There’s not a lot to say about the second bike loop. More hills – more painful hills. But it wasn’t until mile 91 that I allowed myself to walk up the hills again. But at 91 I had no choice and unfortunately my getting off the bike to walk was a turning point.
Up until now I was pretty sure that I could make up a lot of time on the marathon and still have a respectable time. But at mile 91 I gave up inside. I decided I just wanted to finish. I was beaten in terms of racing.
Having walked up the hills to save my knee, the clips on my bike shoes got gnarled and no longer fit into the clips on my pedals. For the remaining 31 miles I got to peddle without locking my shoes in and so I had to press with my midfoot, not my toe. The midfoot of my shoe was slippery so many times it slipped off.
But somehow I finished the last 31 miles to my family and friends waiting. Now, a long time beyond my goal finish – I was to start the marathon. But now without a trip to the medical tent to get my knee iced and bandaged. That took 23 minutes – but I left being able to run.
At mile 7 I caught up with Paul, who was on his second loop. I really wish I could have been there to see him finish his first Ironman, but my knees were holding him back and I had to tell him to move on. Then at mile 9 I discovered that my running had transitioned to run/walking and then finally to walk/jogging.
Fortunately, there were aid stations every .9 miles or so. Water, gatorade, oranges, potatoes, coke, chicken soup, vaseline for blisters – very nice indeed.
I made it to the turn around at mile 13 when my brother and his wife decided to head out on the course with me for support. It was 8 pm – or something like that. I was tired, achy and actually getting sleepy. My legs ached – but they kept me going. (My brother will tell you a different story that includes loopiness, hallucinations, and crazy thoughts.)
At 11:00 pm with only an hour left to finish the race we started looking at the clock and pick up the pace. Then with .6 miles to go I see my dad in the distance in the dark. I can sense his nervousness and know that time is looming.
Can I make it the remaining distance in 12 minutes? We pick up the pace a bit before we see the Marines that march in at midnight. They’re already in formation, doing their cadence and heading for the finish line.
I’m urged to run, by everyone and so I do (if you can call that running). With about 400 yards to go, I pass the Marines and head to the finish line. It’s 11:53 when I hit the stretch. The bandstands are filled with people just yelling and cheering for every competitor. IT was quite dramatic.
At 11:53:56, I cross the finish line, accomplish my goal and complete my first Ironman. It wasn’t the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen, but I finished.
At 11:00 a.m. I was pretty much done. At 1:30 PM finishing wasn’t going to be a problem, but it was going to be slow. At 8: PM, I was tired but heading to the finish line. Finally, at 11:50 PM, I was rushing to make it in time for the t-shirt. If it wasn’t for my brother and sister-in-law, my friends Clint, Paul and Paul’s family, my parents and Marcia, I’m not sure Saturday would have ended up so triumphantly. Thanks guys.





