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Thursday, 7 March 2013

Bye World

Everyone had warned me of the Ironman Blues, I can confirm Im feeling a little lost without a training program to follow ... I suspect Coach knew this as I have a debrief today ... and I suspect we will start planning future goals, just smaller ones for now as life will get very busy again and I have a new wife to pamper.

Unless ofcourse I get a magic slot for Kona (find out April 14th), in which case bring on the Kona Ironman, October 12th, 2013 

... will you join me ?

Lots of love
CANTAB Chris


Unfortunately the Kona dream was not to be there in 2013, however I did secure sufficient brownie points to sign up for the NZ Ironman 2014.  This time I got to do it with my very good friend Gussy.  And of course my beautiful wife was by my side during the journey and at the line, together with family and friends!

Branded

Yes I know Im a whimp!
I have been talking about it almost as long as I have been training for it! Complete an Ironman and it gives you the right to brand yourself with a IM tattoo, I think they say being INKED. During our time in Taupo it was interesting to see what other folks had.  For me it was something which needed to be discrete, but somewhere I could see it, after all it is for me and nobody else.
Don't panic, it is ink not blood.
On our first day back in Auckland I was enjoying a brunch with Liza, I mentioned "should I get this tattoo" before I knew it Liza had goggled a local palour in Takapuna and we were off to investigate.  I gotta admit I was way more nervous for this than I was lining up for IM on Saturday. 

I rang Mum as soon as I got home, she just laughed.  keep in mind I have no other tattoo's and have previously never had the desire to get one!.  Thank goodness mum offered to break the news to Dad.  Thanks mum :) xx


Final version

The Day After



Finisher Medal

Worst sleep this week, the body is aching. I nod off for a few hours but wake up when I try to move.  Eventually I gave up and let Liza have a sleep-in.  I enjoyed a Nespresso in the lazy boy chair, whilst checking all the texts, emails and facebook comments from Liza’s updates during the race.  They are all fantastic and there are so many of them! 



Steves Trophy for winning his age group
I quickly arrange a massage, thank goodness Julie is in town!. Later in the day we head to the Ironman store for the 3rd but last time to buy “finishers” gear and to get my medal engraved.  Gutted to read the results from the web which had me finish at 14:07:00, so this is what gets engraved to find out later 14:06:59 was the final official time.  I mean nobody takes notice of the seconds therefore 14:06 sounds much better than 14:07.  But I got over that given I was just hoping to finish before the 17hours was up.




Awards Ceremony
Yes I was one of the nobs walking around in my finisher t-shirt, I didn’t care!  It meant I had the right to limp and move slowly. 
We managed to score a few more tickets for the awards evening so Mum, Dad and Camp Mother joined Liza and myself.

The Support Crew

From left CM (with the signs), Gusy and Nana (black top)
I had the best support crew by far!, this was confirmed when fellow competitors were trying to book them for next year!!  As I mentioned I had 4 people who wanted to meet me and shake my hand as they had seen so many signs for CANTAB Chris, apparently I was famous.  Even at the awards party, I mentioned to Sam (a fellow IM virgin from the Tri Club) that I was CANTAB Chris, before I knew it other people on the table were asking if I was CANTAB Chris and made comment on all the support I was getting :).

The journey has been awesome, not for one moment did I expect to meet new friends who would dedicate their time to train along side me, just cos they wanted too!, cheers to you Camp Mother, Gusy and Nana!  Other key folks include my Coach, Sue Dorman, whom I would recommend to anyone considering taking on a similar challenge! and Julie Dean my masseur, who was the only person to sort out problems I thought I had with my hips but turned out to be IT bands.  The body came thru perfectly!  And Bro (Nigel) without your words of wisdom and agreeing to coach me thru my first Half Ironman I never would have considered I would be capable to complete something this big.  You are my inspiration !!

