Ironman Coeur D'Alene Race Report
Dear Friends and Family…
I can hardly believe that it’s already been three weeks since my first Ironman. It seems that time is flying by just as fast after the race as it did leading up to race day. I have been so blessed with the support, love and encouragement of so many people…so I’m writing this race report as a “thank you” for all that you have done for me. Without your support, I’m quite sure I wouldn’t have accomplished such a tremendous goal.
First off, I’m so happy to report that I was able to raise all the money I needed for the Leukemia and Lymphoma society…over $9,000 will go towards this amazing cause. I continue to be inspired by those battling and conquering blood cancers. I feel so lucky to have had the opportunity to contribute to a cause outside of myself. It really made this whole experience worthwhile!
Where to start…it’s been essentially an eight and a half month process leading up to June 24th, 2007. I’ll skip over our team workouts every Tuesday at the swimming pool and Saturday bike rides and runs…and I won’t bore you with the daily workouts I pushed myself through six days a week…I think it goes without saying it is a lot of work.
Let’s start with my arrival in Idaho….
Yes, “it’s BEAUTIFUL”…absolutely beautiful in Coeur d’Alene (CDA). I had been told that many times and was quite honestly tired of hearing how beautiful it is. However, it is…the evergreens, the lakes, the rolling hills…beautiful. We (my team) arrived in CDA on Thursday afternoon. Being triathletes our first order of business was finding lunch.
After we’d all filled our bellies, we were off to the Athletes Village.
Visiting an athlete village at an Ironman event is soooo cool! The energy that runs through there is electrifying! It reminded me of the athlete village at the Olympics. We got registered and then picked up our bikes which had been shipped/driven up to the race site the week prior. After doing a little shopping at the Ironman store we headed back to the hotel on our bikes. After a short rest, I joined the majority of our team downstairs for a b-b-q on the hotel patio. (We stayed at the Holiday Inn Express…which was surprisingly nice!) Being exhausted I headed back up to my room to go get some sleep and spend some time organizing.
Friday morning we rode our bikes down to the lake where we had a quick swim. The water was cool and a bit choppy…but I kept thinking it wouldn’t be like that on race day…ha! After our swim we rode our bikes along the run course to scope it out and then took a short jog. During the run, I distinctly remember feeling good…I was ready! That afternoon we drove the bike course, always a good idea so you can better understand what to expect on race day. In true Jen fashion, I fell asleep in the car and missed the better part of the course…oh well! That evening was the athlete dinner which was a very cool experience…over 2000 athletes in one tent. After dinner, I prepped my bike and transition bags.
Saturday started with another trip down to the lake. It was quite chilly and windy, so I opted out of swimming and just chilled out (literally) while my teammates logged a bit more time in the water. I then made a run to the store to stock up on all my race day treats…salt & vinegar Pringles, Swedish fish, gummy bears, and Dr. Pepper. Once back at the hotel, I spent another hour going over exactly what needed to be in my transition and special needs bags.
Transition bags hold all your gear and supplies between each event (swim to bike and bike to run), while special needs bags are available to you approximately halfway through your bike and run. It’s common to fill your special needs bags with treats and notes to keep you motivated, as well as additional supplies such as CO2 cartridges and tubes for flat tires. It is very important to make sure you have ALL your supplies in your transition bags. You definitely don’t want to get to your bike and realize you left out your shoes! So needless to say, I checked and rechecked and rechecked and rechecked… That afternoon I dropped off my bike and transition bags.
Saturday evening we had our team dinner. It was really nice to have all of my teammates and their families and friends all gathered together. Without these people none of us would have been sitting there. It was great to honor our coaches, mentors and team captain.
That afternoon my Mom, Dad, Rob(brother), Kellie (sister) and Dani (niece) arrived and I was certainly happy to have them there with me. After dinner we headed back to the hotel and finished prepping my special needs bags and just hanging out laughing. Of course, I didn’t get to sleep until 11:30pm or so and was up on race day at 3:30 am because I was so excited
Race day is my favorite! I get so excited to race, and I think my excitement prevents nerves. Whoop d’whoop! It’s on!!!!
Race morning was chilly and I was cold, so I decided to put on my wetsuit. The wind wasn’t helping much either. Lots of waiting…around 6:30 we headed down to the water…which looked a bit like a washing machine. I was with my teammates and as race time approached it got more and more crowded on the beach.
There were boats and kayaks and surfboards and all kinds of crafts lining the course. It was a cool site…my excitement was building. A couple minutes before the start an announcement was made, stating that due to the rough water athletes could opt out of the swim and start their bike at 9am. Of course, they wouldn’t be considered Ironmen…but it was their choice. In then end only a handful opted out. I don’t remember the gun going off, but I did notice the collective crowd moving toward the water so I guess that meant it was time to start the swim.
Holy Cannoli!!! I’d never experienced anything like this swim. It was everything you’d imagine a triathlon swim to be like…2000+ swimmers kicking, clawing and some actually swimming, all trying to get through the next 2.4 miles. I tried to draft as much as possible. While drafting I learned two very important lessons:
1. Never draft behind those doing the breast stroke…you will get kicked squarely in the face!
2. Try to stay away from guys…as they generally have nasty toenails and will scrape you with them….ewwww.
Despite the chaos of the swim and being constantly swum over by aggressive men, the swim was quite enjoyable. I spent both laps singing songs in my head and out loud at times…it entertains me and probably those swimming nearby as well. I came out of the water a bit faster than I’d anticipated…1:31:10.
