Swim 1.9mi - 38:00 (23rd)
The swim start was a wee bit confusing given the changes. They let all the pros into the water (which was not too choppy this morning, thankfully) and assembled a paddleboard army to keep the testosterone fueled triathlete egos curtailed at the correct spot. The line, however, kept creeping up and I was a bit torn between following the requests of the intrepid paddleboarders and not getting left for dead at the sound of the horn. Eventually I chose option B, and scooted my back over to the right side behind some dudes that all look the same in cap and goggles. The gun sounded and my first IM attempt in 4 years was underway.
It became immediately apparent that we were moving at a high rate of speed. How does one gauge this, you might ask? Well, considering the visibility in Cozumel's water is 200' and the ocean floor was a mere 15-20' away I could see how many grains of sand were getting shifted by the ebbing currents. I could clearly make out fish. I actually looked down and saw a barracuda coming after the tail end of the pro pack and he could not catch us, so we were obviously moving rapidly through the water.
The start was very fast, as usual, and the pack thinned out relatively rapidly. I found myself planted behind two feet that were kind of like mine: a nice lazy, predictable kick. This person also decided to swim out in the channel at or beyond the buoy line. Since I was on his feet I had no real choice other than to follow. I then noticed he had a Team Tbb kit on (well, the newer version since TBB is no longer a thing) and figured he might have prior knowledge of the course. We strayed out to the right and I could tell someone was on my feet as well and way off to the left (inside of us) there was another group.
The course was fairly straightforward, just a straight shot down current until you get to Chankanaab Park/Dock exit. It seemed to go in and out a bit (the buoy line I mean) and that required a bit of attention. About 2/3 of the way through the swim my group and the group over to the left "merged" and I ended up behind this guy that was kicking frantically and it annoyed me very much because everytime I tapped his foot he would kick ferociously. Let's be realistic dude, you're gonna have people tap your feet. I'm not sorry. I am sorry you feel the need to try and kick me in the face. Maybe he was extra ticklish? Probably.
As we neared the swim finish (dock) the women's leader came blasting by, so I actually ended up exiting just behind Amanda Stevens so I had already been chicked once. Alas! It's ok, Amanda Stevens is fun to look at. Although, to be honest I never saw her again until the run. Womp womp.
I exited the swim feeling happy that I had managed to come out with people and hopeful that it would continue that way the rest of the day (being with people, nobody likes lonely time)!
T1 - 3:37
I had some trouble getting my swim-skin down to my waist, so that took almost the whole way to the changing tent. Once there, putting on my Pearl Izumi Octane sleeves was somewhat difficult as well, although the volunteers were very helpful. Once installed into my space suit, I ran with some expeditiousness to my bike, where I mounted mostly by myself and 1000 people watching (no pressure).
Bike 112mi - 5:07:54
As many who read this know, 112mi of biking is fairly boring. There is no way around that fact. Well, unless you go to the mountains. Throughout the entire race, I was passed by 3 people and I passed 2 people (not including the lapped participants). That's it. It was a very, very lonely and boring ride for me. But I was ok with that as I figured it would work out that way based on the fairly conservative wattage target Brian had given me. At first, I was afraid, I was petrified...but then I realized if I ran well it didn't matter what watts I rode or what my time was.
The west side of the island had a nice tailwind so with excitement levels high plus the wind the first 20-30 minutes was a bit too much power. It was fun though, and I enjoy moving quickly on two wheels. Plus, Brian had said:
Hour 1: 190 to 195 watts
Hours 2-4.5ish: 180-185 watts
I figured that on a flat course with "regular" wind that would be a 4:55 or so. Not blazing fast, but that's ok. Most people bike too hard anyway. In my head I thought the course had three "turns," one at the bottom of the island to carry onto the east side and one at the top of the east side to cut across, plus the one from cutting across back down the west side. I was wrong, as the road from the west side to the east side is the same road! Surprise! It just kind of bends left around the bottom of the island. So at some point on lap 1 I started noticing a strong headwind and I was perturbed as I was expecting a turn. Once we broke out into the open part of the island though it was quickly obvious that we were on the other side. Strong surf, wind blowing everything, no people or businesses or...anything at all. THIS was the east side. This section was tougher for sure. But, like everything, it too shall pass and I eventually made it to the island cut across. This was fairly fast as we had a direct-ish cross-wind. I carried into town where, literally, EVERYBODY was out cheering.
Cozumel population is not that big, and I feel confident in saying that everybody and their mother and their mother's family's mothers were out there cheering for each person like they were winning. In fact, some people literally did cheer me on like I was winning. So I got scared for a bit thinking I had cut the course and was the first one through. Then I quickly realized that there were no other options so I enjoyed being cheered for like I was the baddest dude alive. Some twisty-turnies through downtown and then back on the south-bound road on the west side. Seeing Jenny and Lori cheering by our place of residence was quite fun and I whistle-tipped at them as I went on down the road.
