I haven't blogged much the past several years. I've typically reserved posts lately for milestones, like races and other life events - not so much training. But tonight, as I went on my last longer run before the NYC Marathon I decided it was time to get this off my chest.
When my mom had breast cancer in 2003 my dad was in pieces. I remember being there for him and like to think I contributed to him holding it together as my mom went through her chemo. The other person who helped him get through this time was none other than Lance Armstrong. My dad wasn't the fittest guy alive. He had slightly high cholesterol and starting riding the stationary bike before work that summer. In July 2003 Lance was pursuing his 5th Tour title --- my dad would wake up before the sun, turn on the tour, and before he left for his day would proudly tell my mom that he "rode with Lance." Lance was more than just an incredible athlete --- he truly represented hope for my dad. Hope - that my mom would live out a healthy life and that the cancer and chemo wouldn't suck the life out of her permanently.
While I of course knew who Lance was - I hadn't yet discovered my passion for cycling. I was at the beginning stage of my music career and at the time was incredibly obsessed with hockey. But I loved that my dad had found an outlet and somebody to inspire him. Thankfully, my mom - after long months of chemo and a double mastectomy would make a full recovery. And now that it's been several years we can call her "cured."
In an ironic twist my dad would suffer a massive stroke on January 24, 2006. Later that year we discovered the stroke had been caused by a Gliobastoma - an extremely aggressive brain tumor. He died on January 14, 2007.
Later that year I found a way to deal with my grief more productively than just moping my way through life. I found running by way of the Dean Karnazes film I was hired to score. Even though my dad was already gone, my new running obsession was "hope" for me the same way Lance was for my dad. After my 4th marathon in early 2009 I decided it was time to buy a bike. It wasn't long before I started being "Lance obsessed." I was lucky enough to do a massive charity ride with him in Los Angeles and saw him speak. And that year I was able to see his "Comeback 2.0." I saw him race the Tour of CA (and took the picture above!) You could have easily called me a junkie. He really hooked me on cycling, despite having missed the boat the first time around.
As I evolved as an endurance athlete I of course noticed the negative stigma in some circles that has surrounded Lance for years. Whether it's doping allegations or personal ones, it's been a hot topic for some time. But I find that this sort of attitude follows any public figure - haters are gonna hate. I had largely written it off - Lance was a hero to me.
The allegations of doping first really heated up two years ago - right as I was training for my first Ironman. I was troubled - but it was silly Floyd Landis making the accusations - a cyclist who was pretty easy to write off. A year later, when Tyler Hamilton came forward, that was harder. When it was rumored that Hincapie also came forward and testified I was pretty devastated and desperate for answers.
I bought and read the book "From Lance to Landis." It was so one sided that it almost felt biased, but although it was incredibly troubling, I still held out hope. I thought if there's even the slightest of possibilities that Lance is clean, I could hold out "hope." That is after all what he's represented to me and my dad all these years. His letter in August to USADA and his fans was convincing and heartfelt - and I somehow could see where he was coming from - I wore my Livestrong hat in defiance.
And here we are today. Even after 1,000 pages of USADA accusations (no, I haven't read it all) - after his sponsors running for the hills - after him leaving the charity he found - I'm still conflicted.
My brain knows Lance doped. The evidence seems insurmountable.
He hasn't came out in anger that his tour titles will likely be formally stripped in the coming weeks, that his sponsors have left him or that he was basically forced to resign from his own charity! All that is really left to do is confess. He's already been labeled the "disgraced cyclist," but he can't bring himself to do it.
So he doped. Lance Armstrong doped. I've got to convince my heart that it's true - and that all is ok in the world. He's human. Even if he "bullied" other athletes as the reports suggest - we all make bad choices - at least he's used his fame to do good for the thousands of families his foundation has supported. Hell, he supported my family just being him (well him and likely EPO) but especially because we didn't know it at the time, he provided the support we needed when we needed it.
