If the miles behind me could be put into words before you, you would feel my efforts, my struggles, my desires. Most of all you would see my joy. Watch me from afar run the trails and hills and miles upon miles and you will see ...

Friday, August 31, 2007

Ironman Canada 2007 Race Report

"There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered." - Benjamin Franklin

I'd like to say I was as jubilant when I crossed the line last Sunday as I was back in 2002 but I'd be lying.  It was a difficult day and I was truly glad to reach the finish.  I think it wasn't new to me anymore and therefore found it not as exciting as five years ago.  I feel like it was a great personal accomplishment time-wise, it just didn't feel the same emotionally.
The whole week leading up to the race was unseasonably cool with a great deal of wind coming off Okanagan lake during the day.  That didn't bode well for the bike on race day.  Saturday and Sunday were very calm on the water first thing in the morning, very opposite to the previous days where it was quite choppy when doing our last few swim workouts.  I treated the day more or less as a long workout.  I know sometimes people will say to do that just so you stay calm and not to burn yourself out or get too anxious about things.  Whereas I used to get up before an Ironman around 3:30 or 4:00 to eat, I got up at 4:30 and ate about 4:45, the same time before any race I'd done this year.  I tried to keep the same routine.  I walked down to the start in the dark with the music playing on the ishuffle and eventually wound my way to the body-marking line-ups.  It was quite long but, hey, it was only 5:20, lots of time to get everything done.  So I was close to the front and removed the headphones to get my shirt off to get me marked and the first thing I heard from someone in line was, "Man, you'd think they would have more body markers with all these people doing the race", in a real downer tone.  I thought to myself that that guy has started his day out very poor and was only wasting energy on something he couldn't control.  With just about 2500 athlete's registered, there were line-ups for everything all week - picking up race packages, buying clothing and merchandise, the carbo dinner, port-a-potties, the awards dinner, and picture pick-up to name a few.  Like I said before, there was lots of time to get everything done.  All we really had to do was pump up our tires, drop off the special needs bags and dry clothes bags, stand in line for the bathrooms and then swim. 

I saw Tracey doing body-marking after mine was done so went over for a pre-race hug. 

Not much was said as it had all been covered in the last few days.  I handed in my bags, pumped the tires, hit the bathrooms and didn't really have a lot of time to just take in the moment like I usually do before a race.  I had planned to just sit and listen to music and get my head in the game but it didn't happen.  Before I knew it I was in my wetsuit doing a warm up swim. 

The pros were off at 6:45 which left 15 cold minutes standing in the water waiting.  Natasha and I were side-by-side and I have to thank her for convincing me to stay in a spot that was in-line with the buoys to prevent extra meters swimming.  I told her that THIS was where the washing machine happened and we were going to get pummeled.  I tried to sound strong and agreed to stay there instead of off to the side but inside I was cringing like a kicked dog.  I feel bad because as it turned out I had the swim of my life and she was the one with the panic attack on this day.  I haven't had very good experiences in open water races this year as those who read this blog can attest to.  I was VERY anxious and apprehensive all week leading up to this.  I figured once this swim was over it was all downhill.  I had even pre-apologised to Tracey about how my swim time was going to suck.  I saw Brent Cyr and we shook hands and wished each other well.  Dave Simcox also walked by and we shook hands and said good luck.  Dave lost a good training partner earlier this year after colliding with a person on roller blades so I imagine he had a lot on his mind that morning. 

We left a small space in front of us as a cushion to start off easy.  For some reason I had a good ten or twenty easy strokes and got my rhythm right away.  After that it was just a matter of speeding up and settling in behind someone's feet.  It was going so well that I changed the "angry" music in my head to "My Perfect Day" by the Cranberries.  It kept me relaxed and actually enjoying the experience.  It seemed every time we got close to a buoy, everyone closed in around me to get as close as they could.  On a couple of occasions I could have hit them with my elbow (the marker buoys, not the other swimmers).  Same with rounding the corners where they had houseboats sitting - it was a mad rush to get as close to them as we could but once clear it was smooth sailing again.  I only got hit straight in the goggles once but several times was whacked in the back of the head by the same guy on three strokes in a row.  That's when I was the better swimmer and stepped aside.  It was a tremendous feeling getting closer to the shore and when you can hear the announcer you know you're close. 

I ran out of the water and checked my watch quickly and saw that the time of day was 7:58 meaning I had broken an hour on the swim, something I'd wanted to do since my first Ironman!!  That brought a smile to my face and after the wetsuit strippers almost dislocated my ankle getting the suit off, I ran past Tracey where she even checked her watch in amazement.  Swim time 59:20, 104th overall, 23rd in age group, three minutes faster than '02.

There were so many chairs in T1 for a change I had a huge choice where to sit and lots of room to put my stuff everywhere.  The volunteers were so good in both transitions, doing everything and getting anything you need.  Can't say enough about them all over the course.

I found my bike and saw Mom and Dad and Steve and Bonnie on the other side of the fence wishing me well.  It's so cool heading out onto main street with the streets lined with people cheering you on.  The road down Skaha was nice due to the lack of headwind that was soon coming.  It felt so effortless that I was surprised to have made it to Osoyoos in and hour and a half only.  Then the work began on Richter Pass.  We had a bit of a headwind off and on going up but the climb seemed manageable on this day.  All the way up here as well were pockets of cheering friends and family of athlete's which is why I think it seemed so easy.  Trish from Peninsula Runners was in her usual spot cheering the riders on.  We actually had a good speed going down the other side so I figured we were going to be in for a long ride to Keremeos due to headwinds. 
After the rollers it was the dreaded flat section to the out and back turnoff where all riders encountered their worst fear - wind in your face the whole time.  It wasn't a nice gentle breeze either, it was like driving through a tunnel with your windows down having a big semi-truck beside you needing new mufflers.  Deafening.  It was tough for me because there was no one in front of me so I couldn't gauge whether I was gaining or losing on anybody.  Just like a training ride it was tough just keeping your head down and slogging along.  It was here that fatigue started to creep into my legs and back.  I was stretching every few minutes which was a big distraction from staying in the aerobars. I finally hit the turnoff for the out and back and was met with a tailwind out to the turnaround and the special needs bags.  I hadn't used as much of my CarboPro 1200 as I thought I might so I didn't even stop to pick up a new bottle. 

