Friday, January 3, 2014

IMFL Race Report

Bryan Apgar
Race Report
Ironman Florida November 2013
Pre Race
                Preparing for my second Ironman is a different experience but just as ever stressful.  I knew fully that I could complete the distance but focusing more on specific performance made me stress out more in a way.  I arrived in Florida on Wednesday, 4 days before the race.  It seemed early and still not enough time at the same time.  Every day seemed busy with finalizing easy workouts, getting things checked in, organized etc.  One of the biggest questions marks and honestly what made me the most uneasy was the swim in the ocean.  Swimming was (and still is) my worst of the three events, but it used to give me severe anxiety.  During the first practice swim in the ocean, some of these feels came back.  The waves and current were significantly worse than anticipated.  Especially the day before, a storm was coming in and the waves were absolutely insane.  I highly questioned the possibility of the majority of people being able to finish the swim including myself if it was this bad on race day.  The more I thought about it the more I questioned.  I talked to Brian the day before telling him some of this and he told me, that everyone is swimming in the same water so don’t worry about what you can’t control.  Easier said than done but this did help me.  It became a mental game and little did I know the first of my mental tests that would push me to a limit during this race.
Race Morning
                The storm did come in as predicted and race morning was calmer than the day before, however the waves were still pretty heavy but nerves were calmed a little knowing that the water was better than the day before.  The location of our condo was perfect, it allowed us to go drop of our special needs bags, go get our bikes set up with nutrition and everything else, and then get back to the condo to be able to relax a little inside before getting our wetsuits on.  I headed down to the beach about 6/615.  The time prior to a start of an Ironman is still a surreal experience to me.  Thousands of people that have spent thousands of hours to prepare for one day, still gives me chills.
Swim
                They funneled us through the timing chute and then had everyone line up along the beach but had signs for speed.  I lined up under 1-1:10.  My time at IMTX was 1:13 but I have improved as a swimmer so being aggressive in my positioning.  I also lined up in the front of the group and was well in the water when the canon went off.  With the waves getting past the break, this made the mass start of an Ironman to another level.  Not only were 3000 people swimming with you, but the waves of the ocean were throwing these people all over the place, so I had people landing on top of me, going under me, swimming directly into my side.  I was getting tossed around like a washing machine for the first 300 meters but felt forever.  Once I got passed the break, I was able to get into a little bit of a rhythm of swimming, still different than smooth lake, having to learn to breathe with the motion of the ocean.  Before I knew it was at the first turn buoy.  As I turned left, I could feel a little bit of current pulling us in the direction we needed to go, this was huge because days before, the current was the other way, which would make this turn extremely difficult.  Things had still not thinned out very much and was still in very close proximity to people continually getting hit.  We made the turn back towards shore, it was not what I thought it would be, there wasn’t a current pulling us back to shore, wasn’t sure what I was expecting but not really what was happening.  Then I felt it getting even more crowded than it had been.  I then realized that we were approaching the shore and those same breaking waves were back and throwing everyone all over.  So you would be able to ride the wave and then it would suck you back if you weren’t careful, thus causing almost like a backup on a highway.  Even being probably about 200M from shore, when the wave would push me in, I would then stand up so I wouldn’t get sucked back out, then start swimming again to ride the next wave.  It was an extremely weird thought and way to move forward but seemed to be working great for me as I found myself passing several people here.  I had never done a two loop swim. My HR usually spikes as soon as I get out of the water and run for transition, so I was afraid that would happen and then make the second loop extremely hard.  However, because of how we had to exit the water, and not in a full sprint because of having to run through the water and in the sand it allowed me to stay within myself and in control.  I told myself I wasn’t going to look at my watch because I didn’t want to know how I was doing.  I had told myself in the morning that with the crazy waves, it was just about getting out of the water without draining myself too much.  So I grabbed a cup or two of water drank some and then headed back towards the water.  