It does no good for me to feel "cheated" as a fan. It was a tainted era. And there's no justice as it seems any of the runner ups were also doped up. It's sad that cycling went through its dark days and that we've got to have a fall guy. But when Lance dominated the sports biggest race for 7 years, how could he not be the fall guy? Sure, maybe he was the best doper too, but he was definitely the best cyclist.
Bryan Farhy, the leader of the Fireflies ride, summed it up for me on Facebook today "I don't care that Lance took drugs. He's done a hell of lot more good in this world than I have."
Couldn't have said it better myself.
So….Thanks for helping us when we needed you, Lance. You really did make a big difference for my dad and me.
Vinyl lettering...the water cage is made by Organic Bikes.
Gates Center Track. Made with grunts! (Gorilla reference)
My dropout mod to accommodate the belt. Basically an aluminum plate. There's a small part I machined with a file (I don't have a mill!) that supports the dropout where I cut it out.
The frame I'd guess cost only about $350 to make - bamboo, hemp and epoxy. The entire build would add another $300 or so. I love the way it rides, except for a little too much flex on the front end. But this isn't a long distance bike, nor a descending one. The belt is ultra smooth and the choice of 2 gears is really nice too.
This project was a huge undertaking. I'd guess 60 hours or more, and a whole lot of frustration. But perseverance is a good thing! The other thing: not as green as you'd think....I went through a whole box of latex gloves (100 pair!) and at least 10 rolls of electrical tape! That's a lot of waste.
And if I ever do this again, I'll likely look at getting (or making) a proper bike building jig!
So quick recap of the last several months, I did the hardest event of my life in the Solvang Double Century in March - http://app.strava.com/activities/5768879. Harder than an Ironman IMHO. Especially with the 30 miles of extreme headwind between miles 130 and 160. Yikes. Definitely a day I'd like to forget.
Since I've done very little formally, doing a lot of riding and running intermittently, interrupted by a 3 week long safari in Africa with my wife! Made a little video here:
Next up for me is a lot of riding, as I'll be doing the Fireflies West ride in a few weeks! It goes from SF to LA in 6 days. Should be amazing.
After that I'll be running the world in NYC on November 4th with my good friend Rodney.
Finally, my bamboo ride is complete....look for a post on that soon!
About 6 weeks ago I had the privilege to run with my dear friend Rodney and his wife Joelle as she took on her first 13.1 at the LA Rock n' Roll. Rodney is the guy who saved me from the top of Mount San Gorgonio 3 years back - great guy to say the least!
First off – if you want to read and see pics, continue. If you have 8 minutes, check out this video I shot on race day. I carried my GoPro along with me and cut it into a pretty neat little piece. Watch it in HD with the sound up if you can.
THE SHORT VERSION
This is a bit of a novella….so in short I had an amazingly
epic day! It was wonderful not caring
about time and just taking in the day and celebrating the unthinkable distance completed
at the finish. I feel as though I’ve
come full circle in honoring my father through endurance sports and I couldn’t
be more grateful for the opportunity to complete the most famous race in
triathlon. Thank you, Ironman Lottery. Hawaii was a special place for my dad and I –
I really felt his presence the whole trip, and especially on race day (and race
night!)
My Dad and I having fun in one of our
many Hawaii trips together.
THE ROAD TO KONA
The journey that was Ironman Kona really wraps up my 4 year
journey that started when my father passed away in 2007. That year, just a month before my first
marathon in early 2008, I somehow found the NBC special on Ironman Hawaii. In particular, during the 2007 special a man
named Scott Rigsby and his determination, not to mention his carbon fiber legs,
made an enormous impression on me. That
spirit that lies in each of the athletes is indeed infectious. The seed was planted then, and would slowly
grow over the course of a few years. Ironman
was insane to me at that time (it actually still is when I think about
it!) Running a marathon was my Everest then
– then the bar got raised to the Ironman.
I had the privilege of meeting Scott in
Kona.
