This
blog post is hard to write. I’m not
going to sugar-coat anything, nor am I going to make excuses or assign
blame. If you’re a first-time reader of
my stuff, know this; I’m not a great writer.
I write like I talk.
So
I’ll just get right to the point; I was a DNF at Ironman Chattanooga. I’m now 2 for 3 in Ironman events, and the
reality is this is my 3rd DNF in two years in a triathlon. Hard to swallow.
Let’s
get to it.
Leading up to the
Race
My
year has been well-documented prior to this post, so I won’t get into the whole
thing, but just a quick update for those who don’t want to read back. T and I came into the year with high ambition
of finishing two Ironmans within 8 weeks of each other. Ironman Boulder and Chattanooga. Chatt fell on our 5th wedding
anniversary and I promised her we could do that as an anniversary present.
I
spent the first half of the year commuting to the east coast for my old
company. I struggled most of that time
to find the work/rest balance and more often than not, rest took priority. In June, I was offered a chance to interview
at Delta Air Lines, and my priority shifted from training for two Ironmans to
studying for this interview. I was
successful and had landed my dream job.
I also finished Ironman Boulder on August 7th.
So
coming into the race, I felt good and de-stressed, but also mentally
exhausted. I had also been battling
gastro issues all year. We think it may
have been due to stress (more on this later).
T
and I left Denver on Monday morning in reliable Fiona for a jaunt across the
USA. I had quite a bit of time off from
Delta until I was to be back in Atlanta, so this was perfect. We enjoyed the early part of our road
trip. Stopped in Leavenworth, Kansas to
see our friends Norm and Emily and crash with them for the night. We had a layover day in Nashville where we
saw the Country Music Hall of Fame and ate some BBQ. Then on Wednesday we arrived in Chattanooga. I was immediately impressed with the town and
was excited to be racing there!
What
we both were keeping an eye on and trying not to think about too much was the
weather forecast. Late September in the
south can be a tad unpredictable, and it looked like this year was going to be
interesting. When I say that, I mean it
was forecasted to be over 90 degrees on race day. The previous two Chatt years wwere in the
70’s and 80’s, respectively, so needless to say this was highly unusual, and
made me apprehensive. I am not a good at
racing in heat as evidenced by a DNF last year due to heat exhaustion. I tried to think positive and remind myself
that I have ridden in very hot temps this year and as long as I combat the
gastro issues that will allow me to take in fluid, I’d be fine.
Thursday
morning we got checked in. Immediately
we ran into some of our Colorado contingent and had a good time catching up
with them. We also played with Normatec
boots (because why not?). One of the
Normatec guys remembered me as the pilot from Boulder and asked if I got the
Delta job. I thought that was pretty
cool. Thursday night, we met up with our
friend George and some of his friends and went to a sushi place. The mood was light and fun. I was impressed with how much sushi George
put away. Seriously, this dude was
cracking me up all night!
On
Friday morning, we went to get an early morning swim in the river. Clearly, we weren’t the only people
interested in this. There were several
hundred athletes all patiently waiting to get in. T and I swam a couple hundred yards up river
very slowly, and then a couple hundred yards back very quickly. The water was very warm and I knew I would be
okay without my wetsuit. I did the swim
in a backup tri kit and felt just fine.
After
that, we met up with our friends Jeremy and Melanie, who had come all the way
from Colorado to cheer us on at this event.
Their support was unreal. We are
blessed to have them as friends. We did
the Chattanooga Aquarium then headed to a place just out of town for dinner
which was fantastic food.
On
Saturday morning, we rode our bikes to check them in. I stopped by the Quintana Roo booth and asked
them to look at my rear derauiler. It
had been sticking in a couple gears and not shifting the way I liked. The Q Roo guy said that it was slightly bent
and that if I had continued to ride it the way I had been, I risked my tire
being blown up. I got it fixed up (or so
I thought).
Then
we had lunch with Jeremy and Melanie at a biscuit place. Really good!
We talked a bit about the race and what to expect. Then we headed back to our hotel room to lay
low for most of the afternoon. T and I
were going to get breakfast for dinner at a diner nearby around 5:30. Jeremy and Melanie had attended a football
game that afternoon but met up with us at the diner. We thanked them and then headed back to our
hotel for the final wind down of the evening.
