Training started in early January. It started out not so bad, but the bikes and runs started adding up. I was so busy, with limited daylight hours, a full time job, horses, BOD duties, a dog with cancer and a husband and family members that I regularly get to enjoy time with. Some days I was not sure which way I was going. And there were many early season sessions on the trainer watching movies J I just knew I needed to stick to the plan and be ready to modify if need be. And some days, I did! But the hours did add up and the stresses took its toll….just ask my husband how many times I did not clean nor do laundry nor go shopping nor did I cook J
But I can say I was truly blessed to have one heck of a strong support crew! Not only did I have fabulous coach and training friends, but I also had a committed family supporting me and my goal – 150% and then some. My coach understood that some days I would have to stay longer at work or to take care of the horses and the double or triple workouts that I had planned may not get done. She also knew that I could get a case of the “FI’s” as I call them….and although that was not optimal, that was ok – life does happen. My goal was to finish the best I could. I did not “really” have a time goal, only the expectation that I did the best that ”I” could do…this saying stayed with me all season as I trained….
May 1st was quickly approaching and Bassman was my first race of the year. It was a half iron in New Jersey that I had on my schedule. Right off on the bike, I felt something in my lower hamstring, upper part of my calf start to ache. I ignored it, but it was persistent. I was very happy to actually finish the bike and get on the run, just so my leg would stop nagging. The ride home I realized something was still sore, but fortunately it didn’t continue much past that day, but I remember the pain and the swelling.
I ran my half marathon, the following weekend. It was a great day. I actually felt like I could run! Yea, that was me just saying that – I was starting to enjoy running J
Two weeks later, I completed my longest ride of the season. 109 miles. Curdy and a few of us rode down to ride the Eagleman course. Ken and I got to ride it twice. I got to stop at about the half way mark, top off my fluids, stretch and repeat the loop. Have to say, I hated Egypt Rd that day….
Training continued, Madalyn and I met a few times to go on our long rides, often taking 5-7 hours because we got lost so many times L but we got it done…I got to ride with Kopper on his easy days. He was the 4th BATC member signed up for 2011. The journey and camaraderie with all of my friends made it so much more than just “training” for a race.
I am sure I could have trained harder, I am sure I could have done more hill repeats, and more longer bricks and longer rides and more runs etc…but every person has a limit on what they can jam in a day/week/month/year etc…and you have to find “your” balance. It was nice to take the time to be with others who were having the same difficulties as me. They had the same hunger all the time the same blisters on their rear end, the same uncomfortable saddle issues, the same nutritional problems, the plethora of running shoe problems and the same number of tire problems as you (although I don’t think that even all of us combined had as many tire problems as Ken).
Eagleman was here…. Kopper, Ken and I all had EM on our calendars and Madalyn had Rev3 and everyone had goals!
Eagleman has love hate relationship with many people. The swim is often choppy, the bike course is often windy and the run course is often hotter than Hades, but it’s a wonderfully run event and it’s close by so you just do it.
My swim was not so hot, I never really got into my groove and well, that’s ok – you just keep swimming. And this was supposed to be a day to work on my bike and my run. So I kept swimming, and as I was getting out of the water I put my foot down to go stand up and I felt my calf blow. It just went ping on both sides of my leg. Being the bone head that I can be, I just kept running out of the water and into transition to get on my bike. It hurt like heck, but I convinced myself that as soon as I got on the bike it would go away. I could stretch it, and get whatever it was to go away. I can tell you it was no cramp, and there was no stretching it.
As each mile passed, my calf got worse. It started to fill up with fluid, it became immobile and I could not stretch, stand nor move it. I couldn’t even wiggle my toes. So by mile 15ish, I started looking for trees, bridges, or something that I could ride up too so I could get off…AHH, AN OFFICIAL! I found him at about mile 21 and screamed “CATCH ME” I think he thought I had to be kidding, but I was not. He caught me, and helped me to get off my bike.
