Thankful for
the group that trained in Wiggins that I’ve gotten to know.
I got an early
start on Friday heading to Panama City.
I wanted to get to the hotel, get unloaded, make it to expo fairly
early, and get my bike checked in by the required time that afternoon. The weather had begun to change. All week at the beach the water was so pretty
and calm. Friday that all changed
drastically. A rain storm blew in and
the waves begin to rise. Pictures of the clouds on Friday.
When I went to
check in my bike at transition, I went to go check out the swim area. Several racers were standing in the sand
looking out and discussing how bad the water looked. Here’s a picture…
You could barely
see the buoys they had put out due to the waves. A couple of people had on their wet suits and
were attempting to practice swim. They
were all coming back in saying how bad the waves were beating them up and it
was going to be a really bad swim if something didn’t change overnight. Now I began to get NERVOUS! I tried to tell my brain to not think about
it. Just leave it to God. Tomorrow will be a new day. I decided to not practice swim and went back
to my hotel. I unloaded all my loot that
I had got at the expo. Here’s a few pictures..
And then I knelt beside the bed and
prayed. I prayed for strength, courage,
and for either gills or skills because I knew that swim was going to be
tough. One friend had told me to have peppermint
candies in transition for after the swim because she had gotten so sick at the
full ironman ocean swim, so I made sure I had them in my bag.
I rechecked all my
gear and called it an early night. I
tossed and turned awhile before finally falling asleep. I could hear the waves crashing out my
room. The wind and rain was pretty bad
outside. I just kept praying … calm
waters at 6am. That’s when the swim was
supposed to start on race morning.
Saturday morning
the alarm went off at 3:45am and I could still hear the waves and wind. It was not your normal beach sound. It was much stronger. I told my mind not to worry…..God is in
control! Have faith…. Just get dressed and get to transition to set up. I left the room by 4am heading down to
transition. Upon arriving at the
transition gate where you get marked with your race number and age, a man
started announcing that the swim had been canceled due to water
conditions. He said it just wasn’t safe
for us to swim. People around me began
chattering like crazy. Some were so
happy it was canceled and others were fighting mad. The ones that were mad were saying it should
have been left up to each racer to decide if they wanted to conquer the water or
not and not the race director. I stood
in line and listened as each person had their own view of the decision. I wondered if my close friends were there
with me what we would be saying about the situation. I hated it for the first timers. I can’t imagine how I would have felt if the
swim had been canceled at Augusta after 9 months of training and 30 stitches in
my calf. I would have been
devastated. Once inside the transition
area I put my bag down by the bike and decided to go look at the water. Mind you it’s 4:30am and you really can’t see
very well, but I wanted to look. Plus he
announced that he would give directions on how we would start the bikes shortly
so there was no need to rush to get ready.
I was shocked that
even the jet skis that were trying to bring in the buoys were flipping over in
the waves. It looked like a washing
machine agitating. At that point, I was
thrilled the swim was canceled. As I was
standing there a lady starting talking to me.
She was from Pensacola and said she had done the race there many
times. She loved ocean swims. She then told me that she’s a good swimmer,
normally swim the distance in under 30 minutes and had swam on Friday to see
how the water was once you got in and she too was concerned about making the
swim cut off time, which is 1 hour 10 minutes the water was so bad. She said she told her husband if they didn’t
cancel the swim someone would probably drown on race morning. Again I thanked God for them cancelling the
swim. I heard several say that the local
weather channel said it wasn’t just the waves, it was the under tow that was
bad out in the water. There were red
flags up all weekend saying the beach was closed. However, you still saw a few people going out
knee deep trying to play in the water. Ha
The buoys they were removing from the water.
Finally daylight and bikers are ready...
They finally
started announcing how we would start on the bikes. One at a time! It was going to take a long
time to get all of us out on the course.
I was glad I was number 533 and not 1533. The bikes started out going directly over a
crosswalk that went across from the beach to the other side of the street. The cross walk was not very wide. I assume this was one reason they started us
one at a time. I also noticed that from
number 1 – 600 or so was all women! The men had higher race numbers. I’m not sure how they numbered us, but the
more I looked around all the women on the row where my bike was at were all in
the age group 50-54. When I went to the
porta pottie which was where the guys were at they were all fussing about how
long they would be there before they got to go out on their bikes. Which turned out to be cool for me because
all the fast guys literally passed me coming in on the bike. They were amazing to watch and I bet they
flew by me going 40 mph! I had heard the
bike route was totally flat. That was
not true. LOL This was the first year
that ironman took over the race. It used
to be the same distance of 70.3 miles, but was not owned by ironman. Well, ironman had changed the bike route due
to a new bridge being open. So we had a
couple of climbs to make during the 56 mile bike ride. The wind was so very strong! There were times
I thought the wind was going to pick up my bike and threw me down on the
ground. I was shocked that when I
reached the turnaround at mile 28 that I had maintained around a 19mph
pace. I ended up with a really good bike
time. A new PR for me on 56 miles. Yeah me… however, when I unclipped to get off
the bike, my whole right leg caught leg cramps and I could barely walk! My leg was like one big stiff log!! I just stood there a couple of minutes before
I was able to go across the bike timing mat.