Exiting the water I quickly made my way over to the wetsuit stippers…woohoo! All I had to do was lay down on the grass and two volunteers whipped that suit right off me. Off I headed into the women’s changing tent as a volunteer handed me my transition bag. A sweet volunteer went item by item through my bag to make sure I had everything I needed for the next 112 miles. After 8:35 I mounted my bike and was off for a little bike ride.
I was happy to be on the bike, as my personal goal was to have a strong bike time. I felt good about my swim, so that energy overflowed into my bike. The first 10 miles or so take you through town and all the cheering spectators…it was electrifying. Then the course takes you off into Hayden and up around Hayden lake. Notice I said up? Yep, there was 5,250 ft of climbing. Guess I should have stayed awake on the afternoon we drove the bike course. Oh well, not much I could do about it now, so I decided to get the job done. The course was beautiful despite all the hills. Of course, what goes up must come down, so during the descent I enjoyed flying by everyone who’d just passed me on the climb. My first loop was solid and I felt really good. I was averaging around 16mph which was right on my goal.
I started my second loop by passing my family, coach Paul and my friend Anna. It put a smile on my face and I was ready to conquer the next 56 miles. I was headed back out towards Hayden when I heard my front tube pop and all the air swooshing out. Ugh! A flat! No worries, I’ll just pull over and change it out. Although I’ve only flatted twice in my triathlon career neither of them were in a race situation. However I felt confident I could get it changed and not lose too much time. I was meticulous, making sure I didn’t pinch my tube and that nothing was stuck in my tire that could potentially cause another flat tire. I was putting my tire back on the rim when tech support pulled up and offered a hand. I was on my way in no time only to make it one block and hear my tube pop again. “Seriously!?!” Good thing, tech support was right there…I waved ‘em down and they came running. Turns out, my rim tape had worn through and was popping my tube. Guess what…I’d never even known about rim tape until halfway through my ironman! Super! I guess anytime is a good time to learn about your bike! The tech support guys were super helpful and knew right away what the problem was. They fixed it as fast as they could, but I lost a solid 22 minutes fixing my flats.
My second loop wasn’t nearly as strong as my first and since I’d double flatted there was no way to make my bike “goal” time. Prior to the race I’d done three 100 mile rides. Without fail near mile 80 is where I run out of steam. It was no different on race day. Miles 80 to 95 were the toughest. I was also dreading heading back into town as that’s where all the head winds were hiding out. There nothing like pedaling like a banshee only to top out at a whopping 12mph! However, as I finished my final five miles I started to feel a bit better. Maybe I was just relieved to be finished with my bike which took me 7:31:25.
Coming into T2 I was tired! I sat down and took my time getting ready for the run. I was exhausted, slightly dizzy, and I just wanted to cry. I was fortunate enough to see Christy Noel, our team captain, in the women’s changing tent. She was volunteering so she could be close to all of us. It made me feel so good just to get a hug from her. Generally, I have a sense of urgency during my transitions, but not this time! It took me 10:12 to change my socks and shoes and put on a visor…impressive, I know! j/k
And I was off…like a tortoise…which isn’t so bad if you’ll recall the children’s tale about the tortoise and the hare. I wasn’t moving so fast during my run, but I didn’t care. Running has never been my strong sport and I was sure that wasn’t going to change after swimming 2.4 miles and biking 112 miles. So I plugged along. I was able to see my family and coaches and teammates many times during the run. That was great! It took me a solid five miles to find my rhythm…those were the longest five miles! For the next 14 miles I felt pretty good. I just kept putting one foot in front of the other, hydrating at the aid stations and fueling every five miles. When my family could, they’d follow me in the car. My mom got out and ran with me for a bit in her flip flops…it was a great distraction.
Along comes mile 19…my sister Kellie and brother Rob were running/walking with me. I realized just how slowly I was “running” when my brother, who was also wearing flip flops, started walking along side me while I was running. Yeah, that sucked. I was running out of steam and was sooooo tired. I was going down hill and wasn’t sure if I was bonking or just plain tired from the 2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike and 19 miles I had run. Turns out I was bonking…mile 20 was very unfortunate. I didn’t want to eat anything, but knew I had to. I started choking down a tangerine powergel while crying, knowing that I wasn’t going to have a sub-15 hour race. My dear sister and brother walked with me until mile 23, where I finally started to feel like running again. So off I went for the final three miles on my way to becoming an Ironman. Those last three miles were awesome. I finally felt good and knew I’d finish strong. It was dark now and I was glad to be finishing.
As I approached the final stretch to the finish line, my dad appeared from the crowd and ran the final quarter mile with me. The cheering crowds were a blur and I distinctly remember enjoying my conversation with my father. Before I knew it there was the finish line tape. After a 5:48:31 I’d finished my first marathon and first Ironman. I was so stoked!!! I just smiled as I crossed the finish line…happy to be an Ironman! It took me a total of 15:09:51.
Will I do another one? I can’t say for sure…some days I say yes, and others it’s a definite no. However, for the rest of my life, I will be an IRONMAN! (BTW, I’m still walking around thinking I’m pretty darn cool!)