Once again, we had to get past the break, however, this time we were swimming diagonally against the current and against the waves to the first buoy.   It had thinned out a little bit at the start of the second loop; however the waves still seemed to be just as strong.  As I made it to the turn buoy, I could see something in the water and figured out it was the rope that was anchoring the buoy to the ocean floor but with the current pulling it, it was diagonal.  And just as I realized what it was, it moved and smacked me in the face, right across my right eye.  So my right goggle started to fill with water, I tried to suction it back on but was already filled with water.  I tried to swim with my eye closed.  As I made that left turn I knew I would have the current with me a little bit and figured I could swim with my eye closed.  But when I made it to the next turn to head back to shore it was really bothering me and made it hard to focus and swim.  So turned over quickly took it off, drained it and then put them back on.  And I was off swimming again.  This is when it really hit me that I was making my final “leg” towards the swim finish.  I had been the most nervous about the swim and it was almost over and I felt very confident in my swim, didn’t waste too much energy but thought I swam with a purpose and was hoping for a decent time.  As I exited the water, I could see the overall clock and it said 1:16.  This sinking feeling hit me.  WHAT? I thought I had swam well and I was three minutes slower than Texas.  I told myself to shut up and it was only the beginning of a long day and everyone swam in the same water, so everyone was slow.  We ran up the beach and I laid down in the sand to get my wetsuit pulled off.  I know that I am slow at getting my wetsuit on my own so if I can I prefer to have the strippers do it.  However, lying in the sand to get it done sucked.  The showers they had didn’t do much to get anything off of you.   As I ran through yelling my number I hit the lap on my watch and my watch said 1:06.  I was thrilled; I didn’t realize that the big clock was showing from the pro start still.  It was like I just go 10 free minutes.  Oddly enough, this really boosted my confidence.  This was probably the most confident I had felt in a swim at a half or full IM distance and it meant a lot that my time actually reflected it. 
Time:     1:06:06   1:42/100M  16th AG
T1
                Because of how line up was for the running to where the bags were and getting the bags, there wasn’t a lot of room, so even though I was yelling my number, I actually ran past my own bag and then turned around and got it myself.  Just a good mental note for this race in the future. I ran into the changing room, I had my race kit on underneath my wetsuit so I just had to put my helmet, shoes and sunglasses on.  The volunteer was awesome in putting everything back in the bag and helping me.  Because I wore the same kit, I wished I had taken more time to wash myself off with the bottle I had in my T1 bag.  I spent some time but not enough and ended up using about half a bottle that was on my bike to rinse my arms and body of with sand.    After I got my bike I ran past the mount line and since it was no flying mounts allowed, I actually found the curb and used it as leverage to get on and going faster, no issues here at all.
Time: 05:11
Bike
                I was riding my P5, with my Flo 60 and Flo Disc, with my 11-26 cassette and 53-39 quarq elsa crank.  The first several miles are a ride through town and spectators are several miles down.  Personally this helps with the excitement and adrenaline, however making it hard to get my heart rate down.  I know I have an issue with my HR elevating after the swim.  After the first 7 miles through town there is a right hand turn to head north.  The wind for the day was coming out of the N, NNE, from about 8-15 mph, so this turn put us into a head wind for the next 12 miles.   Knowing it was still early in the ride, I tried to focus on my watts and staying aero as possible.  I was getting passed by a few people here and there, but kept telling myself to race my own race, especially into the wind, cut my losses here.  At mile 22, I made another right had turn, this made the wind be a cross headwind off my front shoulder.  Right about here, I hear several motorcycles and a car coming.  It was the prince of Bahrain.  He had a motorcade of 4 motorcycles and a cop suv with him the entire ride.  Honestly I got extremely pissed off.  I don’t know why.  Maybe because he passed me, maybe because he was drafting of his motorcycles, maybe because of all the attention he was getting. I don’t know why but I had to talk myself back and focus on myself.  I could feel myself trying to chase him or stay with him.  That was dumb, so I actually sat up and let him get some distance away. I didn’t want to deal with all that hype; I needed to race myself and only myself.  I’m proud for making myself do this but shouldn’t let it get to me in the first place.  I calmed down and was just in the zone of racing now.  Staying within my watts focusing a lot on this wanting to set myself up for the best possible run.  