Me and my beautiful wife, Liza!
But noone was more understanding and more supportive as my wife!! Although she had agreed before I signed up, I don't think she really had any idea how much it would impact on our early mornings and weekends for the next 12 months.  Our lives have been busy, we got married in April, Liza got a job promotion and I got a new project, we sold a house and brought a home.  All in between training and events! I thank you from the bottom of my heart and I love you to pieces xxx.  Although tempted I promise to keep such big events to a minimum :)  Oops crumpy wife just came to see why I had not come to bed yet (it is only 10.30pm), perhaps she will undertsand I had to write an important thank you when she reads this blog next ..... xxxx


Fi looking very enthusiastic
The support team has been extensive, I have meet folks who thought I was crazy, but everyone has been encouraging and supportive.  Many came to Taupo, including Mum and Dad who travelled from Christchurch.  Fi and Shane who came all the way from Melbourne, Jill from Wellington, and Claire, CM, Gusy and Nana from Auckland.  We also had a contingent around the world who were glued to facebook or the Ironman website waiting for every update.  Cricky Jo and Si even had a baby in celebration :)
Jill, Fi and CM

I would like to thank my sponsors!, CM for the use of your race wheels, Im sure this is why I managed to pull off a solid bike time.  CM for the use of your wetsuit, without it I would either have still been swimming due to the drag of my suit or covered in chaffing.  Jen for the use of your goggles, they did not leak at all! unlike my other ones.  Graham for your cycle top which I wore during the run, it was the only top I had with a full zip, without it the toliet stops on the run would have been rather tricky.


Team photographer No.1, Shano

Loving the hat Gusy!
The crew setup on the bike course
Thanks to all those who have been reading my blog and have joined me on this journey.  I love your comments so please keep them coming.  My plan is to print this blog in a book format which I can refer and share into the future. Perhaps one day it will get published, and help to inspire others! I mean, it proves if you want it, anyone can do anything.

Bethan's IM cake creation!


 
From left, Julie, Jill, Gusy, Liza, Me, Shano, Fi, Dad, Mum CM and Claire
And just when you think they can do no more .... one arrives home from Taupo to find the below message taped to their front gate.  Nice One ! xxxxxxxxxxxx

The Sweepstake



On Friday night the crew had agreed on sweepstake, I wasn’t allowed to see the times, this way I couldn’t be bribed to speed up or slowdown.  Each person selected a time for each leg (swim, bike and run) and then the time of the day I would cross the finish line.  Obviously those who had been training with me would have the advantage as they knew what I was capable of, however it didn’t account for conditions on the day.

Congratulations to CM, Liza and Gusy (to be honest I think you guys had the inside info).  Dad nice work for picking the overall time, Im glad I could pull it off for you !! :)

Wednesday, 6 March 2013

Race Day - the run



Leaving Transition
There was the support crew, I felt like a super star with all the cameras.  Shano was running ahead then turning to get some shots, I wasn’t about to give him a break so made sure I kept running, although I did slow down every now and then.

First turn round the large Nutri-Grain packet, and on with the first the run lap arm band.  They had different coloured arm bands representing each lap, same applied for the bike leg.  In the run it was white for lap 1, then blue and then orange for the final 3rd lap.  Bring on the orange band!!

My initial race plan was to run as much of lap 1 as possible, walk/run the next lap then do whatever it took to get round the final lap.  The race rules stated crawling was allowed, so I would resort to this if needed.  With the race plan in mind I held a steady run for the first 3k, then I remembered one time after I had ridden Kopu Hill with Gusy and CM, I had to run off the bike and I really didn’t want too.  I ended up negotiating with Gusy to run two lamp posts and walk one, this seemed to work.  I didn’t notice the lamp posts but there were lots of cones so opted for walk 2 cones run 10 cones.  When I ran I made sure I held my technique of standing straight, shoulders back, open chest, head steady, eyes up and quick feet.  I had both Gusy and coach in my head repeating these instructions.

Looking good
Despite further instructions from coach who was stalking me on her bike, which at the time I heard but didn’t engage.  I stuck with my plan 10 and 2 and walk up hills, run down hills.  It was pretty warm on the track, I suspect 25-29 degrees with a hot wind.  Thank goodness coach had me training in the afternoon Auckland heat for this very reason.  Apart from hot feet the heat didn’t really bother me.  At every station I tipped a water down my front and another down my back, down half a tube of gel followed by a water.  The run belt was a pain in the ass as it kept slipping down and I had to keep pulling it up.  Coach kept yelling for me to ditch it, so I did at the end of the first lap, but I did it legally at the assigned drop zone.

