It was quite an interesting experience at the Washington Olympic distance triathlon run by FS Series yesterday. This was my first time down there and the venue was fantastic with some good fast competition toeing the line. The morning was beautiful, if a little muggy, and the water was 83 degrees. Just a little hot, but not too bad.
I felt really good on the swim, probably the best that I’ve felt in a race in quite some time. Coming out of the water and into transition, I realized that I had a big lead as no one was in transition yet by the time I was on the road and around the corner on my bike that I could tell.
There was a pretty decent headwind for much of the beginning of the ride, but I kept it steady and strong. I never felt great, but pretty good and enjoyed the course. I drank a full bottle of infinit and about half a bottle of water, which is about right for an hour and 26 miles. I bring that up because of what happens later. Of course, I had no idea what was going on behind me but have been riding pretty strong and figured I likely didn’t lose much time if any.
Starting the run, I didn’t feel great but not that terrible either. I did joke to Bri Gaal that I would pay her to run the two laps for me if I could run the one lap for her, but she wouldn’t take me up on it. The course is a two loop out-and-back, so on the way back in I saw that I had a big lead of at least a mile and was really pumped about that. On the way in toward the end of the first loop my legs started to really get oddly fatigued and I slowed considerably. But having such a big lead, I was fine just backing off and cruising it in. The next mile and a half didn’t feel good, but still not absolutely horrible. However, after making the last turn toward home I started to really feel off. I thought it was just excessive fatigue, but the distance and pace shouldn’t have been a problem at all so I should have realized it was more than that. Someone told me later it was in the 80s maybe, but also 90% humidity, which certainly contributed.
Then, it hit me fast. With about a half mile left, going over a bridge, I went down. I remember grabbing the guard rail, but not much after that for a while. I found out afterward that Paula Brennan saw me go down and I asked her to get help, which she gratefully did. Thank you, Paula! It’s weird to not remember much. I have vague memories of some people stopping and I told them to go on and to not call 911. Really, the next thing I remember was getting ice dumped and thrown all over me. Brent Dorenkamp was incredible and I owe him a huge thank you as well. I do remember throwing up a good amount, but don’t remember being put into the truck or the fact that they moved me. The good news, though, is that while that is the case I do now remember answering questions and knew everything except the date, which I wasn’t too far off from . However, I did have an issue remember my social security number later. I know that I owe others for stopping as well, and am very sorry that I don’t remember who was there.
It seems like it happened very shortly after I passed out, but the next thing I know emergency crews are asking questions and taking care of me. I remember hearing Kari Wilkinson and Suzie Hosman, and thank you both for being there. When they tried to move me, I couldn’t stand on my legs and they put me on a gurney, although the order of events may have been different on that as I’m not sure who asked or when they tried to get me to stand. As they moved me into the ambulance, I threw up several more times including while in the ambulance, which was not fun at all. However, I did start to feel better and come to at that point. That’s why I was a little surprised when they checked me over and the guy told the driver to ‘go hot’ and the sirens went on as the driver stepped on the gas! They said they had to put me on oxygen and I’m not sure what my blood pressure was, but a while later while at the hospital it was still only about 100/55, and they had a little trouble getting an IV needle in b/c I was ‘dry’ and it took a couple of veins to get right.
In the ER, they were still keeping me on ice and started the IVs while also taking a lot of other tests. It’s odd, because by that point I was starting to feel much better so I was surprised when they came back and told me that they wanted me to stay overnight because my kidney function was way off, while my electrolytes were as well. Other numbers were also off, which I found out later, and which I was told was basically like poisoning my body. They told me more than once that I’m not 21 and have to take added precautions! I know that, and thought that I had, but just didn’t have enough liquid/ice on the 10k run.
It was a very pleasant surprise to get visitors down there, and I owe Doris and Kari big time for bringing me my stuff and driving my car home for me. Thanks Paula, Frazier, and Brent for the visit as well. Also, poor Monette had to get the messages while training with a client and was very gracious in making the trip down to be with me. I can’t tell you how big of a lift it was to have her there.
