Ironman Coeur d'Alene 2008 (The Race)
Again, this has nothing to do with Denver Real Estate.
Part 2 of 2 of my experience at the Ironman Coeur d'Alene 2008 - read the prelude here.
Here I was getting into the water for the first time in a triathlon - I knew what to expect, but I had never experienced it before. I felt like I could swim quite well thanks to my training, so I started swimming and made it about 100 yards and ran into a wall of people - where could I go? - there were just a bunch of bodies in front of me and no where to go and they were treading water - I want to friggin swim - move - I couldn't find any open water and I started to panic. The water was relatively calm, but it was still splashing into my face while I was treading, and getting into my lungs. How could I be out of breath at the Ironman and only 2 minutes into the race? I did what I had learned and rolled on my back an relaxed myself. There were people behind me, but they were not pressuring me. I laid there for about 30 seconds and got my composure. Steve (the coach staying with us) had been saying all weekend -KEEP MOVING FORWARD, so I rolled over, saw a little daylight and started slowly. Rather than sight for the buoys, I sighted for open water feeling like a running back trying to shoot the gaps. Soon there was a decent amount of room and I headed for the 1/2 way point of the 1st lap. Thinking I had this figured out, I cut the first turn as close as I could and ran into a cluster of people - no way out of this one, I just treaded water toward the return buoy and was pulled along. I did not swim, but was dragged by the masses to the other turn buoy that would put me on course back to the beach and the turnaround for the 2nd lap. I went wide on the turn and started for the beach. This is where is hit me for the first time of the day - I am doing an Ironman and I started to choke up - the reason I am doing this is because I was able to follow Kathy's plan for me - in my mind I was already an Ironman for sticking so closely to the workout and this event was just the icing on the cake.
Lap 1 almost done. I distinctly remember as I neared shore, hearing Mike Reilly's voice over the PA - I had no idea of what he was saying, but I knew I was getting close. I continued my sighting for open water and was still hit by a few people, but now had built the confidence that I could swim with these people. I hit the beach on the first loop and remember hearing my name over the PA - "Sean Reilly from Littleton, Colorado" and I pumped my fist as I headed out for the 2nd lap. You have a lot of time to think in the water and my strategy for loop 2 was to go wide and try to stay in open water so I wouldn't have to stop. I proabably swam and extra .2 or .3 of a mile, but it was worth it to be able to swim basically uninterrupted. Every once in a while, someone would swim in my path, but it was bearable. I went wide on the turn to avoid the cluster and then I was on the return path - time to start thinking about the bike. I am not cold - the water felt warmer today - no need for the hot tub - just get my shit and go. Closer and closer to the beach until I was standing and walking towards the transition area. Fans lined the beach and the chute to the transition - they were screaming and yelling - it was awesome. 1 Hour 18 Minutes - I beat the cut off by over an hour.
I ran to get my wet-suit stripped. Volunteers were awesome and had me out of the suit in seconds. I ran to get my t-1 bag and they yelled my number and someone had my bag for me - volunteers were just phenomenal. I ran to the tent and sat down to get ready. A volunteer came right over and poured my stuff out - what do you want. Since I had just pulled my tri-suit off and was totally naked, I went with the bike pants first, then chamois butter, shirt, etc.... I was good to go All the while that I was getting dressed, the volunteer was packing my wet-suit and swim stuff - volunteers were unreal. A quick stop at a portable urinal in the tent, then to get the bike. A volunteer spotted me and ran me to my bike and I was off. I had put on my Garmin for heart rate purposes and had an issue w/ the watch getting to the right satellites for the first 8 miles, but after that was handled, I was off...the first 30-35 miles were awesome - the crowds screaming, the seamless aid stations, the beauty of the lake. Then, into the rollers and I felt strong, after all, I had trained in the foothills of the Rockies - I was going strong and passing a lot of people. I was also being passed, but I felt like I was passing a lot more people than I was being passed by. I remember the first loop, there was a guy with a tray of shots of beer - I thought about it, but opted against it. I was feeling great and kept motoring on. The only thing that was concerning me was that I was peeing at nearly every aid station - I was feeling good, so I let it slide. I hit the turnaround and saw Teresa about 3 minutes later - she was hauling ass - since we had trained together, I knew what she was capable of and I honestly thought I would have had a better lead at that point. I am a competitive person and always strive to win, but it was funny here because I really wanted to beat Teresa. After I saw how close she was, I started thinking about how I was going to explain to my friends how I got beat by a girl (which I got beat by a lot of them that day), and then I thought how am I going to talk her into doing another Ironman, so I can beat her that day. Anyway, that is exactly what went through my mind at that point. And, if she did beat me, I would have been fine with it, I just try and find ways to motivate myself. I've been competitive my whole life and I have learned to get beat - it happens to everyone.
