Syracuce race report

Ironman Syracuse 70.3 Race Report September 19, 2010

Wow! Where to begin? Ill start with the day prior to the race as this was just as important as race day for me. Being this was my first 70.3 my nervousness was at an all time high! I was tired, scared and having uncontrollable anxiety all day. Sean and I met Chris Rotelli at the beach around 11 a.m. We were all going to do the traditional day before, swim, bike and run workout to get warmed up. Upon arriving to the beach, there were signs up that the beach was closed and no one was aloud to swim until after 2:00. Chris nor I were having any part of this. The posted water temp was 63, but the “floating” word was it was much colder the deeper you went. Lucky for us, we were only going 1.2 miles…LOL! We suited up in our wetsuits and started to run for the water. Our thoughts were if they wanted to chase us in a boat, so be it. We needed to swim and to the amazement of a large number of other athletes, we did! 100 meters into the swim and it happened. I popped up and so did Chris, neither of us could breath! We were both hyperventilating from the shock of the cold water. We talked to each other, got our breathing under control and agreed to keep going. Throughout our swim, the beach started to accumulate onlookers and soon we saw others jumping in. However, none were going very far or coming anywhere near us, it was just too cold. We finished our swim and headed out on the bike followed by a short run. I cut my run very short as this was the first time I ran on my foot and the pain started after the first half mile, pushing it wasn’t necessary that day. The rest of the day was uneventful. Todd McIntyre drove Sean and I around the bike course and then we drove the run course before going to dinner. That night, 4 of us were hanging out talking in the house that Chris hooked us up with. Cant thank he and Amy enough! Todd McIntyre, Sean McBurney, Chris Rotelli and I all sat around talking. The stories really calmed me down and Todd was such a HUGE welcome as he really put me at ease.

4:00 a.m. came and I was up! No alarm needed, I opened my eyes, looked at my watch and it was time. About 15 minutes later I received a text message from a pro-triathlete, Amy Javens. She gave me the temperature, conditions and a short note to get me psyched up! She was a big help as well, getting me hyped all week and when I was in doubt, she was reassuring. We packed up the cars and headed to the race. Oh wait, we had to turn around, Chris forgot his water bottles. LOL! We arrived and I started to set up my transition area. I had no clue what I was doing as anxiety took over! I stared at my bike for a while until another athlete next to me said, “hey, you got this!” I snapped out of it and continued to set it up. After I was done, I was still very nervous and thought I had forgot something so I sought out Mr McIntyre! Todd came over, very calmly and went over everything with me. I walked to the beach where I met Chris R, Sean, Jim and Jim’s wife Eileen. I was finally starting to smile! We headed to the water to get acclimated to the temperature. Jim had me laughing as he danced to the music playing. I think there were about 150 people in the water and everyone was peeing…sorry Todd.

The announcer called the time and the first wave was off. I was standing with my wave and talking to a guy from Jersey. He was HUGE and told me to relax and that I could draft off of him. Everyone was very nice. Panic was now starting to set in and just as I started to pee myself, Todd shows up and shakes my hand. Some last words of encouragement and I couldn’t have been more appreciative. I cant thank you enough Mr. McIntyre! You are truly a class act! The horn sounded and we were off. I ran into the lake with the group and started to swim. For the first 200 yds I swear I didn’t breath and then it caught up to me. I panicked! I was hyperventilating! I picked my head up and just started to breast stroke. It took about 2 minutes before I yelled at myself out loud, “This is an Ironman event, you can do this, put your head down and get, your ass, MOVING!” and so I did! Every stroke from there on was getting faster and faster, my pulls were stronger and my glides got longer. The swim cap colors were starting to change as I came up on the wave before me and I had turned the corner to come back. I was out of the water and onto the bike.

Swim time: 32:56

T1 3:16

My transition from swim to bike did not go so smoothly. I was very disoriented from the cold swim and apparently my nerves had still not calmed down. I ran out of the water and heard people cheering for me. I was so happy to see Chris Rotelli’s family and Jim Wrubel’s wife Eileen there! It made me smile! I ran to transition and passed the wetsuit strippers and water station. I didn’t even see them. I arrived at my bike, pulled off the rest of my wetsuit and grabbed my bike. This is where things went bad. There was a red line to mount your bike and I was running as fast as I could. I hopped on my bike but couldn’t get clipped in. I was still pedaling and looking down…MISTAKE! The next thing I saw was the sky, I had pedaled off the street and right into a parked car. 4 people helped me up and back at it I was…again in the grass. I just couldn’t get my head straight. When they started to yell for officials to come help I knew I had to go, so I just pedaled not clipped in the best I could to get away and back on course. I was a mess, heart rate was in the 180’s and there was 10 miles of hills to climb ahead.