My functions have stabilized back into normal ranges and they have allowed me to come home. So, now I just need a lot of SLEEP! It was scary and embarrassing, but I’ll learn from it and move on. Thank you to everyone that helped and sent nice messages, it means a lot. And, it was great to see many of you killing it out at the race!
Ironman Brazil has been on my bucket list for a very long time and I am pumped to finally get to complete it, especially after not being able to get down here last year due to leg injuries. It is a great course and we had just about perfect conditions for the race, making for a fun and fast competition. My day didn’t go exactly as I hoped, but I’m always happy to finish one of these healthy and I felt fine afterwards. The bonus was that I was only 2-minutes off of my personal best that was done in 2002 before I found out about my osteoporosis!
To race day: I felt nice and relaxed race morning, which was nice, and Monette and I got to the race site with enough time to chill and talk for a bit before I had to get to the starting coral. The funny thing about this race was that all of the announcements were in portuguese and I had taken off my watch so I had no idea what was going on. It took me a little bit by surprise when everyone started to go! I got off to a good start, though, and felt good for the beginning of the swim. The course is in an M-shape and on the way back to shore the first time I got stuck with a group, which was okay because we were swimming pretty well. But, I get motion sick easily and when I got done with the first loop and had to run around the buoy on the beach, I felt awful and suddenly was absolutely drained. I had to swim very, very easy the rest of the way. It ended up being my slowest Ironman swim, unfortunately, and about 5-minutes slower than I wanted to go. I was really disoriented in transition and even had to run back to try and get some water in an attempt to clear my head, where I accidentally grabbed pepsi instead! But, I didn’t even look at my time and was happy to be able to get on my bike.
I’ve been cycling pretty well, so was excited to see what I could do. My goal was to go under 5 hours, with a stretch goal of 4:45, without tiring out my legs. It took about 20 miles, though, until the weird dead/sick feeling from the swim faded. But, once it did I felt like myself again and got into a good groove. I kept it at a comfortable pace the whole way and felt good the rest of the ride. It was exciting to see that I had gone a 4:48 and was fairly close to the front without riding that hard!
The run has always been my achilles heel. I’ve only been able to run two times a week, with just one run over 16 miles and three over 13. But, I’ve been running pretty well and was hoping to pull off something good, wanting to go in the 3:30ish range. I didn’t look at my splits until afterwards, but the first about three miles I averaged right around 7-minute pace – good! However, you then hit these ridiculous hills, which was a shock to the system and fried my legs. From that point through about 10-11k I was in a dark place and wondering how I was going to get through this respectably! I’ve done enough of these, though, to know that those patches are pretty normal and you almost always get through them. I did start to feel better and got into a rhythm that pretty much lasted the rest of the way. I didn’t feel fast, but I was surprised that I ran as slow as I did because I really thought I was going faster than I was. The game plan was to keep it steady and comfortable (as comfortable as you can be in and Ironman) and I was able to do that. Monette was great, because I saw her five times on the run course through the three loops, which gave me a lot of motivation and something to look forward to. The one bright spot about my run is that my third loop was a good bit faster than my second loop! And, for not having run that much and having done no bricks except for the one race I did, I ran the whole thing (except one super steep hill) and felt good afterwards, which I am grateful for and attribute partially to wearing my Hoka shoes. The 3:51 run split wasn’t very spectacular, but I have no right to complain, and it brought me home with a 9:45 overall time.
So, as always, very happy but definitely not satisfied. I’m not sure when or where my next Ironman will be yet, but the atmosphere is so amazing and it was kind of neat being down here without knowing anyone or speaking the language. We did stay with Ken Glah’s Endurance Sports Travel group, which I can’t say enough good things about, and met up with a brother of one of Monette’s co-workers as well as a good friend of our brother-in-laws, who were both awesome.
The vacation in Rio was absolutely fantastic afterwards!!