Once I got headed back to Yellow Lake there was the %$@! headwinds again pretty much all the way to Yellow Lake.  Once on the climb however, there was nothing and I was climbing strong, mostly in the aerobars.  This section is just like the Tour de France where there are people lining the roads making a little cheering tunnel for you to go through.  Unlike the Tour riders, I heard everything they were saying and took as much strength from it as I could.  Everything from "looking good", to "almost to the top", to "great spinning", and, my favorite, "Nice arms" to which I responded I would gladly trade them for new legs. 

From here there was literally no one in front of me all the way back to town. It was the loneliest part of any race I'd ever done.  A big hello to Damien from Peninsula Cycles on this section.  More headwinds past the Penticton airport and then all the way down Main Street.  The crowds once again got me pumped up and I started looking forward to the run.  Bike time 5:16, 59th overall, 10th fastest in age group, three minutes faster than '02 (there's a trend here).

The run this time made you go through town then towards our motel near the Sicamous boat.  It was here that I finally saw Carrie and the kids for the first time that day.  There were high-fives all around and then I headed out of town.  I saw a bunch of people including Jim from the Cactus Club Cafe (who has agreed to sponsor my trip to the Netherlands.  Thanks Jim!), now off to OK Falls!

At first I didn't even feel like running.  I thought about how I was possibly going to complete this course feeling like this.  I kept up with the CarboPro I had on my water bottle belt and it gave me the energy to move forward.  We had a tailwind again which made for warm temperatures when the sun peeked out the few times it did.  When I got to around eight miles I kept telling myself only five more to the turnaround, then four more, and so on.  It got a little easier at this point and getting to the halfway point was cool as it was right where Day 1 of Ultraman ended last year.  I started getting hot spots on the bottom of my toes around here and wondered if it was because of the brand new shoes I was wearing (gasp!!).  I know, never try new equipment in a race but these Adistar were familiar to me and they never got any worse, I didn't even end up with blisters. 

All the way back I just kept thinking of finishing and stopping.  Nothing else.  It was CarboPro and Pepsi that kept me going.  There were two guys in my age group that passed me but I didn't have the killer instinct to try and go with them.  I had picked up the pace towards the end of shorter races this year but I think I was afraid of cramping or blowing up and not being able to salvage anything from the run.   I didn't want to walk in the last few miles.  I saw Peter and Dave Burns at the Skaha marina on the way back and that gave me more fuel to keep going.  Then it was Jim again where we turned off Main street and I knew I was almost home.  On the final stretch I took a couple looks over my shoulder and was alone by about 100m.  I felt I could sprint this section if I needed to.  I didn't see anything on that last bit except the finishing arch.  Breaking through it felt like I'd done a long training day and I just needed a rest.  There were no fireworks in my head, no, "I can't believe I've done it", just a deep satisfaction of finishing a hard day.  I didn't know until Jason from Calgary told me that Rob Neidermeyer had given me my medal.  I don't think I even looked at him.  Run time 3:23, 57th overall, 9th in age group, 13 minutes faster than '02.  Overall time 9:45, 29th overall, 4th age group.  Proud of that. 

We watched many friends come past us later at the last run turnaround before the finish but the cold wind coming off the lake drove us back to our room to see the rest on TV.  I did manage to get out around 11:30 in time to shake Steve King's hand as he came by; him overcoming some serious issues to get through the race.  The lunch we shared in town earlier that week was the highlight of my whole Ironman trip this year.

That was my sunset triathlon for I don't know how long.  Maybe I'll be back for the 30th anniversary...

Now I have to say thanks for the many people having a hand in my best Ironman ever:
Of course the list tops out with Carrie, Hannah and Elias, always understanding and accepting of me leaving early and getting home late; Paul Williams and everyone at Peninsula Runners; Lorne from Adidas; Keith at North Shore Athletics who, with Lorne and PR, got me a spot to compete in this year's race; Ferg Hawke and his generous supply of CarboPro products that powered me through this and other races through the year; Tracey and her wonderful swim coaching and even better friendship; all the swimmers at Watermania that made a tough thing easier to get out of bed for; and finally anyone who wished me well through the year and cheered me on at races.  It was a great time.  
Thank you.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Info Letter Ironman Canada 2002

I wrote this letter for Darin without his knowledge when he did IMC 2002. Steve King read it out loud at the Carbo Dinner but Darin was not there to hear it. I think a lot of the sentiment in this letter still rings true. He has always worked on how to train without taking away family time and I thank him tremendously for that.

Do not be fooled by the apparent scantness of Darin’s info page. He has achieved far greater than he realizes. He started triathlon three years ago. Being the type of person who, when struck by a passion, needs to pursue it fully and completely, he totally immersed himself in the sport. We have a sign on our kitchen cupboard that reads “We interrupt this marriage to bring you triathlon”, and it is true. If it wasn’t races being broadcast on TV or reading his magazines, he was out training. In the beginning, he was doing short course and the training didn’t take much time. The year he started training for Ironman Canada, things started to change. This race means so much to him. He could probably recite word for word the last three Hawaii Ironman broadcasts and I think he still gets teary-eyed when he thinks of Dick and Rick Hoyt. He has given up so many things to train, among them being sleep. He works as a bus driver in Vancouver at night and during the day is a wonderful stay-at-home Dad to our children. He used to sleep when they napped but they haven’t done that for a while. Now they just know to be quiet when Dad’s napping and will play quite happily on their own.

He also has realized another dream in being selected for the Justice Institute’s Fire Academy, beginning in October 2002. In preparation for this schooling, he has been taking Distance Education courses in order to satisfy various Fire Departments’ requirements of thirty credit hours. He studies at night, on his bus, when he has a break.

Since stepping up his training this year, he has had to become quite creative regarding when he works out. Many times, he’s up before the rest of us and sometimes goes out after we’ve gone to bed. That way there is more time for him to be with us. I am truly amazed at how much training he can pack into a week or one day for that matter. Some days we don’t see him for more than thirty minutes before he’s off to work or to work out.