Kona was always my “it” race. The famed finish of Ali’i Drive, my family’s
history in Hawaii, the list goes on. Knowing
how difficult to get in though, I quickly made the decision to realize my
Ironman dreams last year in France. And
what a day that was. I was basically
fulfilled. I made a deal with Julia that
I would start entering the Kona lottery, and if and when I ever got in, that
would be my next Ironman for awhile.
My journey to this point is actually summarized quite nicely
in an article written by Don Norcross on Ironman.com:
http://ironman.com/events/ironman/worldchampionship/kona2011/kona-preview-doing-kona-for-dad
class
Enough of the backstory – onto the juicy race details!
THE WEEK
I arrived last Sunday and was busy with the normal pre-race
week tasks, as well as some unusual ones, such as an interview with NBC! I tried to lay low as much as possible, but
it’s very tough as the excitement in town basically builds to a chorus
throughout the week. I swam most days, even
seeing my first ever Manta Ray on Thursday!
I also made several trips to the famous coffee boat. And Julia and I enjoyed taking part in the
“Underpants Run.” Don’t worry, no pics
of that! After the bike check in on
Friday, I retired to the room with some takeout pasta and basically rested up
as much as possible.
I somehow managed to be right behind
Chrissie Wellington at check in!
My ride was ready to go!
RACE DAY
I woke up Saturday at 4:00 AM and tried to consume as much
food as I possibly could. I then walked
over alone to body marking and to load up my bike with the necessary
nutrition. As I made the walk past the
finish line around the host hotel there was music gently coming through the
PA. Enya. It was such an interesting and amazing
choice. I remember being introduced to
Enya by my dad when I was a kid and sick with viral meningitis as a kid. Love her or hate her, there’s a very calming
effect to her music. In this context it
actually felt “anticipatory.” Amazing.
All marked up.
After I was finished pumping up my bike tires and loading it
with fluids I headed back to the hotel (just a short walk away) and hung out
with Julia and my mom for a bit. At 6 AM
I headed back to the start and got ready to go into the water. The pros had just headed out and it was our
turn to fill the bay with a mass of people.
Getting into that water was so exciting.
The nerves were amazing – there was electricity in the air. As I ventured in I was pulled aside by NBC
where they asked me to describe what I was feeling. I can honestly say I have no recollection of
what I told them - I was so freaked out and so excited at the same time.
I was most definitely nervous but couldn't ask for a more supportive wife!
Kissing mama goodbye for now.
THE SWIM
I lined up in the middle of the pack – I wanted that mass
start experience!
A shot from my GoPro before the canon.
Treading water for 15 minutes was a good warm up!
The canon went off and
the nerves turned into energy….we were off.
The mass swim start was somehow anti-climactic. At my previous Ironman in France last year I
had people grabbing me, trying to swim over me…here it was a much bigger area
and therefore more spread out. And usually
I’m a middle of the pack swimmer, but here, the World Championships, the field
is balanced differently – there are fewer average swimmers – so I had plenty of
room. I got myself into a rhythm, taking
my time.
That's me swimming from the chest mount!
I indeed carried my GoPro Video Camera on all three legs and
thoroughly enjoyed taking some video along the way. It definitely slowed me down, but since I
wasn’t here for time I didn’t care! I
even stopped and treaded water several times to try and get some above water
shots as well as shots of me swimming using the “GoPro Chesty Strap.”
I was literally smiling the entire swim and even shouted out
at random times under the water “I’m doing Ironman Kona!” I was so pumped and thrilled. Shortly after the turn around I was minding
my own business and a pair of dolphins and a baby swam underneath me! It was incredible. I was screaming! I stopped and watched them swim by. They were clearly on a mission going the
opposite direction. About 3 minutes
later I found my own swimming rhythm back.
Then the cavalry rocketed by! At
least a dozen spinner (dolphins) or more!