Southbound I continued, whistling merry tunes to myself to stay interested in what was happening. At some point past Chankanaab park, Rachel Joyce and Tine Deckers came riding past me. Dammit, chicked again. Rachel Joyce, however, is pretty good...so I didn't feel all that bad. As they carried off into the distance, I noticed some dark clouds hanging over the southern tip of the island. Those quickly arrived and we, quite literally, got poured on for about 5 minutes.
So that was kind of odd. On the east side of the island I started to pass some of the first lap people and for some strange reason realized that I had forgotten to put socks in my T2 bag. I am not sure how I remembered this so well, but I clearly could not recall putting socks into the bag the day before. So that's basically all I could think about through the rest of the bike race. Running a marathon sockless is not an option.
I came into town again and when I got to where Jenny was I stopped and told her to go look in my bag and just bring me a pair of socks somewhere on the run course (preferably near the beginning). I realized this could cost me penalty wise but I didn't care as having the socks was of great importance to me.
Lap 3 was, to be honest, fairly agonizing. At this point my lower back had been getting more and more annoyed at the continued cycling I was doing so I was having/needing/wanting to stand up out of the saddle and pedal more and more often. It is ironic to me that in every fit I do I tell people who are new to the tri bike to PRACTICE THE POSITION. I NEVER ride my tri bike. I just don't like it that much. My fit is great, but I have not practiced it - continuously - for more than 2:20 or so this year. That is my own fault. I should've realized it would be an issue, but I either didn't notice or didn't care enough to change my training for this "bonus" race. Oh well, right? Live and learn.
So lap 3 was still a fairly even split but I slowed a bit and my power was a bit more all over the place given how often I was getting out of the saddle to stretch my back. The last road across the island provided a bit of relief as I was finally not fighting the headwind anymore but I was worried about how much my back hurt. To be honest, I figured I'd start running and it'd go away like most stuff does when you switch from one sport to the other. I came into T2 and handed my bike off and my legs actually felt pretty good when I got off the bike...a product of the power plan, no doubt. Could I have ridden harder? Of course. But running better is more better than biking better and running worse.
|Very even bike splits (not sure what was up with the last 13k, everyone's was "off")|
T2 - 2:48
I knew something was wrong at the very beginning of T2. My bike to run bag was on the lower rack (the bag racks had a top row and a bottom row) and when I went over to grab it I almost fell over as the muscles in my lower back yelled at me for being a stupid b*tch. I went into the tent kind of running straight up (since I couldn't really bend my lower back and support any weight) and dumped the bags out in the chair. I changed (completely) and noticed that I had indeed forgotten my socks so put my shoes on (although, I had to sit down to do this because I couldn't bend over to put them on, ha!). A kid came over with a jar of vaseline and I said "why not" and grabbed a big handful and spread it everywhere I figured it would be needed....and headed out onto the run course.
Run 26.2 - ain't nobody got time fer dat (DNF)
There were SOOO MANY people right out of transition. It was pretty cool. I hoped that I would run and that my back would loosen up and that eventually I'd be fine. My legs felt fantastic and as a result I was struggling to run over 6:30 pace the first half-mile.
Unfortunately, however, my back just got worse. I was having to run like I had a broomstick jammed somewhere it shouldn't be up my spine, as any pressure on my lower back muscles caused me to jerk around and whine like a little baby. I didn't really "give up," however, until mile 4 or so. Each mile got slower as the pain increased but it wasn't until mile 4 that I said to myself "I don't want to do this." I don't wanna just hurt with real pain the whole run. My legs hurting, my feet hurting, my face hurting, my ego hurting...that's all ok. But back hurting is not ok. Scott has been dealing with back problems for years now. Bill Robertson had to pull out of his IM because of a back problem. Nick Baldwin had back problems in his lead-up to IM AZ. I WANTED to finish an IM, but not at the expense of my health.
So at the turnaround I decided to stop running. I walked for a bit. I ran a bit. I was just going to make my way back into town and turn in my chip. I saw Ashley coming the other way and a whole slew of people were passing me but I just didn't care. I don't mind sucking (well, I do) but I do mind hurting. I eventually got to Lori and Jenny, put on the socks she gave me, and sat down. I watched and cheered with them as we made our way back into town. Cheering for Ashley, Duran and Laura and stopping then going and getting back into downtown was fun. I had a bacon cheeseburger, still with my chip on my ankle. So technically I could have got back on the run course and kept running if my back had improved, but it had not.
My race was over officially when I handed in my chip just after Ashley finished and we found in in the "recovery" chute.
Live to fight another day. I will be back and I will be very good at this distance. I have no doubt about that. Just not in 2013 :)