I used to think it was easy for him to leave and go for a bike or run. He could just walk out that door and go. But it’s hard when you come back and your children don’t want you to do anything for them. It’s hard when you come back and you’ve missed one of those precious moments in your child’s life. It’s hard to come back and your wife tells you it’s easier to sleep when you’re not there simply because she’s so used to you not being there. It’s hard when you come back and an hour later you have to leave for work. He is totally focussed on his goal and is committed to reaching it. He is also completely committed to being a good father and a good husband. He is a wonderful example for our children. They are so much better off because he has chosen this journey, Being on his own for those long rides or runs, he is able to concentrate on that which is important to him. We didn’t know it, but he took us with him every time.

He constantly strives to do better and better. His first race, locally at Crescent Beach 1999, he completed in 2:44:42. In 2001, his time was 2:11:04. He’s not afraid to push himself in a race or in training to achieve the best he can. Overall, his determination and will seem to have no end.

On August 25, 2002, he races his first Ironman distance, though he’s done it many times in his mind and dreams. I know he has the stuff. He proves it everyday.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

The Last Pre-Ironman Entry

Finally the days left til the race are few. All summer long I've been not too excited about the Ironman as I had fallen in love with everything that is trail running. The whole Ironman pressure and the nerves just aren't present when I'm on the trail. I've been doing my workouts with passion and intensity but it just didn't have the sense of urgency and newness like it did five years ago when I did my first one. I can't believe how much stuff I have to bring with me to cover the swim, bike and run. Not to mention what to put in transition and special needs bags. The list is huge!!

However, in the last couple of weeks my competitive side has taken over. Numbers have been crunched and goals set; mental exercises and visualisation has been a regular part of my workouts and occupying my thoughts most of the time; I've checked out the times for my age group from the last five years and think I have a good chance to podium if I meet my goal times. I have been treating the lead-up to this race not as an Ironman per se, but more as a competiton and a deep-rooted need to do the best that I can. I think if it was a ping-pong tournament I would gear myself up the same way (you know what I mean). I'm feeling as if I'm going down a narrowing tunnel and at the very end when I squeeze out it will be race day and everything is going to come together and I'll have a great day. Barring any mechanical problems, my goal time is.......Okay, I've never publically announced what I think my time will be in a race, I will tell anyone who asks though. I'm past the point in all of this where the standard answer is, "I just want to finish", or, "whatever the day holds for me I'll take". Although these are both true, I definitely want to tear up the course this year, as I said I wanted to do after I finished the race in '02. I've always said I wanted to come back and RACE this course, not just finish it. I didn't know if I would ever do this race again and due to some factors all aligning last fall, it worked out that I could.

I am so grateful for everyone who has helped along the way, and you know who you are. Without so much support and sponsorship, I would not get these 140 miles in. I feel lucky, as I always do, just to be able to get to the start line injury-free and healthy. Just the fact that I am physically able to do the race where others cannot due to disabilities makes me feel like I've already won this one. No matter what happens I will finish the race whether it be sprinting or crawling, and I will be just as happy either way. See you at the finish line.

Monday, August 20, 2007

Ironman Canada 2002 Race Report

I should explain to those who don’t know about my “circles of inspiration”: A few months before I asked some chosen family and friends to write words of encouragement and inspiration for my Ironman race on these little circles of coloured paper that I sent them. What I got back was something no less than amazing. The thought and love that went into what was written on them (yes, even yours, Steve F.) was proof enough that I have the best people in the world behind me for this race and I was out to prove it to them. I pinned these circles to the running hat I’ve used since I started doing running races and triathlons. I placed the hat at the turnaround portion of the run to help me get home and it did a great job, as you will see. I put a few quotes throughout this epic and who sent them to me.

“You have within you, right now, all that you need to achieve your goal. Thinking like a champion will allow you to reach that potential. Remember your accomplishments are the direct result of your thoughts. When you choose the right kind of thoughts, you can create the destiny you have always wanted” - Amby Burfoot - Carrie

Flashback to a little over two years ago at Ironman Canada 2000. We had been in Osoyoos for a week and then went to Penticton to watch the race. Carrie was back at our Motel with the kids and I was at the finish line watching the last of the competitors come across the line. I watched the fireworks display that they have at midnight and as I turned away to go back to the car I remember thinking, “two years to go starts right now”. Now, to count down 730 days is a little crazy so I waited until after I registered the following year and had the countdown from 365 on my fridge at home. For anyone who has not experienced the finish line it is something to put on your ‘to do’ list. I felt so many emotions as the last people ran, walked, and staggered to the end. Some had babies in their arms and that made me cry outright. I knew for sure I was going to do this one day and the only thing that stopped my from signing up for 2001 was Carrie. Before you say anything, I have to clarify that she helped me see the light - at the 2000 New Balance Half-Ironman in Victoria I had a less than memorable race with leg-seizing cramps about one kilometer into the run. I managed to basically shuffle the other nineteen kilometers to the finish line in about 1:53 and was both happy that I made it yet disappointed I didn’t do the way I had hoped. Carrie suggested that instead of rushing into Ironman in 2001 and possibly finishing like I had in Victoria, I take next year and try to better my time at the Half. Well, recalling history, it turned out to be a very good suggestion. In 2001 I shaved almost forty-five minutes off of the 2000 race and felt good. Of course, I had help with a new bike from Steve which didn’t hurt, either.

“She woke in the morning, she knew that her life had passed her by. She called out a warning ‘don’t ever let life pass you by’”. a song by Incubus

My coach, Chris, was great in giving me monthly schedules and adjusting them every couple of weeks as my situation changed - like how I was training for the Vancouver Marathon and about three weeks before found out that was the one and only day that the Fitness Test for the Justice Institute Fire Academy Course was to be held on. I actually entertained thoughts of running the marathon and then going right to the test at noon but thankfully decided against it. As it turned out (pardon me tooting my own horn) I came first out of one hundred fifty applicants overall for the written and physical tests. Chris also answered tons of my questions and made the year pretty much perfect. I did not get sick or injured in the whole eight months I was training. Amazing after seeing some of the people who would get on my bus at one in the morning.

