The story of this race could be almost endless if I typed all the details and attempted to tell you all the good and bad things that happened. However, I don't want to bore you to tears so I will give a shortened version of the adventure with a few videos and pictures. Feel free to corner me and make me tell you more details when you see me though. You deserve it for all the encouragement you gave to help me get through the low spots. And trust me, in 49 hours, there were plenty.
We started the morning with a 7.2 mile swim in Ala Moana State Park in Honolulu. It is a protected lagoon beach with what we thought would be not much current. It was out and back 5 times and then a partial out and back on the sixth. On the way out there was a tail wind. Yes Im still talking about the swim. The wind was a huge factor in this race starting with the swim. Easy out but on the way back, the small chop was relentless. I concentrated very hard on not swallowing water, but with half the swim being done into a head wind, it was inevitable that I would swallow somewhere in the neighborhood of 3 gallons of salt water. We will revisit this small fact later.
The bike consisted of a ride around the island of Oahu for a total of 105 miles and then on to Lagoon Dr for a total of 80 laps on a 2.8 mile out and back and then a short ride through town back to Ala Moana for the second transition. The ride around the island was gorgeous. The wind was not. The wind had "died down" according to locals. Well I have never ridden in such windy conditions in a race in my life. Im 180ish pounds and it was pushing me around like a rag doll. My friend Kellie was actually pushed into a guard rail and off her bike. You can hear the wind in the video below and see me zig zag back and forth. I promise that is not bad bike handling skills or an effort to make the hill a bit less steep. That is me literally fighting the wind.
The worst was on the climb called Pineapple hill, a five mile steady climb in the middle of the island. The wind barreled down the hill in a full head wind for the entire climb. I was wishing for just one more easy gear by the end of it. But it wasn't there. The top was not very comforting since I was looking at the same wind in my face going down hill.
It seemed to never let up and give me a break after this climb and it was with great relief that I finally turned onto Lagoon Dr for my 80 loops. That is until I turned around for the first time. There it was again. A dead head wind coming off the water on this flat loop. 12-14 mph ride on the way out with effort and 28-30 on the way back with almost no effort. This may sound good to some, but if you do the math, its a lot longer riding the same distance into the head wind and a lot less headed back with the tail wind. After only a few laps my stomach decided that I had swallowed too much sea water and decided to mount a revolution. The first one came on fast and was not pretty. It ended up on my handle bars, aero pads, my right arm and right leg. Rut Roh Raggy. This is not good. I began all the tricks I know to settle the stomach while still trying to maintain forward progress. I'll save you the details, but from Dani's crew log she showed that the ride, puke, ride some more routine went on for about 10 hours. As you can imagine, this put me WAY behind in my nutrition. Cramps came and went, muscles stopped working all together and dehydration and Rhabdo became the topic of all conversations. I was moving so slow on my loops that I just had to laugh. One of the things that became very comical to me (mind you Im over 24 hours of no sleep by now) was that I shaved my arms and legs strictly for aerodynamics on the bike. I kept saying to myself "I shaved my legs for this?" and then giggling like a school girl. This was so funny to me because at the speed I was going, I could've had a gorilla suit on and it would not have slowed me down anymore. But somehow or another I started holding stuff in and getting some energy back. Just in time to go for a little jog. Kinda.
|Feeling better, but who's puke |
is that behind me?
|Pole. Pillow. Same thing.|
When I got to the finish line the first time, I actually had to go around the 1.8 mile loop of the park one more time due to a milage discrepancy from the beginning of my run. I was the first one out on the run the day before and the volunteers hadn't had time to get in place yet. I turned around at the wrong park on the first out and back. When we realized this I talked it over with the race director and he had me add the milage on at the end to get the total and correct milage. I was fine with that because no way did I want to do all this work and then not actually complete exactly what I set out to do: 421.8 miles. I was half way around the park, paranoid looking over my shoulder and having Dani reassure me that she could not see Kellie yet when we heard cheering across the park. I knew in my mind that it was Kellie finishing. That was it. That was when I ran out of every and anything in my body that was still burning as fuel. I'm pretty sure that at that point it was literally sheer determination fueling my muscles. So I limped my way in the rest of the way, mustered a run for the last 50 yards and raised my hands over my head. I was done. I am an Epicman! Wow what a rush. Now can I please go to bed? I wanted to stick around and cheer on the other competitors but I just didn't have it in me. My brain was stew. My body was convulsing in pain. And my energy was the same as the race. Finished. So 49 hours and 10 min. Second place overall and first place male. Not too shabby for being as sick as I was and I can rack another epic race finish up to sheer determination where most people would probably have DNFed.
Dani was a one woman wrecking crew. If I was in debt to her before this race for all her selfless crewing, it is ten fold now. She was with me from start to finish for all 49 hours. Bless her heart, when she did have a chance to sleep she was so worried over me getting sick that she was unable to get much. All the other crews had at least two and up to five members total helping their athlete. I admit that I underestimated the hell out of this race from a crew standpoint. Thank goodness the race staff were so great and the volunteers were always eager to help Dani out. Even the race director Jason Lester took on the run section and helped her crew me to the finish. They both did a ton of suffering on my account to help me complete my goal and I am forever in debt to them. Thanks to all the race staff and volunteers. A truly unbelievable job they all did for us.
I've said it before but it has never rang more true for me than in this adventure:
"It matters not how far or fast you go, but how deep you dig to get there"