We watched a bit of TV, and right before we went to bed, we watched the
end of the movie Everest. I had seen it,
T had not. (spoiler alert) It’s a pretty
depressing movie in which a lot of people die on the mountain. Probably not the best thing to watch before
an Ironman event…
Pre-Race
We
both woke up butt honking early as usual.
We had planned on leaving the hotel at 4:30 am so we could hit the diner
for a to-go breakfast sandwich. I had
confirmed with the person the night before that they were open 24 hours and
they were. He said one of their busiest
days was Ironman day. I drank some Pepto
trying to ward off the stomach bug that had plagued me at Ironman Boulder and
we headed to the diner.
The
wait at the diner was way longer than either one of us would have liked. Both of us ordered breakfast but I don’t
think either person wanted it. We got
our stuff finally and headed to transition to prep our bikes for the big day.
We
got body marked early, then walked into transition. T and I split up and I headed for
Amaryllis. I prepped my bike with the
appropriate food and water bottles. We
had picked up Chick-Fil-A minis the day before to eat on the bike. I packed my Bento Box nice and tight. Included was a baggie of meds (Advil, Tums,
and Gas-X). I also borrowed someone’s
pump and inflated my tires.
I
found a spot near T’s bike and just sat down to eat my breakfast sandwich. In a way, this was perfect. I had a bit of quiet time just to
myself. I ate over half of my sandwich
and then found T. We started making our
way to the bike bags so she could drop off some last-minute morning stuff. Then as we made our way out of trans, we
found someone in a T-Rex costume.
Naturally, we had to get a picture!
After
that, we found Jeremy and Melanie. They
were tired, but excited for us. Jeremy
had a small cup of coffee for me (THANK YOU!).
We worked our way to the busses.
The
bus ride over to the start of the swim was quick. T and I made our way to the porta-potty line
for our last stop. Then the 4 of us
found a spot in the grass and just hung out, waiting for the beginning. I was drinking a bottle of Gatorade. Our friend George found us and hung out, even
napping. I also turned on my chill
playlist on my phone. As I said in my
Boulder recap, the pump-up music stressed me out so I switched to chill and it
worked much better.
Eventually,
the line started moving and we knew we were going to be heading to the
water. We walked towards the start. I decided at the wetsuit line I’d peel off
from T and time it by about 10-12 minutes after she got in so we could
hopefully see each other at T1. I kissed
her goodbye and Melanie walked with her.
Jeremy stayed with me. We killed a
bit more time and then about 10 minutes later, I made my way towards the bottom
of the river to the start. Jeremy wished
me luck, and like at Ironman Boulder, I took a moment to reflect on the
journey. While it was going to be a hot
day, it would also be fun, and a great way to spend our 5th wedding
anniversary!
I
walked towards the water, stepped on the timing mat, jumped in the water, and
began my swim. My 3rd Ironman
was underway!
The Swim
Ironman
Chattanooga is a downriver swim, so the entire swim you have a current pushing
you. I’m a decent swimmer, so while I
didn’t necessarily need the assistance, I certainly welcomed it.
Unlike
a lot of open water swims this year where it takes me a few hundred meters to
get my breath under me, this swim didn’t have that problem. I was in my groove right away. I was passing people left and right and my
sighting was sharp. I kept looking to my
left to see if I could see Jeremy walking on the path, but it was definitely
too far away. We had joked earlier that
he could throw a football to me, but that wasn’t happening (sadly).
At
some point, there was an island that we swam to the left of. The current definitely picked up in this
channel and I felt even quicker (obviously).
At the end of the island, I thought I heard someone mmrraa at me, but I
wasn’t sure. I looked around to see if I
could see T but didn’t, so I figured I was just hearing things. Then I could see the glass of the aquarium
and knew I was close to the finish.
I
turned to the river bank and the steps.
I was very conscious of my actions, remembering that T hurt herself
climbing out of the Tempe Town Lake. I
let the volunteers pull me out of the water, and just like that, my swim was
done. I thoroughly enjoyed it and
thought it was a good omen for the bike, which would be Hell.