“True commitment begins when you reach the point of not knowing how you can possibly go on...and decide to finish what you started”. From Jeff and Diane

My most anticipated workout came on the May long weekend when Luke, Evelyn and I drove up in Luke’s truck to Penticton to ride the course. I know they still have my ‘angry’ music ringing in their ears. Steve, Neil, and Kelly also met us up there and we were off riding early Saturday morning. We started out fast on the stretch before Osoyoos and everyone wondered if Luke and I, who broke away from the rest, would keep up the pace. We did pretty well ending up doing 177kms in around 5:30 or so. I had a rough stretch along the out and back near Cawston with Luke wondering what was up as he had never seen me this disheartened. I guess the wind going to Keremeos wore me down and Luke said to me after the ride that he felt great due to the fact I pulled him around the whole course. Having him there was the best thing to keep me going hard as he is a great inspiration and an awesome rider. I convinced him to come up and do another ride in July and thankfully he did as we rocked the course better than the previous time. I felt strong after this ride, knew that I would get through with the times I was shooting for. I had other memorable workouts that, like other runners or cyclists know, are personal experiences that you cherish for a long time. My best run was a 16 miler in the heat of July at 2pm running down 16th ave in Langley from 200th to 264th and back again in 30+ degree weather. That stretch of road is either up or down and was tough. When I got back to the finish line (the car) I ran past it and raised my arms up in victory and gave an emotional yell that I had beaten the course. This run solidified my confidence that I could run and survive the heat that was almost sure to turn up on the day of the race. In fact one of my mantras after that was ‘as the day gets hotter, I get stronger’. We never did find out if heat would have been a factor as race day proved to be cloudy and much cooler than the previous days.

“How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives”. - Brent

We arrived in Penticton the Wednesday before the race and found out we screwed up and actually had the room booked starting on Tuesday. Oh, well. The weather was great and I basically tried to stay out of the sun other than a few short, quick workouts on the days leading up to the race. I did a short ride with the race wheels on the bike on Saturday morning and met up with a gentleman from San Francisco. After a minute or so of chatting he divulged that he had borrowed the bike he was on for the race the next day. This was the first time he had ridden it. Apparently UPS, with whom he shipped his bike from home, had no record of its whereabouts since Tuesday. He had rented one from the Bike Barn. When I queried him as to how much they charged for something like that he said he didn’t know yet. Yikes!!!
Neil and his family stayed in a room at our motel along with Steve and Luke who did a three day ride up from Vancouver (hats off to you). I need the recipe for your “meatball” hamburgers as well, Luke, and am saddened I could not feast on those beauties. Kelly arrived early Saturday morning, and I mean early, to stay with Neil’s group. Carrie’s Aunt Barb and cousin Jessica with boyfriend Dave also stayed in the same place. Talk about baby sitters!!!! They sure helped keep the kids occupied for long stretches in the pool and gave Carrie a much needed break at times. Can’t thank you enough.

“People may doubt what you say, but they will believe what you do” -Imke

I was surprisingly calm and not too nervous in the days before Sunday which isn’t my usual self. Even the night before the race was like all the others - no nervousness and I dropped right off to sleep. The night before a race I am always lying in bed wondering what I have forgotten to pack for race day. The only bit of excitement was when the shifting of gears on the bike on Saturday with the race wheels seemed a little off. The guru, Steve, needed mere seconds to determine the cassette needed tightening, however several of the tools that could have done the job were safe and secure in his garage back home. The only tool he never packed. Off to the Bike Barn. Once we saw the lineup for ‘minor’ repairs (such as the guy who needed a new head-set, no big deal), Luke was off to come up with a speedier solution. The rep for Shimano was there but after looking for the tool required, was informed it had been loaned out to another shop. We quickly headed over to Freedom Cycles and in about 37 seconds we were tightened and out of there. I whipped over to Gyro Park and attended the pre-race meeting and then put my bike and bags in transition. Evelyn and I then did a dry run through the area making mental notes of where our stuff was and where we had to run for this and that. This really helped ease the stress of race morning as I did not have to do that with the other 2000 competitors. Went back to the motel after that and waited out the day.

“Go. Go and see, my love” - from The Big Blue movie, Carrie

It had rained in the early hours of Sunday and the roads were still wet with thick clouds overhead. I had the alarm set for 4am but awoke at 3:30 and waited in bed the extra thirty minutes. Had breakfast and then at 5:00 Barb came over to wait for the kids to wake up while Carrie and I headed down to the site. It was so effortless to get the final preparations over with which is a huge credit to the race organizers. Never before any race have I felt as calm and stress-free. The last things to do were easy to get done as they laid it all out for you: get body-marked, go through the gates, drop off your special needs bags, pump up tires, water bottles on bikes, kiss wife, wait for gun to go off. After the final kiss through the fence, I said good-bye to Carrie and headed to transition to do the last bathroom break. Gave Evelyn a big hug as we had been through a lot over the last eight months. Did some stretches before finally heading to the beach and the warm-up for the swim. I walked the beach looking for family who would be there for the start. It was emotional just looking at all the faces of the crowd against the fence as I strolled over the sand. Carrie managed to flag me down and tell me where Mom, Dad, Bonnie, Steve, and Carly were. I walked further and saw them to say thanks and I would see them at the finish line. I also saw Eric and the gang who told the story of how Lynn (doing the race) was proposed to the night before the race by my old swim coach, Gord. Very cool.