I was doing well on the run, no cramps, no sore tummy.  I did have to pee at the portaloo on each of the first two laps, so I knew I could slow down on my fluid intake.  I ran out of gel mid-way which was a good job as not sure how much more I could stomach.  From then on I resorted to iced flat coke only, not normally a treat, but today it was heaven.  On several occasions I tipped a water down my front which had ice in it, that caught me by surprise the first time, but it was so hot that within minutes I had recovered from the icy cold shock.  I took advantage of every garden hose although some folks had it coming out like a fire hose.

The support crew were fantastic and had setup camp outside our holiday rental, which just happened to be on the run course, what a score.  We had no idea when we booked it!.   More signs and screaming support with lots of high 5s and hugs when I passed by.  Unfortunately it was at the top of an incline so of course I was always walking, but as it was part of my strategy I didn’t care.  One time round I had just past the house and a fellow competitor came up from behind, he run to catch-up.  He had asked if I was the famous CANTAB Chris, of course at this time I didn’t know I was famous ??  Anyway he wanted to shake my hand and said I had the best support crew out there.  I already knew this !!!  Anyway I had 3 other people who did the same, wanted to shake the hand of the famous CANTAB Chris.  Well blow me down!

Still running
During the second lap I felt the blisters on the big toes of both feet, buggar!.  Unfortunately it mean’t I had to walk for a bit, but I knew “special needs” was not too far ahead and I had some blister plasters.  The special needs tent was located on the corner of a run loop, I tried to access from one side but was told to run a full loop first.  By the time I got back they had my bag ready to go and seat.  I whipped off the stinky shoes and started applying the blister plasters, of course my feet were sweaty so they didn’t stick that well, but it would do for now.  I gave the kids my stash of jelly beans and potato chips, they seemed very excited.  I knew I was off solid food.


I managed to get back to running 2 and 10.  The support crew were awesome, riding bikes round the course yelling encouragement and Gusy practically ran a marathon as she ran on the other side of the road.  The cheeky thing however stopped at a shop to buy an ice block, then skipped in front of me to place the wrapper in the bin, quietly letting me know how delightful it was.  What a cheek eh!

Come to the end of the second lap my attempts to apply the blister plaster was not working so I took advantage of the medical services at the station on the main drag.  They applied strapping to the left foot, this at least stopped them rubbing together.  Yay back to running again and on with the final orange band, sweet!!.  And still no cramps or other issues.
The run didn’t feel like a marathon, in that I wasn’t thinking 42k, I was thinking 3 laps.  This seemed to make a huge difference, I was surprised when I was still doing my run 10, walk 2 at the 30k mark.  Midway down the final leg out, coach ditched her bike (in the middle of the track for the returning runners I might say) she gave me a massive hug and told me I would be an Ironman in a few hours.  I didn’t realize at the time she had a few tears and text Liza to say she was sending me their way.  She needed to get home to the family so would not see me at the finish.

The final leg, as I past the supporters house I stopped momentarily to give everyone there a hug, especially mum, dad and the wife.  Liza jumped on the bike, she had already told everyone she was taking the final leg to the finish.  The stations were well stocked including flat coke, carbo drink, water, chips, pretzels, chocolate bars, barley sugars, power bars, bananas and oranges and including fluro sticks, and since it was starting to get dark, approx. 8.30pm.  If you were handed a stick you had to wear it, race rules.
The support for the run was awesome, many local residents setup camp outside their homes, many had their stereo pumping, although one group had crap songs like “Lady in Red” which were not so inspiring.  But everyone got a cheer, and when they saw you were on your last lap you got an extra cheer. 
4k to go … I told Liza to get a move on to the finish line as I had planned to run the final few ks.  As I hit the main street I picked up the run and took in the cheers.  Your name is on your race number so of course everyone is calling out Chris, at first I kept looking to see if it was someone I knew, but soon gave up on this.  But I did notice a few people in the crowd, including someone I had worked with a long time ago, someone who had seen me when I weighed 157kg.  I think they were a bit surprised to see me on the track, I was surprised they recognised me.