It was epic! I was going
ape-sh*t. What a dream. I had seen a manta ray earlier in the week on
a swim and am marveled that I could be in a race and be able to see
DOLPHINS! My day was already awesome and
I was only an hour into it!
You can barely make them out on the upper left.
They were much more exciting and clear in person!
As I approached the Kona Pier I reflected back on my
swim. In training, I can’t tell you what
a bear getting to my swim workouts are.
Since it’s the one “gimme” out of the three sports I tend to miss a lot
of swims and my races seldom suffer somehow.
But this swim was special. It
might as well have been snorkeling! I
hopped out of the water and got under the hoses, rinsed off, took a few gulps,
and got into my bike shoes. Before I
knew it, bike in hand, I headed for the bike mount line.
The swim exit.
THE BIKE
I hopped on and headed up Palani. An uphill right out of transition, it was
easy to spot Julia, wearing her “Ironmate” shirt and my mom with her “Ironmom”
shirt – my own personal cheering section.
They were as excited as I was! I
screamed at them, gave them the “hang loose” sign and carried on. Through the two loops through town (one out
and back that included a nice little climb) it was tough to get my heart rate
down – and I’m pretty sure it was mostly raw emotion, as I was not (yet!)
working hard. As I turned onto the
famous Queen K I took some deep breaths and tried to settle in.
Flashin' the "hang loose" to my wife and mom.
The Queen K is the long section of the course that goes all
the way out to the small town of Hawi, some 55 miles away. It’s by no means flat as it undulates its way
there with several fairly substantial rolling hills. My plan was to take it easy, and enjoy the
day. I seldom looked down at my Garmin,
and when I did I would try and mostly eye my heart rate and cadence, but
definitely snuck a peak at speed too. I
was going a little slower than I did in training, but it felt right so I stuck
to that same effort. I also really tried
to focus on hydration, downing the sports drink like crazy. That along with the salt tablets was really
working for me.
I was in an interesting place in the pack. Being a lottery winner I was with some men
who were a much older than me and also some women my mom’s age! It was amazing riding with the best of the
world – despite the fact they had like 30 years on me!
Long stretches of nothin' but lava.
Somewhere between 30 and 40 miles a convertible pulled up
beside me – the NBC crew! So bizarre
being the focus like that. They
basically interviewed me while on the bike and I did my best to give them what
they wanted. It was a trip! During the interview I got a glimpse of the
first pros on their way back to town. Amazing
to see the race develop in front of me!
It was hard to make out their faces, but it was amazing to see their
concentration as they battled each other through the cross winds.
I barely got out of the saddle. This was for the lens!
It was starting to get hot.
And windy. From what I hear the
wind was less this year than normal….but man it was tough! Climbing into Hawi the wind was completely in
your face with the occasional side gust.
It was impossible to hydrate during this time for fear of being blown
over. It was also a hot wind….so it
didn’t even cool me down! I was really
starting to be effected by the Kona sun.
The climb went on forever but I finally made the turn around. Shortly after I got more salt tablets and
gels out of my “special needs bag.” I
also peed – which was a good sign for hydration. I spent some time switching my GoPro camera
around for different angles and was on my way.
The decent out of Hawi was intense and exhilarating. I probably averaged about 35mph for that
section, although it was a bit scary with the crosswind. Sometimes it would really come out of
nowhere! There was obviously no way to
take in nutrition under these circumstances so I pulled over a few times to
change the camera, eat and drink.
Still happy despite the pain.
Finally making it back to the coast the wind was really
picking up. I had heard about this
section being particularly grueling. By
the time I hit mile 85 I was pretty cooked.
Hot. I would grab water from a
station and basically pour it all over myself.
I even tried stopping and having the volunteers shower me down but the
relief was short lived. One thing helped
a little more than others though: Coke.
I’m a big Dr Pepper fan, but nothing beats Coke on a bike or run. It’s AMAZING.
I didn’t have much on the bike, but just enough to get that twinkle in
my eyes back.
As far as I came to being unhappy the whole day.