Lap 1 rocked, but I kept peeing - about 4 times now in 60 miles. Now I'm 70 or so miles into the race and entering the hills again around Hayden Lake (beautiful, as well). My legs are not responding as well on the hills and I am not passing as many people as before...in fact, my legs are feeling dead on some hills. What the hell is going on? Hills are my bread and butter. Another hill and the same deal - now I'm 80 miles and not feeling well. Where are my legs? What the hell is going to happen on the marathon? Shit!!!! I keep peeing and drinking and peeing - mile 90, I puke. What in the hell is going on? I puked in my mouth, spit it out and keep going. There is no fucking way that I am going to stop!!! Then, it dawns on me - I have not been taking my salt tablets - could that be the reason? I started taking enduorlytes from Hammer to deal w/ the heat of running in Colorado. Water seems to just pass through my system, but when I am taking salt, my body retains the water and it keeps me cooler - thanks Kathy. So, I had put a bunch of enduorlytes in my Perpeteum drink, but it was not enough. Thankfully, I have a nice slow downhill, fish the tablets out of my jersey, and start opening them into my water reservoir. Some girl passes me and says something, but I can't hear her. Three tablets later, I take a drink and game on again. Literally, that fast. I am far from perfect, but I feel better. And, now I am out of the hills w/ 15 miles to the finish which is flat / downhill. I pour it on and I am not passed the last 15 miles - in fact I pass 20 - 30 people in this stretch - bike down, marathon to go. The 6:04 on the bike feels like less than 3 hours - I can't explain - the event was surreal. 8 minutes in transition w/ awesome volunteers, a minute getting lathered sunscreen by more awesome volunteers and I go under the RUN START sign.
The run - I thought I would hurt on the start which had been the case on all my bricks (long bike followed by run workout). Kathy (my coach) said I would be ready and I was. I started out and was going to run from aid station to aid station and walk thru the stations - a variation of the 9/1 that I had trained with. 9 minute mile 1 (for me that was great), and it continued. I posted a few solid miles in the beginning, but my puking kind of caught up with me. I get out of the first loop area and am working my way out of town when I hear someone yell my name - it's Steve and Rob (Teresa's husband) - seeing them was just what the doctor ordered. Rob was not going to be able to make it due to a new job, but found a way to fly in that morning and was in Coeur d'Alene by the bike - if you want to talk about a supportive husband, Rob is the man. Back to the run, I was now taking the salt regularly, but was worried about my stomach, so all I was eating were orange slices. I was afraid that I would not be able to hold anything down. Then I had to hit the porta-potty for some #2 business around mile 5. The run still felt good, but I was worried about eating. Keep Moving Forward kept ringing in my head and I did. Aid station after aid station passed, but I had to eat - i needed the calories, or else I would just bonk. I ran up the hill around the 7 mile mark - the biggest of the hills on the run and just continued to do what I was doing - get me to mile 16 and I will gut it out if I have to - I don't care - I've come this far. Then Teresa catching me creeped into my mind again - if she beats me, more power to her, she is the better athlete of the day. On my second lap of the bike, I did put a considerable amount of time on her and estimated that I had about 45 minutes at that point - it was more for motivation than anything. Okay, I'm about 5 miles to the half-way point - get there and we'll talk. I contiued on and took in water, gatorade, and 1 slice of orange at each aid station. Also, I would swallow a salt tab every other aid station. As I get close on my way back to town, I see Teresa with her head down, and shout for her to chunk it out. She looks beat and I'm worried - we had worked out for the last 6 months together and we had a vested interest in getting across the finish line. I think it was mile 11 where I was starting to come back into town to make the loop where they had the course split - if your are heading for your 2nd lap, stay right, if you are finishing, go left. Ouch, close, but no cigar yet.
