I arrived in Kona on Wednesday evening. The flight from St. Louis was long, almost
the entire flight from LA to Kona was filled with triathletes, really, really
fit looking triathletes. I was meeting
my friends Rodney and Diana (both experienced triathletes) as they were
attending a conference in Kona on exercise and sports science. I was very fortunate to have the opportunity
to stay with them and Rodney was a brilliant advisor as he had done Kona
before. I also got interesting snippets
from the conference, ideas for training and racing in the heat. I was lucky to travel to Hawaii many times as
a young girl, this taught me all about the good food it has to offer. I absolutely love Hawaiian Sun guava juice
and papaya with lime, breakfast of champions!
The atmosphere in Kona is second to none. I knew we would be wined and dined, but I did
not expect the fanfare that awaited us.
So many fit, talented people and tons of free stuff!! As my mum would say, “these people are
specimens”, lots of vein poppers and super tanned muscle-bound bodies!! There were tables set up all along the road
down to the race start and every time we went out for a run, bike or swim we
would arrive home with more free swag!
Highlights were the amazing Hawaiian tropics Gu Roctane flavor and a new
Gu Roctaine energy drink (both not on the market yet) and cute silicone swim
caps with animals on the from Biestmilch.
I also got to check out the new Garmin powermeter in the pedal spindles,
the Garmin 910XT watch and the LeMond
fluid trainer. Pretty neato stuff. I am such a gadget slut. I had a nice swim on Friday before the race,
looked at the beautiful fish. There was
even a catamaran out in the bay giving out free coffee (Coffees of Hawaii is
one of Chrissie’s sponsors). I spent
some time getting my nutrition all organized and put my good luck donut in the
freezer overnight for the transition bag tomorrow morning.
I was careful about organizing my race day nutrition. Since the 300 calories per hour worked in Canada, I was sticking with the same routine plus some additional salt tablets taped to my aerobars.
Racking the bikes was a pretty amazing experience. Never before had I been witness to so much bike porn. Simply amazing amassment of beautiful machines, none as beautiful as my Valdora PHX2 of course J
Race morning was early as usual, Rodney and Diana drove me
to the race site (they are the best friends ever!!) and I went into transition. The volunteers were weighing all the athletes,
I did not want to know my weight. Taper
week is a bitch. There was a lot of
media and video cameras and choppers overhead.
Pretty amazing experience. I took
everything in and was looking forward to the race and getting underway. The pier is a small place and they essentially
herded everyone onto the beach for the start, I felt like a cow.
I knew Joe had told me not to go out into the open water too early so I waited until 10 minutes until the start to swim out to the line. I had practiced treading water without expending energy the week before. It was pretty chill and I talked to a few girls as we were waiting for the start. The cannon went off and wow, what a washing machine. Way worse than IM Canada. Salty washing machine this time and major aggression. The swim felt long and I was glad Rodney had told me about the ship out in the bay that was the half way point, it was helpful sighting this. There was a lot of contact and I took in a lot of salty water, my mucus membranes felt pickeled and I was thirsty when I came out of the water. Not a great sign this early in the race.
The changing tent was insane. At IM Canada I had two lovely volunteers
doting on me and in Kona there were 250 athletes in the tent and it was
standing room only. I got a little claustrophobic
and just froze. Suddenly I realized the
race was still on. I grabbed my bike
gear, put it on and dabbed some sunscreen on my face. I was afraid my hands would be too slippery
if I applied it to liberally. Got off
on the bike and tried to get some fluid into myself. The sun was hot and everything people told me
about the bike ride in Kona was true.
The lava fields loose their allure after 20 miles, they are beautiful
but the beauty is the same. The pros
were on their way back as we were making our way to Hawi. Julie Diebens was riding with the pro men,
what a stud!! I was surprised Chrissie
was so far back, this was going to be an exciting race!! The cross winds up to
Hawi blow your doors off and the 3 miles before the turnaround were murder
(horrible headwind and all uphill). On
the way home I was really starting to expire in the oppressive heat and my
fanny and the soles of my feet felt like they were on fire. My wattage was starting to decrease despite
the fact that my effort felt high. My
legs were feeling the tax of two Ironman races 6 weeks apart, I could tell that
today wasn’t may day to break records and it became about survival more than
anything.
It was thrilling to see the men’s race unfold as I was
coming back into town on the bike. Craig
Alexander was absolutely killing everyone in the run, he was on his way into
the energy lab when I rode by. I was so
glad to see the transition and to get out on the run. Once I was running I could tell I didn’t feel
as invincible as I felt at the run start in Canada, the heat was taking its
toll. I could see my sunburn on my arms
was really bad, and my wrists were starting to swell from the heat……I got the
first 6 miles under my belt in 8:00 pace and as I started up Palani drive hill
the wheels started to fall off. It
helped give me some motivation to see Chrissie followed by Miranda run down the
hill to the finish, I could tell Chrissie would win but she looked like she had
battled and really conquered some demons.
I walked aid stations (slow walking, not the kind of walking that is
planned) and lost the will to be a competitor.
Once I was out of the energy lab I knew I would make it and got my
second wind, picking up the pace and walking aid stations at a respectable
pace. The runner in me was a little
embarrassed that I was acting like such a triathlete J
After going down Palani hill I could pick up the pace as I
knew the finish was close, the speakers were blaring and the choppers were
loud. Going across the finish line was
more special than I thought it would be. I was so proud to finish Kona. It was something that I would have never
dreamed possible this season and I felt truly lucky to have the
experience. My time was slower than I
had hoped but it didn’t matter, I was a Kona finisher and that was what was
important.
