I truly don’t remember how we decided on Ironman California, although it was closer to me (since I’d moved to Arizona), than it was to Paul in Illinois. I believe the race was the first week of May, 2001 – which is crazy because I was getting married in Omaha 4 weeks later.
I will say that training without a partner is not easy. Long bike rides by yourself, and laps in the pool by yourself are no joy. While you can’t really chat in the pool anyway, it’s nice to have someone motivating you to go each day. Running, on the other hand, I can do alone each and every time. I think that’s because I can never find someone to run with who’s as fast as I am. (I mean that both ways. Some guys aren’t as fast as I am – they’re faster).
I would say the training consisted mainly of weekend bike rides, running, and using the stairmaster at the gym. While I did swim, I didn’t get tons of swimming in – but I remember swimming for an hour without issue thinking I would certainly be able to finish that leg of it.
To some degree Phoenix is a good place to train. In Phoenix proper there are big hills, greenways and long, empty roads. But in another context – the long empty roads were likely very, very flat. And to get to the trailhead anywhere you wanted to go – you had to ride Phoenix’s mean streets.
By the time we got to race day, I felt pretty well prepared. I’d gotten shin splints and had hurt me knee in the two months prior, so my running was down to 3 and 5 miles – but I really wasn’t worried about the marathon. That, I thought, would be the easy part.