After finally getting back to the medical tent the Dr said that I had blown my Gastronemus and my Soleus and that I probably needed to be immobilized with one of those boots. I really thought he had to be kidding. He must have known that I was entered in Lake Placid and this was a cruel joke? Yeah, no…he was serious.
The next day, I hopped on the phone with an Orthopedic and said I needed him to look at me ASAP. He did and he said he really had his doubts. But, he listened to me and the next day I started PT. In between not finishing the race and calling for Dr’s the overwhelming response of caring friends asking “what happened” had taken place. I had a very good friend, Ken Cote tell me that I had to go see Christina Lewis from Towson Sports Medicine. I thank him for reaching out and urging me to go see her, because I am not sure anyone else would have been able to find the perfect balance that she did. Since Chris is a Triathlete and a multiple Ironman finisher she knew first hand of the investment that I had already made and was willing to keep trying to get me to Lake Placid! I continued having PT 3 times a week every week until Lake Placid. Slowly I started to feel my leg get better and stronger. She kept reminding me “don’t overdo it…it’s not really healed. If it tears again, you won’t be doing anything for quite a while.”
My longest ride post Eagleman was 28 miles and my longest walk/run was 6 mi….clearly falling waaaayyyy short of my “optimal” training time and effort. But that’s all I was cleared to do and really all that I felt I could do. I watched all my friends go on long rides and runs and sat in agony because I wanted so badly to be out there with them…but I had to wait and heal and I had to be a good patient. Ugh.
About two weeks out, I spoke with Stacy and my family and made the call, I was going to Lake Placid and I was going to go as far as I could go until they dragged me off the course. I was aware of all the cut off times and knew what I had to do if I was going to finish.
It was time to go. We packed up all of our stuff (even the crutches just in case), and we were loaded to the brim. We went up in a caravan. Ken and Krista drove up in one car and Curdy and I drove up in our car. After a few hours we would have a Chinese fire drill and swap passengers. Krista taking naps in each rotation.
Arriving in Lake Placid we immediately got situated at our house and started to get re-organized. We did a little exploring and had some more fun catching up with all the people we knew who were up there. Slowly our house started to fill up with everyone who was staying with us. Colin randomly popped in one day to say Hi! So did many others.
Saturday before the race, we double checked our special needs bags, took our bikes to transition and our bags to our drop off spots, and we were ready….
Race day morning came and at 3 am Ken, Kopper and I were all up ready for coffee and breakfast. Our laughter woke everyone up in the house, but I think it was good because none of us were nervous. We were ready to get out and race and continue our voyage together.
Kopper had already said he was starting front left. Ken and I were starting front right and Madalyn said she knew of the perfect clear space in the middle. We went to our perspective starting places and waited for the gun to go off. We all had very different swims. Mine was clear, smooth and about as good as I could have hoped for. I didn’t spot once, barely got bumped around and really just got to enjoy it. I relaxed and swam in the pockets and caught a draft wherever I could. My calf didn’t ping, I got out of the water on the first lap and said, hey I get to do lap two….how exciting! My second lap, I got right in on the cable and it was soooo cool! I could feel the vortex that all the other swimmers had created. I loved it! I didn’t get bumped around too much and poof, my swim was over and done!
I got into T1 and there was Melinda! I had actually forgotten that many of the women who came up were going to be volunteers in T1 and T2. I was happy to see a familiar face. She said “bye bye” and out of T1 I went…onto the bike. Stacy said, “One lap at a time”. And that’s what I did. I took my time. Mile 7 I heard a funny noise, looked all around. Couldn’t figure out what it was? About an hour in, I realized OHHHH; those were my salt tabs that fell out. Whoops! I asked a gal on course if she had some extra salt tabs and she too forgot to pack hers and she was licking hers out. Ha-ha. I saw Ken out on the course and a few other people that I knew. They all looked like they were having good go’s.