I hit mile 13 and am making the loop when I hit a downstride and feel two blisters on my toes blow and the ensuing pain. I am in this race, I have choked up no less than 10 times at this point thinking - I am doing an Ironman - thank goodness I was wearing sunglasses - I can't imagine what people would have thought about a grown man riding and running while almost crying. And, I don't cry, except for the Adventures of Yellow Dog - he just had to make it after falling into the shaft.
So, I am in this race, I am vested and two of my toes just exploded. My first and only thought - there in no fucking way that I am not finishing this race, I don't give a shit if I have to run the next 12 miles in pain, there is no way that I am not fucking finishing. 1/2 mile later there was no pain. But, now I really needed to eat - I was hungry, and I still had about 11 or so miles to go. My coach Kathy told me early on about a girl she coached who was having digestive issues and all she did was drink the flat cola they served and drank the chicken broth. I went with the cola, and opted to start slamming power gels at each aid station. It was working - don't get me wrong, I was hurting, but I started feeling some strength. I started running a little faster - not much faster, but a little faster. My stomach felt good - I'd double up on the gels and double up on the soda - I hit the hill at the turn point and tried to run - I just didn't have it - I walked to the top and ran down which was painful itself. Mile 21 - only 5 left and I choked up again. Through the aid station with my new plan and back on the road. Mile 23 - I caught this guy and ran with him for a bit - I told him that I should have blown by him, but I didn't know where my breakaway speed went. Next aid station. I saw Teresa and this time she was in awesome spirits and I could tell by her body language, she was golden. Fear averted, she was going to make it. The last 3 hurt, actually, that last 10 really hurt. I finally saw Trish w/ about 2 to go and she was in good spirits - I knew she was going to make it. Mile 24 1/2, so damn close - why can't my legs move faster. I was running and walking and running and walking. Everyone on the sidewalks were screaming - it was awesome. Then, there was the left/right split and I got to go left this time. C'mon, I'm and Ironman - 1/2 mile left - I've travelled 140.1 of the total 140.6 - I'm there. After a couple of turns, I was on the main drag....I could see the finish....I could hear the screaming....and it was all downhill. The sidewalks were 10 deep on both sides...I couldn't help but run...it was effortless - there was no pain....it was surreal. I remembered what Kathy told me - take off your glasses and hat (I turned it backwards) and make sure you cross the finish line by yourself for the picture. 12 Hours 26 Minutes and 14 Seconds after I started, I crossed the finish line - holy fucking shit, I did it. And, I didn't cry - I definitely choked up, and that was it - I was an Ironman. And, I can say that this was one of the best experiences of my life - worth every ounce of effort and every dollar that I spent to get here.
Teresa ended up finishing in 13:38, and Trish knocked out her 4th Ironman in 14:12.
So, I get my picture taken as a finisher and find my way to the transition area to get my phone. I sit down and call Kathy (my coach) and thank her profusely. There is no way I could have trained myself for this event - it was a great race and the best thing is that I feel as good as one can who just completed and Ironman. I check texts and messages - lots' of people have been tracking me all day long on the computer and a few actually saw me cross the finish line. Every time I went over a timing mat, all I could think about was people back in Denver watching on-line. Hey everyone, I'm still alive and moving forward.
If you actually read this entire blog, thanks. I read a bunch before doing IM CDA '08 and hope this helps inspire you to just keep moving forward.
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