“Darin, there is only NOW” - Bill

I did my ten minute warm-up swim and as I turned to come back I heard the anthem start up. I must say it was a different way to listen to that song standing waist-deep in the lake 100 meters from shore with the start banner right in front of me. Went behind the line and met up with another racing friend, Gord. We first met at the 2000 UBC triathlon and have seen each other numerous times at different events. It was a first for both of us at this distance. We chatted a bit and said good luck and the cannon finally went off.
The swim started easier than I thought with very little thrashing and a fair amount of room. My plan was to just stick to some fast feet and get pulled along as long as I could. In this big a race in distance and time, there is no way you would draft the same person the whole time as they can slow down, other people get in your way, or you lose them in a turn. After about ten minutes other swimmers seemed to be closing in on me. I’m not the best navigator out there and it was getting claustrophobic and my rhythm and pace was getting affected by the banging and crashing. I moved a bit left to the outside to see if I could find less congestion. It got better for a bit and as I was only breathing on my right side for the most part it was hard to tell where exactly I was. I started bilateral breathing and realized I was almost at the outer edge of the swimmers so I gradually moved right, back into the fray but also closer to the buoys. The first turn was not as jammed as I have seen in other races. There was actually a lot of open water after the first turn and I got on a nice set of feet. I had done some reading where pros have said to accelerate out of turns so as to stay with a group or on a specific draft. I tried that on the second and final turn and it worked well as I passed a bunch of people. My overall swim plan was to survive the first two legs and then depending on how I felt open it up on the final 1800m. What I did was “bridge” as much as I could. This is where you stay on someone’s feet in their draft and look around for a faster person to draft or try to sprint up to a group in front of you. I did this about six times and felt awesome. However I think a lack of drinking straight water before the race hampered some performance and if the weather had been hotter I think I would have fared worse. I felt tightness in my legs the last 500m and chalked it up to going hard and being horizontal for so long. Exited the water at 1:02, well within my goal.
The first transition was pretty uneventful as someone handed me my bike bag, I ran to the change tent and sat down outside it to avoid more congestion. I’m glad I had a small towel to dry my feet and get some grass off of them. I decided to take the extra thirty seconds and do this and put socks on for comfort. Put on the shoes, race belt, helmet and was off and running. The crowd noise was enormous which got me pumped for the bike. Knowing that there would be fans on the other side of the fence helped, too. I grabbed the bike, had a little trouble yanking it from its stand and took off. As I was running I didn’t really look around for my support group but I did hear some encouragement - a particularly loud yell of “GET MOVING, BENTLEY!!”. I think it was Steve and it gave me a chuckle. Time for T1 - 3:36.

“Lance is wrong! It IS about the bike!” - Steve’s

I just started spinning easy down main street to get the legs warmed up and started feeling a rush as I would be passing our motel in about five minutes. Almost like hyperventilating my chest was hitching and I had to take some deep breaths as a total wave of emotion passed over me that I was actually doing this race! I reached the motel and I think I heard Barb say something to Hannah and Elias that I was here because their heads perked up and right away they started waving their signs. It was great. Time to settle in but first a tense moment. About a minute after the motel I saw out of the corner of my eye a rider seemed to have a flat front tire. After a split second I realized that the bike pump had sprung forward from underneath the top tube and gone into the spokes and forks instantly stopping the motion of the front tire. The resulting action was the bike doing an end-over, spilling the rider. There were volunteers around that rushed to the aid of the person. So much for the hopes of that racer.
I passed Evelyn at around the 10km mark of the bike and asked what her time was on the swim and she said 1:01. She beat me by only a minute and obviously took off like a shot on the bike. Apparently the gang missed her leaving transition as she had told them that she would be a minute or two behind me on the swim. They were watching for me and she slipped by them. What a great result for her! Put her in a wetsuit and she can fly. Next was McLean Creek Road with about a one kilometer climb that I did mostly seated to save energy. It must have worked because I was passing lots of people who I never saw again. On the descent into OK Falls I passed my racing friend, Gord, whom I fittingly called “Aquaman” as I went by. He posted a :59 swim.
After an hour and a half or so my legs were still tight and felt crampy. To avoid repetition, they were crampy for the whole bike and the run even though I thought I was drinking enough. I decided to go easier and just spin up Richter Pass. Right before the climbs began I asked a fellow rider, with whom I had stayed with most of the bike and commented on the drafting problems, how he was on climbs. He replied that being from Colorado he should do okay. Once I pulled away I never saw him for the rest of the day. I fully expected him to blow by me but it didn’t happen. I saw Paul and his group at the top of the Pass which was a great lift. I felt really good on the rollers after Richter and worked them in a big gear. There was one fellow dressed in black and grey who I would pass on the flats or the ascents and he would just fly by on the descents. It felt almost like he was really accelerating just to get by me but then always slowed down. There was another guy dressed in orange that did the opposite. He passed me going up and I passed him going down. We would make a few comments to one another each time and it got quite humorous. More on both of them later.
The flat stretch to Keremeos went by a lot faster than in the training rides mostly due to the winds that were not there on race day. Approaching the special needs pick up I saw the lead women going in the opposite direction from the turn around for the special needs which meant they were not too far in the lead. After that little turn from picking up our bags then it was on to the out and back portion that many people say is mentally hard because you are going away from the finish line. I just look at it as part of the course and don’t think about the direction. Here is where I saw the lead men going back while I was still on the out. You can see exactly how many riders are in front of you and to me it seemed like a lot.

“Nothing is worth more than this day” - my Mom and Dad

Next it was on to Yellow Lake and what has always been the hardest part of the ride for me the last two times I rode the course. On the stretch near the Old Grist Mill I was expecting to see my cousin Cheryl and her husband, Mike. I was watching the crowd and I saw them almost at the last minute when I yelled and Cheryl almost dropped the camera trying to take a picture. I don’t know if it ever got it snapped in time. I wrote a note to her that said even though you pass by loved ones so briefly, the resulting contact stays with you for miles down the road and gives you a great lift. Time for one more pee before the set of climbs up Yellow when the black and grey and the orange guy went zooming by. Eventually I caught the orange guy going up a hill and made the comment, ‘...like a bad smell, I’m still here’. Near the top of Yellow was where Brent, Steve, and Luke were scheduled to be so I kept my head up looking for them. The hardest climbs seemed very easy as I was totally immersed in the day and when I saw the Soliton jerseys up ahead I knew I was almost there. I gave a wave and just started cranking. When I passed them Brent was running with me screaming and I don’t know whether I was laughing or crying or both. Once past the lake I stood up to stretch the back when my legs cried out in their own way ‘don’t do that!!’ by cramping hard. Okay, I said, I guess that last climb took its toll. I sucked back some gels and lots of fluid and steeled myself for the last couple of hills. Near the very top I saw Paul again and, man, were they making noise with bells and cheering.
Just after that encounter I passed by Jim Aberdeen, a fellow bus driver from Surrey. He was sitting in his wheelchair. I called out to him but I don’t think he heard me. Jim was the 2000 Canadian Master’s Champion of Canada in triathlon. He has done countless triathlons, Ironman Canada something like nine times, and Hawaii a few times. A few months ago he was out on a training ride with a friend and coworker, Mike McGee. Mike had asked me to go on that ride but I declined because I didn’t have enough time. They were riding down a steep hill when Jim was rounding a curve and hit gravel, sending him over the guard rail and down a ravine. He was sent to hospital where he underwent surgery. The doctors think he may walk again in a couple of years but if anybody can come back from a broken neck, it’s Jim. Just seeing him as I went by made me incredibly thankful for what I have and how life can throw you a surprise at any second so make the most of it.
Descending into Penticton they had our lane coned off so we had lots of room. I was massaging my crampy legs when I saw a huge pothole coming my way. I veered left and then saw I was heading straight for an orange pylon. I swerved left again and went over the yellow center line - an action that if seen by an official could have resulted in disqualification. Mental note: keep at least one hand on the bars.
Finally we had made it to town. What a rush flying down Main Street with lots of people lining the streets cheering and waving. Saw the gang outside our motel again. The bike to run transition was a short two miles away and boy, was it nice to jump off the bike and hand it to someone and then have another person hand you your gear bag. Time on the bike: 5:19. I made a point of thanking as many volunteers as I could. I sat in the change tent this time and emptied out my jersey’s pockets of extra crap, put the running shoes on, hat and sunglasses on, took a deep breath hoping my legs would hold out, and started the run. T2 time:3:05.