T1
I
saw Melanie on the way up to T1. I was a
bit out of it, so I think I mostly grunted at her. She said T wouldn’t be too far behind
me. Maybe only 7-8 minutes. I smiled at that and headed to grab my bike
gear bag. Finding it, I ran for the
change tent. I was surprised at how
crowded it was and moved towards the very back of it to get my stuff
together. I went slow and methodically,
to try to buy more time for T to catch up.
I had a volunteer slather sunscreen on my hard to reach areas in the
shoulders, and put on arm coolers. I
didn’t wear them at Boulder and regretted it.
I also wasn’t wearing an aero helmet this race. I figured the vents on the helmet would help
me stay cool. I schnarfed down some Clif
Shot Blocks and left the change tent.
Ready to go, I walked to my bike, grabbed it, and mounted up my steed. Ready for 116 miles!
The Bike
I
kept it simple early. Immediately taking
a Gas-X and a Tums tablet to combat any possible gastro issues, I began
hydrating. No problems there. I forced myself to dial it back a bit just to
allow more time for T to catch me. You
may be wondering why I wanted this. The
feeling was it was our 5th wedding anniversary. Wouldn’t you want to spend that with the
person you love? So yeah, even on a
bike, we could be close to each other!
Riding
out of Chattanooga, I felt strong. I
don’t remember crossing into Georgia but obviously we did. I was enjoying the ride, but was also a bit
jumpy. Every time I heard a siren, I
thought about Michelle Fields and her horrible accident at Ironman
Boulder. I couldn’t shake the feeling
that T could be in trouble too. It’s a
heavy thing to ride with and clearly I have demons to battle.
As
the ride went on, I focused on food intake and hydration. The good news is I was not dealing with any
gastro problems so it made taking in water and Gatorade a lot easier. I vowed to hit every aid station and douse
myself with water, drink electrolytes and water.
Eventually,
we turned back north towards Chickamagua and special needs. Shortly outside Chickamagua, T caught up to
me. I was so happy and relieved to hear
her voice that I said something along the lines of “it’s 10 degrees cooler with
you here” or something like that. One
thing I haven’t mentioned yet is that it was getting hot. Very hot.
And it was quickly taking a toll on me.
With T there behind me or in front of me though, I was excited and
motivated.
We
stopped at bike special needs and saw our friends Jeremy and Melanie. I had a volunteer glob on sunscreen for me
and gave her my Chatt wristband for being so awesome. I also ate ½ a bag of Jimmy Johns Salt and
Vinegar chips and drank a small bottle of Dr. Pepper. I grabbed my 2nd bottle of Dr.
Pepper, threw it in my jersey pocket, and put the chips in my Bento. I ditched the chicken minis as they were no
longer tasty. We then continued the
slog.
As
we turned out for the 2nd loop, I was hurting. The heat was starting to get to me and I
slowed down considerably. Also, the
shade I had been hoping for wasn’t there.
T and I leapfrogged each other for awhile until about mile 73-74, where
the aid station was. At this point, I
started to get fuzzy. T was at the aid
station with me and said I asked for a lot of water, but I don’t remember
this. I just remember dumping water on
my head and moving on.
The
next thing I remember is water being splashed on my face.
The Aftermath
I
was lying in a ditch. My knee and left
shoulder hurt. There were about 5 people
around me, including T.
With
the help of my fellow athletes, they dragged my haggard, beaten down, defeated
carcass to the road along with my bike.
With further assistance, T and another female athlete, who was a nurse,
got me to a house’s driveway, where there was shade. They sat me down and the nurse took my pulse,
which she said was low. I think I asked
if that was good, and she said no, it wasn’t.
I then remarked how I wanted to keep going but both her and T said no,
to wait for EMT’s before I could go. T
said she’d stay with me and the nurse left.
Bless her.
T
and I sat in the shade. She helped me
drink water and a bike tech came by. He
radioed for EMT’s and told me my race was done.
I was devastated and started crying.
I had failed my wife, failed myself, failed the community. Yet again, done in by heat and a lack of
taking the race seriously. I told T to
go on, that I could wait for the EMT’s by myself. I told her to finish her race. She refused, saying that she wanted to spend
our anniversary together, however that would be. That made me cry even more, knowing she was
sacrificing her day because of my incompetence.
