I started this journey two years ago. My training buddy Bob Smith had just finished Vineman and we decided to do Ironman Coeur D'Alene in 2012. I had done some research on Ironman coaching prior to watching the race in 2011. The day after the race I signed up and a day later received an email from a coach I had contacted months earlier who asked, " Did you sign up? Ready to start training? That was the confirmation I needed ... A coach seeking accountability.
The flight attendant calls out over the loudspeaker.. "Welcome Ironman athletes on our flight to Spokane." I look around and realize she is referring to me and not just the fit athletic guy sitting next to me...
Training for an Ironman is a feat in itself and a journey just to get to the starting line. The personal sacrifices and monumental friends and family support is a daily enduring necessity. Not to mention my coach and other professionals who guided me on a daily basis.
Rock Star Credits
Coach Chris Hauth of AIMP Coaching
Craig Upton of Upton Performance Labs
Andy Tubbs Sports Massage Therapy
Nick Nicastro of SAGMonkey
Erica Moody of Presidio Sports Medicine
The O'Neil Boys
I had a daily battle with nerves as race day approached. You could feel the nervous energy wrapping the Athletes Village. I tried my hardest to zone out the race chatter and fill my head with Chris' wisdom and voice. The mini workouts helped ease my twitchiness. Nick Nicastro continued to flood my mind with positive thoughts and took care of my bike in between workouts. I felt like I had studied hard for an exam but had no idea how the professor was going to test me on the material.
The day before the race I ate my largest meal at 1:00pm, 18 hours prior to the gun time. Just do what Chris tells you to do and trust him. It worked like a charm. I woke up race morning hungry and ready to eat at 4:00am.
I made my way to the transition and dried off my bike from the evening downpour, loaded nutrition and tuned out a female athlete telling me not to go too fast down the hills. She sounded like Charlie Brown's teacher in my ears...next time I am wearing my Shuffle. I hook up with Bob and we make our way to the beach and get ready for the gun. My feet are happy to stand in the familiar sand and I can feel my heart beating through my wetsuit. 6:59 gun and we are off swimming. If you have ever been in traffic on the I-5 in Los Angeles at 5:30pm then you have experienced an Ironman swim start. It is packed and if I don't have a foot in my face then there is a hand grabbing my leg. I am searching for real estate.. Anything. I am breathing so fast I swim head up for a while just trying to find a way out of the mess which does not exist until the second turn. There was an emergency athlete evacuation which created huge swells from the emergency boat. I find myself almost underneath one of the red turn bouys. I complete the first lap in 46 minutes and actually quite surprised by that time all things considered. As I get out of the first lap I am elated that I am surrounded by athletes and not last! We climb back into I-5 for loop two and now I am warmed up, I can swim with ease and complete the last frozen lap. Water 57 degrees. I can do better on the swim and should have lined up farther to the right as Chris had told me to do.
I run out of the water on frozen feet and with numb hands toss on my helmet, shoes, arm warmers and glasses and set off to get my bike. Little long on the transition (9:29)! I am greeted at the bike racks with a roar of cheering (and funny antidotes) from my family and friends. I am off on my bike and review the plan, Z3 heart rate, eat 150 calories and drink 20oz every hour. The bike course is two loops of 56 miles and has a few challenging hills. Not steep just long and I am happy to have trained with my friends Mt. Tam and BoFax. There is a familiar silence on the bike and I feel like I am in a library..staying quiet but focused on my task at hand. I stopped at the first set of bathrooms and waited in line for 5 minutes. Same bathroom mess as a marathon...I should have known. I hear some just go on the bike and I tried that but, stage fright, it didn't work.. The next time I was smarter and found bathrooms with no lines! The second loop required more brain power on the way out on Highway 95. The hills felt steeper and the wind was pushing us back. I laughed a few times on the bike as I said to myself, "Holy $hit Leslie you are running a marathon today!" And so it was... I found T2 and another set of bathrooms....I was nailing the water requirement! I could not wait to get this bike (yes, beloved Cervelo) stuck off from the bottom of my feet! I reviewed the run plan and kept my HR within 5 beats +/- of a settled HR of 144. The sun found its way to the blue sky and the heat of the day rose from the asphalt. I could feel the heat and started my ice tricks. Never thought I would be thankful for the lessons learned on past bad marathons. Some stomach issues on the run but nothing new and not severe. The first loop was easier than the second and mile 16 felt like mile 20. I carried a 10oz Fuel Belt water bottle which filled easy at the water stops. I failed at eating on the run. I did sneak in a pack of Honey Stinger Chews one by one and drank Coke ( yes, you read right...) at mile 23 and by mile 24 I felt like Speedy Gonzales. I could hear Mike Reilly, the crowd, music and I honed in on the finish. The sun was beginning its decent and it was 7:00pm... How had this day flown by so fast? I see my boys cheering and before I know it I hear....Leslie you are an Ironman! I was greeted by a wonderful volunteer who held my arm and helped me through the shoot.
Swim: 1:29:02 Bike: 6:23:55 Run: 3:55:54
Division Rank: 11 Overall Rank: 587
Best Race Gear: A CH trained body
Funniest Sign: I trained 6 months to hold this sign
Biggest Laugh: Guys ripping them on the run
Lasting Memory: Chills I felt running through the finish
If you ask my legs if I will do another Ironman they will say no. If you ask my mind it would say...probably...
Thank you to all my friends and family. Without you this dream would have never happened. I love you and hope some day I can support you in your adventures.
My thoughts and prayers go to Sean Murphy and his family and friends. Sean died of cardiac arrest during the swim portion of the race. May you Rest in Peace. Article from Seattle Times