The Moment!, You are an IRONMAN!!


As I hit the red carpet I was keeping an eye out for the crew.  I had thought long and hard on how I would approach the red carpet, I thought I would walk, take my time and give everyone high 5s.  It turned out I had running fever as I spotted the crew I high 5ed a heap of hands and then I kept running for that finish gantry, it read 14 hours, 6mins and 59 seconds. (14:06:59).  As I was about to shed a tear or two, someone put a medal round my neck, thru a towel round my shoulders and I had a catcher either side holding me up.  No time for tears as someone removed my timing chip and I was whisked away for post-race weigh in.  Pre race was 78.8, post race was 78.0, awesome work on maintaining the fluids.  I was quickly released from medical to collect my finisher t-shirt.  I was also handed the race bag I had thrown in the truck at the beginning of the day.

The recovery tent is an interesting place, as you walk in  the medical section with folks sitting around holding arms and legs awaiting for the medics to do their rounds, then a small drinks station, t-shirt pickup then it opens out to an area with chairs and a table of hot and cold food.  At the far end are the massage tables and a seated queue.  I took a look at the food, they had muffins, sweets, tomato soup and rolls, and other hot options.  But nothing appealed and I was feeling good, just tired the only real pain were the blisters on my left foot, and a massage wasn’t going to fix that.  So I high tailed it out the tent and went to find my family and friends.

Liza, Me, Dad and Mum
I suspect they were not expecting me so soon as they took a while to find.  Liza and dad had been back earlier in the day to collect my bike and transition bags, they had a ticket I had given them which contained my race number, it meant I couldn’t score a better bike but it also meant no one could steal mine.  Lots of hugs, kisses and photos.  To be honest I know I had crossed the line, I know I was an Ironman, apparently Mike O’Reilly had said so, but I didn’t remember hearing him.  But it just didn’t feel real and even now it still doesn’t feel real.  I need to keep looking at the pictures.

Someone had said that after you finish you will be on such a high you will want to go clubbing, well not me!. I was happy to have a quiet ride home with Liza, enjoying the heated seats of the beemer J.  The crew were meeting us there.   I managed to crawl from the car, it appeared long periods of no movement was not good.  I was as stiff as a plank and smelt very potent so was quickly rushed into the shower.  It was here I picked up on the chaffing between the legs and under the boobs.  Im sure everyone heard the squeals !!.  Thank goodness I could not feel these during the race.

Loving the Lazy Boy Chair and the Beer
Dried and dressed I found the lazy boy chair and a beer! What heaven.  The girls brought Pizza and chips, I slowly nibbled on a couple of pieces, cautious that the stomach hadn’t seen real food since 4am that morning.  I managed to join a few of our supporters outside to cheer on the last few as they came on by, including tail end charley Jenny or Ginny (not sure of spelling) we heard the next day she had 60sec remaining to make it down the red carpet and thru the finish gantry, despite a mis-step she finished in 16:59:39, WOW 20sec before the cut off!.  And in Ironman she had more cheers and was more famous that the person who won the race 8 hours earlier.  I love it!

Race Day - the bike


Leaving transition

As I moved thru transition, collected my bike and ran over the mount line, all I could think about was the carnage I had seen at the ITU Age Groups race where people were rushing and were falling off before they even started.  So I stopped and took time to lift my leg over the bike and clip in my shoe.  I saw the crew before the mount line but I couldn’t stop to talk as folks behind me, but as I was getting on the bike I heard my coach yelling out.  I was so excited on my swim time I yelled “did you see my time”, she replied with “yes come on get on your bike”, she didn’t seem very interested at all, nothing like a little refocus!

My goal on the bike was to hold a steady 30kph average which should get me around the 6hr mark for 180k, publically I had told a few people I wanted to beat my coaches bike time when she did the Ironman (6:45).  What I didn’t tell anyone was my secret goal to go sub 6 hours.  But I knew it was going to depend on the conditions which were hot and the breeze/wind was building.

On the first leg out to Reporoa I remembered from a book I had read that if you plan to eat solid food, which I was, then begin to prepare the stomach by drinking water first.  So this was my focus for the first 20min, that and getting myself up the small hills coming out of Taupo township. 