“Legend has it that that first marathon runner died delivering news to Athens. So YOU better not ease up now!”- Vince

Left the transition with the legs feeling a little crampy but I momentarily forgot about them as I started up Main Street and saw Mom, Dad, Steve, Bonnie, and Carly on the side of the road. After lots of high-fives and smiles, I continued on and settled into the game. The first two miles the legs got tighter and the cramps got worse until I thought I might have to stop again just like my first half-ironman in 2000. Once I walked the second aid station they started to feel a little bit better, surprisingly. I settled into an 8:00 mile pace. Up ahead was a guy who was neither gaining or losing distance. After a few minutes he stopped to tie his shoes and I ran past saying, “Hey, come on, I was pacing off you.” He caught up to me and we began talking. His name was Mark Andrews from Wisconsin, an engineer at Trek bikes. He has done lots of Ironman races and he was in the race to finish with a decent time. We decided that we would run with each other and talk to pass the time hopefully without any problem. We walked a bit through the aid stations and there were quite a few runners passing us. No big deal, we thought, as we would probably see them again later. How prophetic those words turned out to be. We were at around the six mile mark running about 8:45 miles when someone comes up from behind and makes this sniffing noise. I turn and it is the rider in the orange jersey whom I was sparring on the hills with and passed on Yellow Lake. I laughed pretty good at his sense of humor and wished him well.
At about the ten mile spot we started the really good roller section of the run. At one point Mark says he was going to walk a bit but I just pushed on. I felt bad because we never shared any parting words as I motored ahead. I think that first hour of running easy saved my race as it gave my legs time to recover and rehydrate and I thank Mark for his advice and company. He went on to finish in 10:33. The rollers to the half way point on the run didn’t seem as bad as some had said and I never walked up any of them which was the plan. At the turn around I grabbed a few more gels from my special needs bag but that was about it. Oh yeah, also my hat of inspiration. It sure helped knowing it was there waiting for me. I slipped it on and it was like a glove as I have worn it over three years of racing. It is now retired from running due to the wear and tear and countless washes.

“What are you saving your energy for?” - me

As soon as we started running back to town, there was this huge head wind and I thought my circles would get blown off my hat. It also rained a little bit. With one more pee out of the way I was ready to bear down and go for broke. I don’t think anyone passed me on the second half of the run. I have never worried when people pass me during the run portion of a race as I like to go hard on the bike and just hope for the best on the run. Today was no exception. I pushed my legs for all they were worth and kept myself just this side of cramping which is a new experience for me. There were people walking. There was a Japanese fellow with a garbage bag around him to keep warm on the shoulder of the road walking with a lean to him and a very vacant stare. I must have received a hundred comments on my hat from volunteers and spectators over the last half of the run. That was a great feeling.
I walked the aid stations only to grab a drink and keep going. Soup was being served which went down good except for the one stop where it was so hot I couldn’t drink it. By then I had passed all the Gatorade and water. Good thing the stations were every mile. Around the 18 mile mark I was trying to figure out my final time by where I was at the moment and if I kept on running at such and such a time. Well, I don’t know where my head was because I somehow managed to convince myself that if I ran six minute miles (six minute miles!?!) for the last eight miles I would be under ten hours. Mental note: never try and do math during the run portion of an Ironman! I started picking up the pace giving it everything I had. Finally I did the calculation again and concluded I should have put eight minute miles into the equation instead of six because that’s all that I could manage at this point and slowed a bit. Talk about being out of it. I was totally freaked that Carrie and the kids would not be ready at the finish line. I had visions of me running up to people and trying to find a cell phone to call my wife on her cell phone and tell her I was coming in.
Up ahead I saw a familiar black and grey jersey. Remember the guy who would power down the hills ahead of me? I don’t know if he was ahead after the bike or passed me on the run but I passed him and said hi. He looked at me with recognition in his wide eyes and said “HOLY SH*T!!”. I guess he was surprised to see me.
Finally back to the flats of Main Street where I saw Paul’s group again. As I passed the Motel I saw Carrie’s Mom and Dad, Barb, Jason, and Brent and Monika. Brent ran with me for a bit asking how I felt. All I could muster was, “ouch”. He rode his bike to the finish to tell Carrie I was coming and it was good he did as she was not ready for me yet.