I started to climb and tried to get as much nutrition in me as possible. MISTAKE number 2! I knew I was in trouble when in the first 5 miles, I was passed by Chris Rotelli and everyone else. I was barely making it up the hill, I couldn’t get my heart rate down and I knew I had to stop this, get things under control or else I wasn’t going to finish the bike, let alone the entire race. So I did! I put my bike in the easiest gear and I just pedaled. After about 20 minutes I was back! My legs started to feel good, my breathing was under control and my heart rate was in the 130’s. Its time to go I thought and so I did. On the first large decent I was at full speed. I must of passed 25 bikes just on that first down hill. The visibility was poor as the fog was extremely thick, however I didn’t care. To the left of the lane I went and full speed ahead I road. Every mile from there on out I was passing people and feeling good until mile 22ish when I started to throw up. You could have set your odometer to it after that, because on each mile, I threw up again, and again and again. Nothing would stay down and it was almost comical as the other riders were very concerned with me. A gentleman pulled up next to me and asked, “dude, are you ok? I have never seen someone throw up that much in my life!” The funny part was that I was ok. I couldn’t keep anything down, but I was still pedaling pretty fast, my heart rate was elevated but I didn’t feel that bad. I tried to grab whatever I could for calories and get it down. Lesson learned: power bars taste just as good coming up as they do coming down. I finished the bike course and into T2 I ran.

Bike time: 2:35:19

T2: 2:13

T2 was much different then T1 for me. To start with I knew my name and was coherent. My fingers were cold and I had some trouble getting my shoes off. (I really need new tri shoes) So I sat down, took a breath and grabbed the plastic bag with my running gear in it. It was raining that morning so I put my shoes, socks and visor in a bag to stay dry during the swim and bike portion of the race. This worked well and I put them on and started to run out of transition. I popped two salt pills on my way out with the same result that I had on the bike…puke! I saw a whole pill come up and tried to grab it as I knew I needed it but I missed and just got a handful of watery vomit instead.

As I hit the pavement and started to run I was hoping my leg and foot would hold up. This was the first time I would put any mileage on my damaged foot and also the first time I would run with the store bought orthotics in my shoes. It was a risk but I knew I had to try them out. After rounding the first turn I felt great! I was running under control and that’s when I heard my name being cheered again. This time it was Chris Nocera’s family and fiancé. What a great feeling that was. I caught up to a guy and we started to run together. He told me after the 2^nd mile together we were at a 6:34 pace. I was amazed and again, felt great! 2 more miles went by and I knew we were slowing and he decided to drop back. Under total amazement, I kept going. At this point I was thinking I had slowed to about a 7:10 pace. It was my normal run pace and I started to think about where I was in the park and relate to how much further I needed to go. No big deal I thought. Keep this up and you will finish in a really great time. This was the plan all the way until mile 9. WOW! I saw that mile marker and honestly thought the world was going to end. With just over 4 miles left my quads were burning on every step, and my thoughts drifted to something Jim Wrubel had said about just gritting it out and making yourself continue. At each water stop I was taking water, then Gatorade then water. Now I was looking for gels. Oh, a quick note. I didn’t run with glasses on and found out that Gatorade burns your eyes unbelievably! Mental note, perhaps keep swim goggles for run section…

The road was covered with inspirational sayings and that is what kept my mind off of the pain. My pace was slowed dramatically and it was one foot in front of the other. Don’t stop I said even for a second or to go through the aide stations. I knew if I stopped I would feel pain elsewhere and that I didn’t want to experience. I passed a cop at mile 12 and remember asking him to taze me. I figured if I was tazed, I could lie down. He laughed and told me to get moving I was almost there. Finally the last climb and last turn and down hill I started to go! I could here the music playing and the crowd ahead so my pace picked up. My excitement was crushed when I saw the last water station and a sign that said “half mile to go!”! Oh shit! I picked it up way too early. I spent everything on that last little bit. Through the aide station I went, water, Gatorade in the eye and water. I was getting closer and no one was in front of me nor behind me. I saw the crowd lined on both sides of the street and the music was loud! They started to clap and cheer and called out my name. I almost started to cry. One last turn and there was the finish line. I was holding back tears and started to smile. Across the finish line I jumped!

Run time: 1:44:22

The event was awesome! My friends and their families are awesome! The volunteers at this race were awesome! I cannot express enough, the emotions, the thrills and the excitement of competing in this race! Thanks to everyone!!! Clearwater he we come!