While out on the bike course on Rte. 86 there was an SUV with giant speakers pulled out – Alicia Keys/JayZ’s Empire State of Mind was playing…wow that hit the spot and really helped! I just loved hearing it and seeing all the spectators and all of the volunteers at the aid stations REALLY helped to break up my ride. It flew by. It was one distraction after the next. After the Cherry’s and before the Bear’s I saw Mike Schwing on the side of the road…so nice to see a familiar/friendly face! And then it was up and over the Bears. Team Madalyn was all there, screaming and cheering for me too…so nice to get that push and extra support! Then it was off to special needs pick up whatever it was I may need, cause I finished lap 1!!!!
I had planned ahead knowing my stomach that I probably would not want my normal mixture so I modified my drinks so I could mix up what I thought my stomach would tolerate for lap 2. Yea, I drank the Perform. But I knew it had sodium and I knew I was lacking in that department from my drop off on mile 7. So, I combined it with my mixture and kept drinking. I knew I hated the flavor of it, but that my stomach would tolerate it, so I went with it…after all I made the cut off for the first loop and I just needed to finish the second by 5:30 pm.
The second loop felt slower than the first, but I wasn’t having any pain in my bad calf….
I made it! I passed Mike again and then there was Team Madalyn. Melinda and Colin were screaming, “You got this” at the top of their lungs as I came up Pappa bear….yea, I did J
Off to T2….there was Stacy. Pheww, I was glad to see her. All she wanted to know was “are you ok, how you feelingly?” that and she was just happy to see me. Quick change of clothes, and right into my baggy for some salt tabs! I knew I needed them. Stacy assured me all I had to do was walk…I could finish!
And off I went for my “walk”. Apparently while on the bike a blister started to develop on the bottom of my foot. I also had an upset tummy. I saw Kopper out on the course first. He and I walked a bit together, and then he needed to press on. But it was nice of him to stop, say hi and chat. I got to see Ken and Madalyn and a few other people while out there too. After settling my stomach down I started to actually be able to run a bit. Not much cause that calf started to bug me, but I went back and forth between sore calf (the good one, not the bad one) and sore foot and then doing the math in my head….I can make the cut off if I walk…but I wanted to run a bit. What’s a little more pain? I did not care. I was going to finish if half the skin on my foot fell off and if both calves started to bother me….I was that determined.
On my last lap coming up the hill I heard this scream…it was Melinda – she was so happy and I think relieved to find me that she started alerting everyone via text message that I was ok and I was going to finish. Stacy was there too. In the back of my mind I was scared to death that I was going to get DQ’ed for having my cheerleaders being on the course with me – but they were only there for a few seconds and I did not. The course at Lake Placid is a little sneaky. You think you are home. Then you have to turn right and go back down another road for your last mile or so. For some reason it did not bother me at the time, but in hindsight I say, that was sneaky! But I went over the last timing mat and I headed back to the High School to FINISH!!!
I could hear the crowds and I could see the lights. I could hear Mike Reilly announcing everyone’s name as an Ironman finisher and all of a sudden my foot did not hurt, but calf did not hurt and all the pain was gone! Just as I turned to enter the stadium I saw Rob Tisch (another friend who had already completed his first IM). As I entered the stadium I saw Curdy and Daun and Stacy. Daun wanted a hug, but there was no way I was stopping. He and Stacy ran around the track on the outside as I came into the finishers shoot. It was amazing seeing the crowds and hearing them cheer for everyone just as we did last year.
And, I finished! Anything is possible!
Leslie, Courtney, Lisa and Stacy were all right there! Hugs all around.
Once I crossed I got my finisher’s medal, hat and shirt. I got some water and headed to get some food….I ran into Colin too. We were both so excited! I was actually starved so I did not linger long. I hoovered two slices of pizza like they were air.
Curdy, Ken, Stacy, Kopper & Kelly all came to find me at the food station. I got to call my parents who were so exhausted, but so happy to hear from me. They knew I was ok…I had completed my goal. It was wonderful to have finished, and to have had such support! Thank you all for taking this awesome journey with me! The big question people have asked….will you do it again? ABSOLUETLY!!!