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tburt75
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 Posted: 05/12/03 - 08:57 Post subject: Cliffnotes
Here's the short short version, just for PH:
Swim, roxxored. I did very well and was really relaxed. The rip current however took me 1/3 of a mile down the beach away from the swim exit. It took me 4 minutes to run back up the beach.
Bike, roxxored. I took off my computer so i could race by feel. i 'felt' like 19.2 mph over the 56 miles. Since i was in the last wave, i got to pass tons o' people. I pissed on the bike, it was interesting, also ate 2 bars and 5 gels.
Run, Roxxored to a point. I was feeling so good, enjoying this race so much, it had to come to an end... The first 9 miles of the run were awesome. I settled into a nice groove, had a nice breeze...i got a side stitch but i started to breath in real deep to stretch my diaphram, and it worked. I took water and a gel at each stop, and tried to get a gel with caffeine, if not i drank defizzed soda. The caffeine didn't make me faster, but it certainly kept my mind awake...and POSITIVE. i didn't have many negative thoughts until about mile 10.
so ANYWAY, i was having a great time, putting ice sponges under my hat and letting neighbors to the race course spray me with water...which got my shoes wet, which got my feet wet, which caused some very very painful blisters at m ile 9. Mile 9 the stitch came back, and for the next 4.1 miles i couldn't get rid of it. I had planned to run between every aid station, and walk each station: i walked at least 4 minutes of mile 11, 12, then when i hit that mile 12 i put everything i had into a slow trot. I wasn't going to walk that 1.1 if i died trying. The blisters screamed out, my traps and shoulders were locking up, my hamstrings were begging for mercy.
This is where i finally understand why people hate it when someone says, "Almost there!" "just around the corner!" because usually it's NOT just around the corner, and you get in you're mind that its almost over...but it's not.
I did know however that i was close because it was an out and back course. As i rounded the final corner i realized i wasn't going to break 6:30, and i was wheezing from part crying, part exhaustion, part laughing, part trying to breath. Just then a guardian angel came up and started running beside me. It was Carl, in his flip flops, running next to me. He could see the pain on my face, and started talking to me to get my mind off it, he just kept giving me encouragement. I was at that red line in my mind where it was just force of will keeping my legs going, i couldn't see the finishline and i said, "Where's the fu$king finishline!?" and Carl pointed it out.
When i saw it, it was about 350 yards away, and from somewhere deep inside, i gathered the strength to kick. If i had let one thought of stopping cross my cerebrum, i would have collapsed right there. I was breathing so loudly that people were turning to see what was going on. I passed into the chute and was promptly held up by a friendly pair of volunteers. They kept asking me if i wanted to go to the medical tent and i kept nodding my head, i wanted an IV to at least help me recover. Somene gave me a water, and they started to haul me to the tent.
Just then i saw the person with the finishers medals and i stopped. I couldn't really talk with the mix of breathing and emotion flooding through me...the guy stopped and looked at me, i just pointed to the finishers medal. He smiled, "Gotta get that for sure!" and they put one over my head. I must say i was quite reassured by the strength and grip of the volunteer hauling me to the med tent, he was a very nice fellow and took care of me for 5 or so minutes before the doc put an IV in me.
K, this is the cliffnotes version, so i won't go on, but i will be including that whole part in my full report.
Times:
Swim 44:59
Bike: 2:55
Run: 2:47
Overall: 6:34
Today my traps are totally locked up, my hamstrings are complaining quite loudly and my quads are mildly burnt. My blistered feet still are in big pain...but what a great race.
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Posted: 05/12/03 - 18:08 Post subject:
Akern, you're too funny! Carl is my surrogate father. We've been friends for over 10 years, he took care of me when my father left. He's human, and very real. he came up to see me race.
As for an update. I was feeling really good sat night, good on sunday, today in the morning it was hard to get up, but i ate some breakfast, went to work, and my condition deteriorated by the minute. I could hardly move and i was extremely tired despite getting 9 hours of sleep last night. I went home and slept another 5 hours, i'm going to lie on the couch and watch the boob tube, something i havn't done in forever. this delayed onset fatigue is scary. I literally couldn't keep my eyes open, i passed out on my bed.
I checked my resting HR when i got up though, and it's normal. so ....i'll finish my FULL report tonight and post it.
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Congratulations, Jed! You are SOO the man, brotha!!!! 