Shortly before mile 90 I had something special to stop
for. Earlier in the week my mom and I
had driven the bike course. When we saw
the word “Ironman” spelled out in corral on the lava rock with a huge space
below and more corral in a pile nearby we went to work. It now read “Ironman 4 Eric.” I stopped, paid tribute to my dad and was on
my way back to town.
A little timelapse of my mom and I with the lavarock.
As I passed the airport I was a bit out of my mind. I saw two goats on the site of the road and
had to ask a cop at the next intersection if they had goats on the islands – I
thought I was hallucinating! Luckily he
nodded his head, “yes, they do have goats.”
Before I knew it I was turned back onto Palani and was again
greeted by my Ironmate and Ironmom. I
headed into transition hot, but so ready to get off that bike! I sure love the bike in general, but 112
miles in and out of the “aero position” and through wind, heat and hills is no
easy task – going for a nice little jog in paradise sounded like a good idea.
Julia about to cheer me in off the bike.
THE RUN
I took my time in T2.
A volunteer got me a cold towel to wipe my salty face down as he had the
thrill of applying more sunblock to my shoulders. Before long I was up out of the comfy chair
and off to tackle a marathon run. This is
crazy. Just 3 and a half years ago a
marathon was my Everest and now I was starting the 26.2 mile run after over 8
hours of swimming and cycling.
Excited to see the family after a 7 hour hiatus.
As I made my way up back up Palani I had my GoPro on a
telescoping pole. I saw Julia and my mom
and even stopped for a hug. Julia even
ended up running with me for a short bit.
As I turned down Ali’i Drive for the first long loop through town I
began to realize how tired I was. But
this is Ironman. Ironman Kona! Of course I was tired, the key for me was to
keep moving. And that I did. I tried to just walk the aid stations, which
is something I more or less kept to. I
ate some pretzels, coke and banana – but that was about all I could
handle. I talked to people, tried to
encourage those around me and tried to feed off the crowd. (Obviously) I’m a chatter box. I love interaction, especially in this
atmosphere. The spectators were
amazing. I loved egging them on and
seeing their reaction to my little GoPro camera. People loved it! Especially the other athletes – people could
not believe I brought it along….but why not?!
Yes it looked strange, but the video is gonna be sweet!
Shortly after the turnaround at about 6 miles I had my first
major problem of the race. It must have
been the heat, but my stomach turned. I’ll
spare any details, but for a short time I was worried I might be reduced to
walking the rest of the race.
Fortunately I was still able to maintain my slow jog but had to make
several more “stops” throughout the race.
Certainly not ideal, but I managed to remain positive the whole time,
and was partially excited and intrigued by the idea of running into the night.
(In France my race ended right as the sun was going down, so I didn’t get the
full nighttime experience!)
Yup, still happy even though my stomach wasn't.
As I passed Julia and my mom again at mile 10 or so I was
both excited and sad to have just 16 miles to go. This was the ultimate for me, to take part in
this race. And I was only three or so
hours from completion – in the blink of an eye it would be over! As I said goodbye to them for the last time
before the finish I ran up Palani – the steepest section of the course. The athletes going the opposite way instantly
excited me – they were about to finish!
I went pretty crazy screaming and high fiving them – trying to egg them
on. I think I was more excited than they
were about their finish! This was a
really nice moment for me, but I quickly realized how fast I was tearing up
this hill! My hip started to tighten
up…big mistake! I got way too emotional
way too early and thus pushed it way too hard.
I didn’t panic – I just gave myself a nice little walk break so I could
recover and started to jog again once the terrain leveled out.
High fiving a dude less than 1 mile out!
As I jogged on the Queen K the sun was setting over the
ocean. It was beautiful. The next aid station had chicken broth. I thought given my stomach trouble that that
would be a very good idea. I also had
some pretzels, coke and water. As sun
went down quickly it was dark before I knew it.