It was awful! Here’s my bike
stats.
Stats by 5 mile increments... oh and I forgot to start my watch until I was out of the crosswalk.. ha
Once I hung my bike
back on the route, I debated on even trying the run (half marathon
distance). My right thigh and calf was
like in convulsions. My muscles were as
hard as a rock. I told myself to just
walk the first mile and maybe it would loosen up. So I headed on out on the run course. The run course was 3 loops around the
town. Thank goodness there were lots of
people along the course to cheer you because I wanted to quit. I would jog a tad and the cramps would come
back so I’d walk. I finally made it one
loop and honestly I was thinking there was no way I could do 8 more miles. I have never wanted to quit something before
like I did at that moment. I kept
telling myself mind over matter, but it wasn’t working. I moved over to the side of the street and
started stretching. I don’t know if my
spine issues were causing all the cramping, the steroid shot I had the week
before, the heat or what, but I was about to give up! That’s when my little
angel appeared! Her name was Ashley! She
was a 28 year old from Ohio that was just starting her first run loop. She stopped and asked me if I was ok and then
told me to just walk and she would walk with me. I begged her to go on and run. She just laughed and said she wasn’t feeling
it in the heat. She had also recently
done a full ironman and said her body still wasn’t recovered from it so she was
happy to find someone to walk with. I
kept telling her to go on and she said she would wait and run her last loop
since I’d be in at the finish at that point since I was 1 lap ahead of
her. We had a great conversation. I’m not normally a chatting person. That’s my friend Serina. She never meets a stranger. I’m different. I tend to remain quiet and reserved. Ashley was so easy to talk to. We talked all about her races, her husband,
her job, her dogs, her family, etc. Time
went by pretty fast and I was so very glad!
I hugged her when I turned in towards the finish line and told her I’d
see her when she came in. She really was
the sweetest thing! And I got to see her after she crossed the finish
line. We both congratulated each other
on a hard task. Many people were having
cramps. It was like an epidemic. I saw ripped guys bent over stretching due to
cramps. Maybe it was mostly the
heat. Who knows.. but I was glad I had
finished. Here’s a couple shots at the
finish line:
Typically I don’t
hang around too long after the bigger races because I’m ready for a shower and
NEED one. You don’t want to smell me
after 4-7 hours of racing. Hee Hee However, the Edgewater Resort had a huge pool
which was right beside the bike transition area and also where they were going
to do awards at 4pm so many, many athletes were sitting in the pool or on the
side of the pool with their feet in the cold water. I decided to join them. It felt AWESOME!! I needed that cold water on
my muscles. I started sitting on the
side and eventually went all the way in up to my neck. Oh the water felt great.
I got to listen to
so many conversations about the race while in the pool. One guy that had done Kona (you qualify for
that race..so you are FAST) three times even said the right decision was made
on the swim and he even said the bike course was tough. Made me feel good about my times on the
bike. :>)
So we didn’t get to
swim the 1.2 miles…… but as one person said… heck we still had to do 69.1 miles
and that is no small feat. He went on to
say that the swim was the easiest to him (I’m not sure I agree with him), that
most people can backstroke 1.2 miles, it’s the 56 on a bike and the running
13.1 that is the hard part. LOL For once
I do agree that it was definitely the hard part for me at this race. I limped to get my bike out of transition
after sitting around the pool for around an hour and loaded it up.
As I sat in my
hotel room which had a window that I could see out while sitting on the bed, I
reflected over the race. Check out my
view…
Therefore, again I
say.. EVERY race is different. You never
know what challenges you might face. I
hope when you are faced with them you will either have that will power to push
through or you’ll have an angel save you.
I was blessed to have Ashley appear during the run segment of the
race. God certainly knows what we need when we need it. Often during the half
marathon I was hearing the song in my head by Lauren Daigle, “Trust in you”.
If you don't know the song...check it out.. click link.
I
wanted God to remove that mountain of cramps, but instead he was saying just
trust me… you’ll finish. I praised him
for that finish when I was done!
I kind of wish I hadn’t waited too late to
register for the half in Chattanooga so I would maybe have 2 official “70.3 distances”,
but happy having one 70.3 and one 69.1 under my belt. I didn’t want all that training I put in for
Augusta (my first) to go to waste and get two while I had a good base. Training for a half ironman takes a lot of time. You must spend most every weekend doing a
long run and a long bike. Not to mention
the countless hours during the week swimming, running, & biking.
Now I plan to take
off a couple of weeks and also see what this MRI shows. I’m trusting GOD to let me accept whatever
knowledge we learn from the results. I
hope I can continue to run, but I know there is many more important things in
life. I think my body needs a break anyway. I’m not signed up for any big races until
November and it’s just a half marathon so maybe by then I’ll be as good as new. OR .. know I know I can walk a half... as long as there is no time limit.. :>) You know me... I'll be doing something...some where... it's not my norm sit still long. :>)
Probably one of the coolest medals I have. Guess I can tape over the 1.2 swim part. :<>)
Oh Lord you've been good to me! I thank you every day for allowing me to do the things I've done. Amen
I leave you with one more awesome song... BTW I LOVE KLOVE radio!
Even If... Mercy Me.. click link.
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