Passing thru town
Once on the straight I moved into the aero bars and got underway to build that 30kph avg I was hoping for.  The outward leg is sweet, gradual downhills allow you to build a good speed, rocking along around 45kph.  I knew from the Taupo Half IM that the return leg is gradual uphill and normally headwind so I would need the extra speed now if I wanted to hold the average.  I focused on eating and drinking.  From my race plan I knew I needed to drink at least one bottle of fluid for every hour on the bike i.e. 6 bottles.  I read a sign on the side of the road that mentioned “CANTAB Chris”, oh shit that’s me.  Then I started looking for and reading all the signs.  I reckon there were at least 40-50 signs on the bike leg that I saw.  It seemed that for every 5 signs for ME, was 1 sign for someone else.  Each sign brought a massive grin to my face and encouraged me to keep pushing for a good ride time.

I came across the first hydration station, threw my empty water bottle in the drop zone and started yelling water to the volunteers who had a selection of drinks available (water, carbo drink and coke).  The volunteer would hold out the bottle and run with you a little so you could grab it and keep riding.  As I was yelling out “thanks mate!” I realized I hadn’t quite figured out how I was going to get the nuun tablet from by pocket and drop it in to the water whilst I kept moving.  Determined to stick with the race plan and recalling the cramp I had in the Taupo Half IM I stopped a few metres up the road and fluffed around to get the nuun in the water.  This stopping wasn’t helping to maintain my 30kph average!

At all the intersections of Broadlands Road supporters had setup camp, as I was passing one of those intersections I saw Gusy and Camp Mother  preparing to unfold the deck chair so yelled out a loud “YO YO YO” to get their attention.  It worked and I got a big cheer!

There was a new drafting rule for this race which stated you had to be 10 metres behind the front wheel of the person in front of you.  Well good luck with that in the first 40+ ks as not so easy when 20 odd riders all travelling at the same pace.  Lucky for us I think the technical officials gave some leeway on this, initially anyway.  We had the guy on the motor cycle next to us yelling for us to sort out the drafting.  Overtime this became easier as the groups started to stretch.  At the turnaround point at Reporoa the technical guy was there reminding us of the drafting rule and threatening to ticket us from now on, this would mean a 4min penalty, on your 3rd warning you would be disqualified.

As expected the return leg was significantly slower with a headwind to start things off.  Because I know it was coming it didn’t throw me, I just stayed focused on nutrition and maintaining a speed as close to 30kph as possible.  All the support signage was entertaining as I tried to make sure I read every sign I spotted, I had lost count now of how many there were.  I passed the support crew at the same intersection, they were smart and had crossed the road, good one! They were also better prepared, deck chairs were out, more signage was up and Im sure I spotted a chilly bin of goodies.  This time they had spotted me coming, lots of screaming and yelling.  Was very cool!!

High 5s to the Crew
Approx 10k from Taupo is what riders call Heartbreak Hill, I remember it well from Taupo Half IM as it did break my heart as I slowed to a crawl.  The hill itself is not significant, however add a headwind and some fatigue from the riding you had already done, then you know all about it!  I was better prepared this time as I knew it was coming.  I stopped looking at the Garmin and focused on looking ahead, I kept reminding myself it was OK as the avg was sitting at 31.8kph and I knew that this was temporary and the ride into town was predominately downhill which gave me an opportunity to pick up speed again.

As I was heading out for the 2nd lap I passed the 90k marker, I took a quick look at the Garmin and it said 2:55, sweet on track for a sub 6 hours J.  I was on the lookout going up the start Napier/Taupo road out of town, it is an uphill leg, a good place for spectators as you have to slow down.  Yup there they were, the crew in their Team Chris t-shirts.  Two groups spread the length of the pathway.  How could you not smile with all this support!