I now had a glow stick thing around my neck. The darkness was eerie at first, but quickly
became dreamy. A long line of driven
people were making their way back into town to finish their race. Meanwhile, those of us slower ones were
running out of town so we could loop
back and finish ours. All so we could
experience the Kona Ironman by being in it.
The sun went down quick!
It was pretty quiet out on there on the Queen K. There were some street lights, but a lot of
silence between the aid stations. One
aid station in particular was really rocking it out. Awesome music, dancing, basically
hilarious. The volunteers of this race
made the race. They were incredible –
the best! It definitely helped. But it seemed like a really slow grind for me. I was oddly ok with this. I was not even eager to finish – it was all
part of the experience. I can honestly
say this was the first time in a long distance race where I was content to be
out there experiencing the pain and fatigue of racing – I was not eager to end
it. Part of me wanted it to last
forever. I made the left turn for the
energy lab –it looked pitch black.
Turning into the energy lab.
As I ran into the darkness it seemed to get quieter and
tranquil. It was so spiritual! It was easy to gate out the pain and
stiffness in my legs and focus on my breath, the crickets. There were long stretches of darkness and
there would be a bright event light at the end of the road – a sort of beacon
that I’d run towards. It would cast
shadows of the runners just ahead of me and the ones running towards me - on
their way home. Once I’d pass the light
my shadow would be cast in front of me.
It was exceptional. The state of
mind after 125 miles sure makes you appreciate the little things in life. I made the turnaround and high fived a few
locals – I was on my way back home.
My eyes saw just slightly more detail than this.
And it was blinding when you got there!
I visited the second “special needs” stop where I picked up
the last of my salt tabs and somehow managed to down a gel. Still feeling ok I kept jogging until I hit
the “Ford Motivational Mile” somewhere around mile 18 or 19. As I passed over the mat the big screen read
“C. Westheimer You Are Great.” I smiled,
high fived the two volunteers who were dancing feverishly and carried on.
Back on the Queen K I tried to settle into a rhythm. It was a funny duality. I was within striking distance, but still had
a ways to go, and much of it was a false flat going uphill into town before the
final decent on Palani. I maintained a
slow run, allowing myself to walk at the aid station and continue walking until
I had finished eating and drinking. This
worked out well, despite yet another bathroom stop at around mile 21.
Julia and mom patiently waiting.
These last miles were something else. Here I was, having covered 135 miles since
dawn, running into the night. This
certainly did not happen in my first Ironman!
Night on Queen K was perhaps the best and most unique part of the
race. As I made my way closer to town I
started to allow myself to celebrate. I
was within 3 miles and I knew the last mile would basically not even count, so
I really wanted to savor those last two.
As I was running that last bit I wanted to pay special
tribute to my inspiration – the man who I model myself after. He’s inside me and will always be with
me. My dad was the best father I could
have ever asked for. We had plans that
would never be realized. We had dozens of
more trips to Hawaii where we’d snorkel, boogie board and argue about where to
park the car (long story.) He was my
best friend and I could feel him with me.
This is why I keep doing this.
When you peel the layers of the onion away – me in my rawest place –
he’s so deeply a part of me I feel like he might as well be running right next
to me – egging me on, cheering for me. I
was getting so excited to finish soon, but I also a bit sad that this day – the
day I had dreamed of since 2007 was now coming to a close.
As my heart was filled with emotion and my eyes a bit teary,
at about mile 24, I saw a bird fly by the street lamp – it was perfectly
illuminated. I quickly remembered that
there were Owls on the island. I’m quite
“raptor obsessed,” largely due to the many connections with my dad and birds of
prey. I scream out “OWL!”
uncontrollably. Unbelievable. I’ve never been able to make one out so
clearly. As if to cheer me on the Owl
circled back towards me for one broad loop, not quite over my head before
disappearing into the darkness. “Thanks,
Dad.”
With that lift I proceeded towards town. I could hear the announcer, the “Voice of
Ironman,” Mike Riley, in the distance now.