“Pain is only weakness leaving your body” - Kelly

Every thought now was the finish line and seeing Carrie, Hannah, and Elias. I had run down that chute to the finish with them in my head a thousand times over the last two years and now it was down to fifteen minutes. Unbelievably, up ahead I saw ol’ orange jersey. I gave him a pat on the back and some garbled words of encouragement and kept going but he never tried to keep up. We gave each other a big handshake of congratulations at the finish area. The spot where you turn left towards the S.S. Sicamous was definitely a mental rough spot. I could hear Steve King announcing the last few runners who were going to make it under ten hours. His voice just faded as this last little run takes you about a kilometer away from the finish line. Eric and the guys from last year’s master’s swimming said he saw me at this point and I apparently was wearing a mask of extreme pain and did not even hear his yelling. By this point the inside of my leg was cramping and spasming to the point where I was thrown off balance during the strides periodically. At the turn around everything changed. “It’s all good”, as Luke would say, summed up what I was feeling. My legs were no longer an issue and I had a huge grin on my face. When Eric saw me coming towards the end, he said it was like Jekyll and Hyde how I had changed from pain to elation.
Finally they were there. The last fifty meters hand in hand with the family and the dream was complete. Carrie yelling at me and me not even hearing a sound from the screaming crowd. Big hugs all around for her and the kids after crossing. I yelled something to Carrie that I have been saving for about six months to say. But those were for her ears only.
Time on the run: 3:40. Overall: 114th out of 2040. Time: 10:08.
After meeting Mom, Dad, Brent, Jason, Steve, Bonnie, and Carly (thanks again for the gifts) by the Peach for pictures it was back to transition and some food and a massage. Then waited for Evelyn to cross the line and it was back to the motel for champagne. Just a little glass as the stomach was still a bit queasy.
We watched from Main Street outside the motel racers come by until 11:00pm. I felt a sense of awe at these people who were still going at sixteen hours plus. I know each journey is relative and unique to each person but I have to give those who have that desire to finish after such a long day credit. It was a very personal experience cheering for them with my finishers shirt on and them seeing me knowing we each had our own long days. I think most appreciated the fact that we made the effort to stay and salute them.
For every athlete that has ever competed in anything, there is a support group that, without its existence, would make the task at hand that much more arduous. I need to thank those who undoubtedly made a huge difference in my training this year even if was only to offer encouraging words or to ask me how training was going. They are: Carrie, Hannah and Elias, Mom and Dad, Wayne and Ruth, my coach, Chris, all the people at the pool in Richmond especially Coach Tracey (and the cool banner they hung from the Slumber Lodge Balcony), friends and family who contributed ‘circles of inspiration’: Imke, Brent, Jason, Rob and Karen, Jeff and Diane, the Barbers, the Andersons, Barb, Jessica and Alanna, Gill and Grant and Grace, Dave and Nova, and especially my training partners Evelyn, Steve, Luke, Neil, Paul, Bill, Vince, John, and Kelly who put up with a lot of my doubts and negativity over the year.

“At the end of each journey is a destination. At every destination there awaits another journey.”

Most of you know my next journey is a twelve week trip to the Justice Institute for the Fire Fighter course. Please excuse me for disappearing off the planet for that time as it will be busy. I always feel saddened at the end of the racing season but this year I am already excited about starting again in January. Until then, my utter thanks for everyone who actually finished reading this whole story and hope you came away with something from it. Darin.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Two Weeks Less One Day

Okay, so I know you're supposed to be feeling good about now being 14 days before the race happens, and by good I mean speedy and fresh. Well, I don't know how I do, but I do. Ten days was my last long run of 2:23 or just shy of 20 miles and it happened to be a decently hot day. Loaded with three bottles I drove out to 0 ave and did A LOT of climbing and descending, probably the most in any training run. I tried to hold 7:00 min/mile but had to settle for 7:12 when all was said and done. Was still happy with that as I felt pretty strong. There was a bit of a breeze most of the time but there was definitely no shade, just like Ironman will be.
More examples of feeling good were my two bricks last week, one being out to Tsawassen ferries and back, 85km in 2:25, averaging almost 37km/h. I know, I know, it's pretty flat. I broke it into 50 min easy, 50 min IM pace, and 50 min as fast as I could. I got home and did a one hour run with 20 min @ 7:00, 20 min @ 6:30 and 20 min @ 6:00 mini/mi. I was trashed at the end but felt awesome. My next brick was a three hour bike with a 45 minute run where I felt great on the bike but a little sluggish running; could have been it was only two days after the other workout.
Today was my last long run being one hour to work. I don't know whether it was the music or a good night's sleep but I powered there and totally felt I could go further and faster, just the way you're supposed to right now. This week will see another 2:30/:45 and 1:30/:30 brick and some shorter, speedier runs. Oh, yeah, and I will throw in some swimming there, too (sorry Tracey).
All this being done on NOT cutting back on my chocolate and ice cream cravings. I did actually go cold turkey for about a week but what can you do at work when someone brings it in? You have to be part of the team, right? So now I will but cutting back but not totally. For some reason I do just as well if not better when I'm on the sugar high. An update on how I'm feeling will be written in a few days.

MdS Update

As some may know I've withdrawn my name from the Marathon des Sables in Morocco which takes place next March. One of the reasons for this lies in the fact that I don't feel the lure of this race that I do for others. Money and time are the other reasons. The amount of both needed to be invested in the race at this point would be wasted, as my heart is definitely not in it. One day I may decide to do it or others like it but for now I have other races that limited funds can be directed to.

Now to a more positive note, I have been once again chosen to represent Canada at the World 100km Championships this time in Winschoten, Netherlands, on September 8th. This would not have been possible without the generous support from Jim Stewart at the Cactus Club Cafe in South Surrey. With his contribution it's taken a lot of pressure off going and made the decision easier. I know, I know, it is only two weeks after Ironman but I didn't want to lose my base fitness (ha!). I should be recovered enough to run 10 laps of 10km and hopefully the cycling base will make up for the lack of long-distance running. Of importance is I have Carrie's blessing as it is a tough time for her right at the beginning of the school year and she'll be very busy those first few days and I won't be here to help. Luckily I have a great support network of parents, in-laws, and friends that will step up and give her a hand. Like I've said before, nothing I've ever done could have been done without the help of so many. But first I need to cross the line in Penticton......

