I was feeling great come race morning. Ate my breakfast and headed to the start. They had a great service where guys were pumping up tyres so I did that and started slathering on the 50+ suncream. I was feeling very relaxed and couldn’t wait to get out there!
The swim was in the Tempe town lake which was quite big, but the water was very brown from all the dust. It was impossible to see anything which caused some problems as you would swim on top of someone before you knew they were there. I paid the price when I did that and got a sharp kick in the ribs which winded me and made me suck in some rather yucky tasting water. It slowed me down but I stayed calm and kept going. About 10 mins later a rather enthusiastic guy managed to rip my goggles off despite them being under my swim cap! I had to stop because I was so scared of losing a contact lens which would have made racing very interesting indeed. All of these things added time and put a dent in my confidence. I didn’t enjoy the swim and it became about just getting to the end.
I got out, ran what seems to be miles through transition and did a full change into cycling gear. We had a nasty head wind on the way out that kept me at 20km/hr or below, but saw me cruising back in at 45-50km/hr on the return leg in places. It made it very difficult to know how I was going given I was expending so much energy on the way out. By the 3rd lap the wind had become a cross wind so I lost the advantage of having the tail wind to push me home. It was very disappointing to see so much drafting going on. At one stage I had a pack of 15 riders go past me. I can understand that it is tempting to jump onto the back of that and take shelter from the wind but personally I can’t do it. It is cheating and just because lots of people are doing it doesn’t make it right.
I was feeling pretty good on the ride but was losing a few minutes each lap so was dropping time off my target. I wasn’t worried about the run but it was in the back of my mind that my legs were going to have a tough time simply because you never stop pedalling on the bike because it is flat. On hilly courses at least the legs get a rest descending.
I wasn’t having any problems eating so stuck to my nutrition plan 100% of eating every 20 mins and was keeping hydrated. The 3rd lap was tough but I was pleased coming off the bike. I had a bit of a fumble getting off the bike so ended up with one shoe on and the other on the bike. That was minor compared to the stories I heard later of people crashing into the barriers, and others into the bike catchers! There were bike catchers who take your bike from you which really helps so my transition times were pretty fast.
I grabbed my run bag and was very lucky to have 2 volunteers helping me so was in and out in no time including a full change into run shorts and top. First lap of the 3 lap run was OK with only a couple of guys passing me. About halfway on the first lap the lead guy came past which kept it interesting. Towards the end of the first lap I had 2 pro women go past. It was hard not knowing what place I was in and starting the 2nd lap even harder to know if the women I was passing were on their 1st or 2nd lap. I started feeling sick on the 2nd lap and felt like I had a huge lump in my stomach. I had never experienced anything like it. The 4 immodium plus I had taken over the course of the day gave me the confidence to keep eating gels because I knew I was going to have to keep running to pull some places in.
I saw the Dutchman who told me I had a couple of girls up ahead which got me moving again. I was running the aid stations because I didn’t trust that if I stopped I could start again I was feeling so ill. I caught this woman and sat behind her for a couple of hundred metres summoning the strength to go past her when one of her supporters told her she was in 3rd place in her age group (40-45) and she put the hammer down. I went with her but could feel myself starting to redline so I pulled back and let her go. I was passing a lot of people despite how I was feeling and starting the 3rd lap I knew I was going to have to really pull it out of the bag.
There was a girl from my age group who caught me and went past me so quickly I just knew she was headed for home. I was still about 7km out and knew I wouldn’t be able to sustain that pace for that long. I am pleased to say her and the other woman mentioned above were the only non female pros who passed me on the run.
I had picked my point in my reccie run where I would start to hammer it home and it was around 5km out. I was passing so many people I would just focus on one and draw strength from them each time I went by. I had been racing for more than 10 hours by this stage, I was having to swallow back vomit because I was so sick and my mind was wandering thinking of the most random things. I was counting people, my steps, trees, anything just to stay focused on keeping speed and getting to that finish line.
That last stretch along the lake was awful. I just went for it telling myself that the faster I ran the sooner I would be home. Turning left to go up the chute was more of a relief than an amazing feeling I usually get from racing and I pushed the last 200m thinking that someone was going to pass me. I must have stopped my watch by accident during the race because I my watch said 10.40, but the clock said 10.52. I started to cry with sheer exhaustion, frustration and self pity because I wasn’t even close to the goal I had set myself. I was in top shape and yet had done a better time in Austria 5 months earlier.
The Dutchman was amazing and gave me a hug despite me stinking and being rather wet and sticky. I felt like a bit of a pratt when this woman came over to me and congratulated me saying what a great time I had achieved. It did make me stop crying and appreciate a lot of people were still out there and would love to have a 10.52 time.
I felt very agitated about the entire race in the days following and was quite emotional about it simply because I had invested so much in the 1 race and I really don’t know what went wrong. Everyone I talk to says that you have bad days, but why was my bad day on the most important race day of the year for me?
It has taken me some time to write about the race and to work through it and come out the other side with the lessons learnt. Doing 4 ironman races in 15 months is a lot to put your body through, but from that I have fantastic endurance. The thing that I have forgotten how to do is race at speed. So, 2009 is about the need for speed. I am not going to chase a Kona placing this year but instead focus on getting faster over shorter distance and then applying that to longer distance. I know I can be a better triathlete.