The
EMT’s came by and checked my vitals.
They gave me water and advised against taking an IV. Not sure why?
Anyone have any ideas? One said I
could continue if I wanted, but it wouldn’t be a good idea.
And
the wait began. Someone from Ironman
stopped by to call in the sag wagon for me, as well as numerous Georgia State
Troopers. Everyone was very nice to me
and sympathetic. Someone said that the
athletes were dropping like flies and the temperature had reached 98 degrees. I believed it.
And
the wait continued.
Eventually,
someone from Ironman in a truck, who I believe was the sweeper, said that he
wasn’t sag, but would take us to Chickamagua, where a bus would take us back
into town. Riding in his truck, we could
hear the radio calls. Athlete done here. Athlete done there. We drove by the previous aid station and saw
at least a dozen athletes who were cooked.
It broke my heart to see so many people defeated. And to have to count myself amongst them.
At
Chickamagua, I gave my bike to a volunteer and T helped me to a bus. The bus driver was this very sweet southern
woman who was encouraging and supportive.
I was joined on the bus by other athletes whose bodies had betrayed them
that day. Some didn’t make the bike cut,
others had to call it a day for their own safety. The bus was certainly not happy, but at the
same time, it wasn’t unpleasant.
Eventually, about 2 ½ hours after crashing, we made our way back to
town. On the way back to town, the
chatter died down and the mood definitely turned somber. The air hung thick with sadness and
disappointment. (I’m crying as I type
this)
Back
in Chattanooga, we found our way to transition.
After a lengthy delay, I was finally given my morning clothes bag with
my flip flops. T and I were also
determined to find Jeremy and Melanie, so in addition to letting them know we
were okay, I could call my parents and tell them what happened. They track me during these events, so they
had to know something was amiss.
As
T and I were hunting for our friends, we saw our friend Aaron start the
run. We were both pulling for him and
were so relieved he made the run. I was
very sad to hear the finishers being called at the finish line. (again, crying). It’s a sobering thing to realize you won’t be
a part of what you set out to do.
Somehow,
by pure luck, we found our friends. They
hugged us and told us we weren’t failures.
I sure felt like one though. I
got my phone from Melanie and called my parents. After a lengthy convo, they told me they were
proud of me.
Eventually,
we made it back to the hotel. I bathed,
and I think T did too. We met up with
Jeremy and Melanie at the diner for a night of bad food and eating our
feelings. T and I, as our final act of
the evening, went to transition to retrieve our bikes.
The Conclusion
I’m
a candid writer and I don’t sugarcoat things.
What went wrong that day?
1.
97 degrees for a high, breaking an 80 year old
record. I don’t care who you are, that’s
hot. I’ve heard from people who train in
Florida and the deep south that they thought it was brutal that day. There’s no doubt the heat directly affected
me and wrecked my day.
2.
Undertrained. There’s no doubt about it. That being said, would a lot of training
helped me? I’m not sure.
I
learned some amazing things that day though.
I’m incredibly blessed to be married to who I am. T willingly gave up her race for me. I know that was not easy for her to do, yet
she did it without hesitation.
Seriously, I’m blessed.
I’m
also blessed to be in the triathlon community.
Athletes stopped for me and helped me, giving up precious water to help
me. I recently made contact with one of
them on Facebook and thanked her for what she did. I’ve also been reassured by a lot of athletes
that I’m not a failure. The DNF rate at
this race was over 27%, which means that 1 in 4 athletes who started the race
that morning had their dream crushed. A
couple of our friends were in that group.
So
you may be wondering what’s next for me?
Truth be told, I’m not sure. A
lot of people in my position would be of the mindset of either go balls out and
get registered for another IM, or give the sport up at this point. I’m not ready to do either. I do know that I need a break. I don’t want to think about long distance
triathlon at the moment. Since 2011, I
have been so focused on long-distance triathlon that I have missed out on a lot
of things in life. Not only that, but I
have lost the love. I didn’t love
training this year. I didn’t love
Ironman. It became something I needed to
do, not something I wanted to do.
I
have a career to focus on. As much as I
want to do another Ironman, simply put, it will have to wait.
