After we checked in our bikes we participated in the athlete meeting then headed back to the hotel. Our family and friends and 1 of our coaches, Melanie, were due to arrive at the hotel. We planned an early dinner then early to bed. Everyone arrived and I was glad to see Hubs and Cass. Incidentally it was Cass’ birthday!
I finally made it to bed by 10:40 (also not in my race plan).
Thankfully I got up at 4am without issue. Everything was ready to go and I felt way better than I did the night before. We made it timely to the race site and setup smoothly in transition. I checked and rechecked everything and headed out to meet up with Melanie and Jim to start eating my breakfast. I knew it was going to be important after not eating much the night before. I was able to get everything down except 1 banana and ½ of my Ezekiel muffin. It would have to do.
|Me, Hombre (my training partner) & Denise|
The Full Iron wave started and we noticed there were many people wading through the water because it was so shallow – it was curious to see. When it was time for my wave to start, I was super excited and not really nervous anymore. I felt good and knew that today was going to be a good day no matter what. I knew my training and best effort would get me through to the Finish and that it wasn’t a question of “If?” only a question of “When?” I was the 2nd pink cap in the water I “claimed my space” in the very front of the pink. By the time they got us all together in the water they told us we could swim inside the buoys (because the water-level in the lake was so shallow), but that we had to go outside of and turn around the corner buoys. I decided I would swim a straight line from buoy-to-buoy. No cutting or adding distance. I came there to swim, not walk. And swim I did!
|Hombre, me & Denise|
|Hubs, me and Cass|
In the end I gave it my best, smart, effort. My nutrition was great and really, I wouldn't change thing -- except practice more on hills pre-race! Everyone was very friendly on the course and very encouraging. Several athletes commented to me about having a good ride, which made me feel strong. My first lap was done somewhere around 1:40 and the 2nd lap quite a bit longer for a total ride time of 3:46 for 14.9 mph average. I was really hoping for 16, and was surprised how badly the 10 mph climbs impacted my overall average speed. But now I know what I need: more hill training if I’m going to do Redman again. As bad as that second lap left my inner thighs burning, I was still having fun, and having my pink tutu wrist band was a great reminder to stay present and really enjoy what I was doing… and I did just that.
I came off the bike and made another 4 minute transition to the run. Here’s where I started to get a little nervous and really had to dig deep to keep it together because I realized I was still on track to finish under 8 hours. I pushed through the first 3 miles struggling to keep my intervals. My legs were spent, but I just kept saying, “They’re going to feel better in a little bit.” Melanie greeted me on the run and it was nice to see her smile! I really missed seeing everyone on the bike! It had gotten hotter by now and there really wasn’t any cloud cover. My 139 HR felt like 160 and I knew I wouldn’t last at that rate, but I just kept trying different things to get everything in check. Eventually I figured that power-walking for 4 minutes and slowing down for a minute was covering more distance, faster than my running was at the moment (Thanks for planting the idea Cathy!!!) Plus, I could keep that going for a while. I figured when I got to the part of the course with some shade I could try to run again, and it would get cooler too and work in my favor. In the meantime that chafe from the swim came back to haunt me with a vengeance. It didn’t bother me on the bike, but it was screaming mad on the run. I had to stop at every aid station after about mile 4 for Vaseline and fresh sponges to pack and hold under my arm as I ran. Let me tell you, that chafe hurt worse than any single part of my body.
I can’t even tell you how good it felt to see friends and family on the course. I know they thought I wasn’t having a good time (they all say I get too serious, but that is my happy-pretty race face!). In my head I was thinking back to my very first tri, a relay, at which I was 300 lbs and I rode a bike on the Danskin bike course (very much like the Redman course this year!), but now I was going 56 miles and not 12! Plus, I swam before and now was running too? How freakin’ lucky was I to be able to get my health in a place that I could make the choice to do this!
I was still tending to my chafe at every station and one v’teer commented on my pink tu-tu bracelet while helping me. I told her what it was about, and about our loss of Elysha. Even though it made her cry, sharing was a good reminder for me as to enjoy the day and not forget to have fun. Elysha would have been reminding me at me to lighten up!
On the last 3 miles I was able to pick-up and run again, but was delayed by GI issues. I had to stop 2.5 miles from the Finish to “address” them, which was kind of a bummer, but after, I was feeling much better. I saw Mel and she pretty much helped run me in. Still though running at a HR of anything more than 139 was leaving me feeling dizzy and light-headed – probably because I had no more electrolytes in me. Mel tried to get me to eat. I did choke 3 dry pretzels down though! I just couldn’t drink anymore; my stomach had it.
I have to say Mel and Chris have a unique sense of humor. The things they say/ask/do to get you feeling more optimistic at a given point in time is sometimes insane, but it generally works. Mel tried with “So what’s next on your schedule?” Or something like that, I said “Nothing!” I wasn’t playing along. Really, I was trying not to become overwhelmed with emotion and lose focus, because I knew I didn’t have far to go. Mel is so encouraging with, “You’re going to finish, it’s going to be great!” “Look at you; you’re doing it!” “I’m so proud of you!” All I wanted to do is stop and cry! But you know no one can breathe, cry and run simultaneously! I even had to shew her off a couple times to pull myself together because she is the best at making an already emo girl all weepy when she’s about to accomplish the biggest thing she’s ever done in her life! Gotta love their optimism, and I do!
|My Daughter Cassie and me!|
You might think this is end of the story, however…
I could go on about how it took 7 people in the medical tent to tend to my chafe burn. Really, it was 7! I counted!!
Or, about how I lost it and boo-hoo’d when they didn’t have a women’s Finisher’s shirt left. Really? Really. In their defense, they did take my name and address to send me one – they were short overall.
|The Happy Finishers and Coach|
Hombre, Melanie, Me and Denise
Or the guy from transition who remembered I was the women who boo-hoo’d because she didn’t get a women’s Finisher’s shirt, and nicely offered to fetch me a men’s shirt, so I’d have something to wear that night (I still get my pink Finisher’s shirt too). He rocks!
Or all the volunteers who were awesome, friendly and supportive… and sooooo many of them! They really were fantastic! One told me, “Redman is the longest day of the year for me, but I wouldn’t give it up for anything.”
But, really, there was the text I received at 4am the next morning, when the race day alarm I set, was never disabled. I couldn’t help but look at my texts and saw I had a new one from a number that was unknown!
“According to the results BAM as a first place finisher:
Donna T., Athena-Master!”
|Me and my BF, Beth|