As I turned down Palani towards the mile 25 marker I allowed
myself to rejoice. I was basically going
nuts already. I was high fiving
everybody in site – especially the kids.
I took the downhill way too fast, letting my emotions get the best of me
once again. I was screaming out “THIS IS
AMAZING…” “I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!” It was
a rush. By the time I hit the bottom of
the hill I had just a few blocks to go before I made the final turn down Ali’I
Drive. I quickly realized how exhausted
I was from the downhill celebration!
Opps! Since the street was not so
crowded with spectators that I could celebrate with I decided to walk a few
steps so I could recuperate before the REAL celebration!
THE FINISH
As I made the final turn down Ali’i I was smiling and
rejoicing uncontrollably. I was yelling
to the crowds, “Can I get a Hell Ya?!”
And they’d give me one! I made my
way through the sea of people, high fiving and screaming. A quarter mile later (which felt like the
quickest 400 meters ever) I was in the finish chute. 100 yards of pure bliss. I had it all to myself. I was running back and forth, spinning around,
jumping up and down, basically going nuts.
The crowd was also going crazy, smiling, cheering - it was amazing. Towards the end of the chute I saw my
Ironmate and Ironmom. I ran over to them
and basically gave them the biggest hug ever.
They were screaming in my ears so loud that they distorted in stereo – that
probably took a year out of my hearing!
But all for good! Mike Riley was
announcing my name and exclaimed, “Some are just happier than others!”
As I made my way up the ramp, I was still going nuts – I
couldn’t believe it! And then I realized
that there were no fewer than 3 video cameras pointed at me, just feet away. Wow.
This was crazy. I was still
screaming uncontrollably. I certainly
was happy! I pointed at the icon of my
dad on my jersey for the camera and exclaimed, “It’s all for this guy!” I calmed a bit. Then as if to continue the celebration after
the brief lull a volunteer and I started randomly high fiving, one hand after
the other. Hilarious. Finally, after what must have been a five
minute celebration (but felt like 5 seconds!) the NBC producer took me back
over to the pier for my “post race interview.”
He basically said “go” and I dished out my raw emotion.
POST RACE
After my interview I met up with Julia and my mom and was
still absolutely ecstatic. We walked
over to the tent where I picked up my medal and shirt. Before long I was downing slices of
pizza. Mediocre pizza never tasted so
good! After a bit I picked up my bike
and transition bags and went back to our humble hotel room. I took a brief shower before making my way
back to the finish line – I wanted to experience Ali’i Drive on the other side.
The vibe was electric.
The chute was lined to the teeth with rabid spectators beating their
thunder sticks to the music. There was
such an anticipatory feeling the later the evening got. I stuck my hand out trying to remind
finishers to celebrate in the chute. It
worked on some, but others were just too focused on that line.
One person that was particularly amazing to see finish and
cheer for was none other than Scott Rigsby - perhaps the first initial seed
that got my mind thinking “Ironman” years ago.
Now I got to cheer him in.
It got more and more exciting the closer it got to
midnight. Mike Riley is a master of the
microphone and I can only say that the only thing that tops cheering for people
on Ali’i Drive is being cheered in by
the people on Ali’i Drive. I’m so happy
I got to experience both in one night.
Can you say "bling?"
The next day I got to see the message my mom and wife wrote on Ali'i.
EPILOGUE
From a training standpoint I had anything but a perfect race,
every one of my three splits being significantly slower than what my training
told me I could do. Yet I could not
imagine a more perfect race! I operated
perfectly within my means on that day and pushed myself by going the distance,
not by driving myself into the ground. The
conscious decision to take this race as it was – a gift – was perhaps the best
decision I’ve made since being involved in running and triathlons. I smiled nearly the whole day and filmed over
3 hours of footage (video coming soon.)
I stayed positive and enjoyed the experience 95% of the time. And with that finish – that makes up that 5%
and more! This was a race that truly was
not about time – it was about heart. For
that, my dad would be proud.
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