The swim was in the Tempe town lake which was quite big, but the water was very brown from all the dust. It was impossible to see anything which caused some problems as you would swim on top of someone before you knew they were there. I paid the price when I did that and got a sharp kick in the ribs which winded me and made me suck in some rather yucky tasting water. It slowed me down but I stayed calm and kept going. About 10 mins later a rather enthusiastic guy managed to rip my goggles off despite them being under my swim cap! I had to stop because I was so scared of losing a contact lens which would have made racing very interesting indeed. All of these things added time and put a dent in my confidence. I didn’t enjoy the swim and it became about just getting to the end.
I got out, ran what seems to be miles through transition and did a full change into cycling gear. We had a nasty head wind on the way out that kept me at 20km/hr or below, but saw me cruising back in at 45-50km/hr on the return leg in places. It made it very difficult to know how I was going given I was expending so much energy on the way out. By the 3rd lap the wind had become a cross wind so I lost the advantage of having the tail wind to push me home. It was very disappointing to see so much drafting going on. At one stage I had a pack of 15 riders go past me. I can understand that it is tempting to jump onto the back of that and take shelter from the wind but personally I can’t do it. It is cheating and just because lots of people are doing it doesn’t make it right.
I was feeling pretty good on the ride but was losing a few minutes each lap so was dropping time off my target. I wasn’t worried about the run but it was in the back of my mind that my legs were going to have a tough time simply because you never stop pedalling on the bike because it is flat. On hilly courses at least the legs get a rest descending.
I wasn’t having any problems eating so stuck to my nutrition plan 100% of eating every 20 mins and was keeping hydrated. The 3rd lap was tough but I was pleased coming off the bike. I had a bit of a fumble getting off the bike so ended up with one shoe on and the other on the bike. That was minor compared to the stories I heard later of people crashing into the barriers, and others into the bike catchers! There were bike catchers who take your bike from you which really helps so my transition times were pretty fast.
I grabbed my run bag and was very lucky to have 2 volunteers helping me so was in and out in no time including a full change into run shorts and top. First lap of the 3 lap run was OK with only a couple of guys passing me. About halfway on the first lap the lead guy came past which kept it interesting. Towards the end of the first lap I had 2 pro women go past. It was hard not knowing what place I was in and starting the 2nd lap even harder to know if the women I was passing were on their 1st or 2nd lap. I started feeling sick on the 2nd lap and felt like I had a huge lump in my stomach. I had never experienced anything like it. The 4 immodium plus I had taken over the course of the day gave me the confidence to keep eating gels because I knew I was going to have to keep running to pull some places in.
I saw the Dutchman who told me I had a couple of girls up ahead which got me moving again. I was running the aid stations because I didn’t trust that if I stopped I could start again I was feeling so ill. I caught this woman and sat behind her for a couple of hundred metres summoning the strength to go past her when one of her supporters told her she was in 3rd place in her age group (40-45) and she put the hammer down. I went with her but could feel myself starting to redline so I pulled back and let her go. I was passing a lot of people despite how I was feeling and starting the 3rd lap I knew I was going to have to really pull it out of the bag.
There was a girl from my age group who caught me and went past me so quickly I just knew she was headed for home. I was still about 7km out and knew I wouldn’t be able to sustain that pace for that long. I am pleased to say her and the other woman mentioned above were the only non female pros who passed me on the run.
I had picked my point in my reccie run where I would start to hammer it home and it was around 5km out. I was passing so many people I would just focus on one and draw strength from them each time I went by. I had been racing for more than 10 hours by this stage, I was having to swallow back vomit because I was so sick and my mind was wandering thinking of the most random things. I was counting people, my steps, trees, anything just to stay focused on keeping speed and getting to that finish line.
That last stretch along the lake was awful. I just went for it telling myself that the faster I ran the sooner I would be home. Turning left to go up the chute was more of a relief than an amazing feeling I usually get from racing and I pushed the last 200m thinking that someone was going to pass me. I must have stopped my watch by accident during the race because I my watch said 10.40, but the clock said 10.52. I started to cry with sheer exhaustion, frustration and self pity because I wasn’t even close to the goal I had set myself. I was in top shape and yet had done a better time in Austria 5 months earlier.
The Dutchman was amazing and gave me a hug despite me stinking and being rather wet and sticky. I felt like a bit of a pratt when this woman came over to me and congratulated me saying what a great time I had achieved. It did make me stop crying and appreciate a lot of people were still out there and would love to have a 10.52 time.
I felt very agitated about the entire race in the days following and was quite emotional about it simply because I had invested so much in the 1 race and I really don’t know what went wrong. Everyone I talk to says that you have bad days, but why was my bad day on the most important race day of the year for me?
It has taken me some time to write about the race and to work through it and come out the other side with the lessons learnt. Doing 4 ironman races in 15 months is a lot to put your body through, but from that I have fantastic endurance. The thing that I have forgotten how to do is race at speed. So, 2009 is about the need for speed. I am not going to chase a Kona placing this year but instead focus on getting faster over shorter distance and then applying that to longer distance. I know I can be a better triathlete.
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Hi Carolyn,
I followed your race on Ironmanlive on last november and having followed your blog for a while I realised how disappointed you must have been. On the plus side it sounds as though you have come up with a great plan for 2009 and will be better than ever. I look forward to reading about your successful races this year.
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