Sunday, August 5, 2007


Well I can just about say that I'm ready for anything that Ironman has to throw at me. Anything, that is, except for heat-induced hallucinations brought on by blistering heat. The reason for this, of course, is that heat has been pretty much non-existent on the west coast. About a week ago during the rainy spell in July (seven days), I managed a five hour ride with the first two getting dumped on and then the last three weighted down from every bit of fabric on me saturated. Then a couple days later I did a 2:15 run with much the same story played out - the first hour just torrential and then drying out but once you're soaked, you're soaked. I'm almost hoping that it's cold and wet on race because I'll kick some serious butt! Just like people who train for the heat in Hawaii, I trained in the rain, just in case. Even though today's five hour bike wasn't wet and got a little warmer as the day went on, it's nothing like the 30+ degrees that Penticton usually sees on race day. So I'm also ready if the temperature only tops out around twenty-five. Yeah, right.

I know I'm quite late with the story of RAMROD but I'm almost finished my last big week of Ironman training and have had literally no time to write anything. Trying to fit in everything else in life AND get some sleep has been a challenge to say the least.
So RAMROD is Ride Around Mt. Rainier in One Day. Note that is "Ride" and not "Race". I guess years ago it used to be a race but the park doesn't allow official times to be taken anymore as riders were being too careless on the roads and not thinking about the safety of themselves and others. That was fine with me as I planned to just ride this route at a steady pace, still feeling like I'd done some work. I didn't know how they would fire off 700 riders out onto those narrow mountain roads but the day before found out that the start went between 5am and 7am. You could just show up when you wanted, check in, and go.
After camping on the course route with the family and Carrie's parents for a couple days before the ride, Carrie and I "abandoned" the kids at the campground with the generous grandparents and went into Enumclaw to a motel so I wouldn't need to get up so early. Of course, 4:00 was early enough to have me ride to the start line in total darkness. I was seeing riders with reflective jackets, rain jackets, leg warmer, booties, headlights and tailights. I felt underprepared and underdressed seeing as it was 9 degrees out and I had only arm warmers to go with my jersey and shorts. I knew it would eventually get warm but those first few hours were chilly.

I went to the start line and with no fanfare took off. There was already a ton of riders out there as I had seen them riding while I was heading to the start.
As this was only a ride, I didn't start out too fast, knowing that 10000' of climbing awaited me. I steadily passed people and at the halfway point of the first major climb up to 6400' there was a drink station. A young lad of about twelve years informed me that I was in tenth place. Not really caring or being too concerned about placings, I thanked him and headed to the top where more food was waiting. The climb was actually nice as it stayed around 6% with the temperature slowly climbing as I got further up. The day was absolutely spectacular and the view of Mt. Rainier at the top was breathtaking.

I made my stop pretty quick as I didn't want to cool down too much with the big descent coming. At the top there were a few riders that were ahead of me just milling about. Like I said, I wasn't racing to get out of there, I just didn't feel the need to stand around while the legs started locking up. At the bottom I met up with a marshal who got me to stop and told me of the huge dump trucks heading up the road towards us and we needed to wait for them to go by. Ten minutes later, in they came, and then three others who were parked nearby got a police escort down the hill - slowly. I guess the truckers were none too happy about a bike ride going on while they were working, getting paid by the trip not the hour, and their attitudes weren't that friendly. By now there were about seven of us in a group and once we got past the trucks, I took the lead and opened it up. I knew I had to stop off at the campsite where the kids and Carrie's parents were to tell them where they could meet us later on so that's why I was going a bit faster.
The next climb was actually before the campsite so once again we started going up. I was on my own by this time and the climb was pretty reasonable. The leader went by me the other way when I was at the one mile (of five) marker so I figured I wouldn't see him again that day. At the top there was another spread of drinks, cookies, and fruit. As I arrived two fellows were heading down so now I was in fourth place (not that it was a race). I meant to do the grab and run but an older couple approached me and asked what I was doing. I told them about the race and because of their accent I asked where they were from. Turns out it was the land of the flat - Belgium. They were pretty impressed by the terrain at 4500'. They asked if I knew what was happening with the Tour de France and I replied all I knew was that they were all on drugs. At that point one of the volunteers started recalling the previous day's stage and who was out for doping. I subtly reached for my bike, quietly got on, and bid them a farewell, wishing I had more time to talk.
The decent was a bit hairy as there were construction trucks preparing the road to get paved so in between dodging them I was dodging potholes, a lot of them hidden in shadows. I then headed down the highway and turned into the campsite and saw everyone there. The kids were pretty surprised and thought the ride was over. I have to say it did feel strange stopping during an event like this. I've had nightmares of doing an Ironman and having to stop for some reason and there's always this nagging feeling of terror that you have to get moving. When everything was figured out for the end of the ride, I left again to take on the last hill. Going down the highway back to town and towards the last turnoff and hill, the headwinds were getting really strong. I passed the two guys who were leaving the last rest stop as one had a flat. When they replied they were okay to my offerance of help, I carried on. The turnoff for the last big climb was only know to me as Forest Service Road 70. There were no markings once we got to that corner and I wouldn't be surprised if people went right by it. This was a ten mile climb to the turnaround. A few miles in, the two guys came up to me again and introduced themselves as Steve and Jake. One from Seattle, one from Portland who met that very morning and decided to ride together. They asked if I wanted to join them for the ride back to make the headwinds more bearable. It sounded good to me but as we got to the climbing I sort of scooted, unintentionally, away from them. We hit a stretch where there was a 12% grade for a good 800m then it plateaued a bit. About a mile later there was a sign indicating a 12% descent coming up. My first thought was "Yahoo a downhill", but as the "yah" got out of my mouth, the "hoo" died as my brain finally acknowledged the fact that I'd be turning around in a few miles and coming back this way, now with a huge hill to climb. There was another good hill up to the rest stop and it was there that I waited for Steve and Jake. Also they had chocolate croissants at the food station and they were too good to rush through.
So now there were the three of us and upon reaching the bottom we turned towards town, 50km or so to do, and formed a pace line into the wind. It was good all the way back to the finish where there was ice cream and refreshments waiting.

All in all it was a great substitute for my yearly "Surrey to Mt.Baker and Back" ride that I do. It was good to get in something different for a change. I came in just under eight hours of riding, 10000' of climbing, and 235km. Normally the route goes around the mountain and is around 250km but there were roads washed out from last winter still and we couldn't access some of the passes. There may be a chance I'd come back another year to do the traditional route.