OK, back on the straight and back to work, the wind was building and I managed to crank the bike up to 50kph, I knew this mean’t the leg home was going to hurt!!.  With some more practice at the bottle swaps I had worked out if the lid was not to tight I could unscrew it whilst I biked.  With a little juggling and using the mouth I could get the nuun tablet into the water bottle without stopping.  Although as I found out not so cool when you don’t screw the lid just right and then squeeze the bottle, once I did get doused in a half bottle of water.  Buggar!  At one station I had picked up a carbo drink but I took one sip and threw it back and got a water, then stopped down the road to add in my own carbo powder.  Much better!  I wasn’t about to take any risks with nutrition.

At one point I wondered if I was pushing the bike leg to much, after all I did have to run a marathon yet.  But I felt Ok and certainly no worse than any prior training session, so I continued to push on.  As I turned at Reporoa for the final time I began to notice that the folks around me looked pretty dam fit and they all had full carbon bikes with expensive looking wheels, much flasher than my entry level carbon bike.  I was feeling pretty good about this, especially when I started to notice how many folks where behind me.  Essentially as I was on my final leg anyone riding towards me was behind me.  This gave me the pep to keep going and distracted me from the almighty headwind which I have been expecting.  I knew after 170k Heartbreak Hill was going to be a real tester.

You do see some sights! For me it was watching a guy who had just past a station with a portaloo, take a wee wee on his very flash bike.  He was biking very slowly and the wee was running a steady stream down his legs and into his shoes.  Man o man, surely that is not a cool move, I mean I could understand the Pros, but this for this guy, surely it would be uncomfortable, smelly and it would stick with you all thru the run leg.  Yuk!  I made sure I past him with a wide berth so I didn’t get any splash back and I gunned it so he wouldn’t have the opportunity to pass me either.

I swear I saw more signs on the return leg than what I had seen the first time round, but I was pretty sure no 
one had been adding any ??  I remembered Camp Mother had asked me what I was going to do on the bike for 6 hours, for example Gusy apparently plays a word game.  For me it turned into a spot the sign game, much more fun J As I approached the crews intersection I noticed it had grown in size, with a few more faces.  Many had their hands out so thought to go for a few high 5s, but at the last minute thought better of it.  I mean how embarrassing to fall off!!

The headwind was hard work and you could tell folks were getting tired, this drafting rule was a pain in the ass, you would get a plonker who would speed past then sit up to take a drink or a rest, which meant you have to slow down to ensure you got 10 metres back before the 20sec was up.  I got a bit pissy after the 5th person did this to me, so I cranked up a gear and blasted past a heap of them and kept riding to make sure I got away.  Unfortunately it was an on-going issue and as a result I had to give up on my sub 6 hours and became resolved to merely beat coach’s time.

Here we go, heartbreak hill.  The good news, only 10k of the bike to go!, bad news this is going to be slow and it’s going to hurt for a wee while.   Now part of the signage had photos of the support crew, including some who were there in spirit, I wondered if the person who placed the signs knew how ironic it would be to have a picture of Bryan half way up Heartbreak Hill?  I suspect not.  When I saw his face all I could think about was his witty one liners, in particular “pain is only weakness leaving the body”, of course it is a load of @#$! But it made me grin into the head wind and keep going.  I had stopped eating solid food on the homeward leg and focused on finishing all my carbo drink. 

Off at the dismount line
When I approached the dismount line, there was some of the crew cheering me on, awesome!.  The bike was handed over to a catcher and I ran to collect my T2 gear bag.  Just like T1 your number is called and a volunteer is holding your bag ready for collection as you head to the change tent.  This time, as soon as I sat down I could smell myself, yummy!  I kept apologising to the volunteer who was helping me change.  I stripped down to my nana nickers and bra, put on clean pants, top and socks.  Remembering my brothers advice I took time to ensure all clothing was on correctly and that I had all the bits and bobs I would need for the run.  Really I was in no hurry, I knew I had done well on the bike (6:12) and in fact I was 2 hours ahead of where I thought I would be, giving me just under 10 hours to run/walk a marathon, easy right??

The poor volunteer had to pick up my stinky, sweaty gear and stick it in the T bag.  I apologised once more then headed for the station in the transition zone.  I downed  a tube of gel, as practiced, and topped up the water in my race belt to give me a brew of nuun, just in case.  Then a toilet stop, it was so hot in the portaloo, I held my breath and carried on …. Then out on the run, I had no doubt this was going to hurt!!