Around mile 25 was the first time I had to pee, this was a good sign to me, having to pee within just over an hour being on the bike meant I was on track with my hydration and nutrition.  I ended up peeing about 6-7 times on the bike in total, not sure if that was too much and a sign of what was to come with stomach issues, maybe I was over hydrating.  After a few turns, I knew the speed I was able to hold with winds from most directions, so I even dialed my watts back slightly, because I knew I could get the time on the bike I wanted and be under in the watts avg I wanted.  In hindsight now, may not have been the best idea but all learning experience and will need to focus on strategies with coach moving forward to other races.  At about mile 35, we made a south bound turn,  assuming I would have a tail wind, but it was hard to figure the winds out, seemed to be gusting and blowing from different directions.   Right about mile 38, I was wonder when Greg Colvin would catch me and as I thought it, he passed me, we exchanged some words of encourage meant (both having lofty goals for the day) and he went on his way.  I knew he would catch me on the bike but pleasantly surprised I held him off that long (he passed me at mile 20 on the bike at Texas).  At mile 40, we would make a left turn, so having to cross the lanes of traffic to get out of the right lane then cross the other side of traffic.  Cars were starting to back up as we approached.  About a half mile from the turn, I heard screeching and then a huge crash.  I guess a car had been paying attention the racers and not the car stopped in front of him.  It sounded directly behind me.  All I could do was gripped my bike and pedaled faster.  I just visualized a car bumper coming flying and taking me out.  As I made the turn I yelled at a cop that a crash had happened between cars a ways back.  At mile 50 we hit a 5 mile out and back section, so 10 miles total.  When driving the course, I could feel how terrible this road was in my truck so I knew it was coming but feeling it on the bike was a complete different experience.  I had never ridden on road like it.  It wasn’t chip seal.  It was like there were bumps or cracks ever two feet, so the bike was continually going up and down bumping.   Also because of the road, it was like a landmine with bottles, tubes, nutrition, etc that had fallen off everyone’s bike.  This seemed to be a huge area where everyone thought it was ok to draft.  Not sure if they thought no marshal would drive down the out and back or if the road was just killing everyone they needed to draft, but it is frustrating seeing it when I try so hard not to.  This is something once again I need to work on not letting bother me.  I can’t control it so who cares, race what I can race.  I focused on staying as aero as I could and maintain watts but not to drill my legs on this section but get out as quick and with as less damage as possible.  I made the turn around and then shortly after was the special needs bag.  I was right on with my nutrition plan so I needed to fill everything up.  I grabbed my bag switched out my bottles and add my extra bars and salt tabs.  As we were approaching the end of the road, there were several spectators at the corner, which surprised me to have that many people that far out on the course.  And a nice surprise a longtime family friend of mine that I didn’t even know was coming to watch at all much less be out there was at mile 60.  It was a nice little pick me up after such a crappy road.  We made a turn back north so into a slight headwind, however it was lined with trees which helped block a lot of the wind.  Only a few miles down the road we would make a sharp left hand turn and from driving the course I knew that this is where some rollers would come into play.  Over the next 10 miles were some long rollers, nothing too steep just some long rollers with decent descents.  I found myself caught in a pack, I didn’t want to burn anything to get past them especially going up a hill but didn’t want to get caught drafting.  I feel I didn’t execute this part very smartly; I did get caught behind them. Finally at one point towards the end, going down one of the longer descents, I used some extra energy and passed a line of about 12 riders.  I knew that even if some of them passed me back I would be able to ride how I wanted versus getting stuck at the back of the pack, this turned out well.  At mile 73, we passed through an intersection and from what I remember when driving the course; this was going to be the mileage that got tough mentally.  It was about an 11 mile stretch of nothing, no turns, no hills, just trees and pavement, and for me mentally somewhere in the 70-90 mileage is where things are tough mentally.  I went through the intersection knowing it was going to come and I mentally told myself to not let it happen.  I lasted a few miles and it hit me, the miles got tough, it felt like I was barely crawling along and the miles weren’t moving at all.  So I stretched my legs out and my body.  And then refocused on my position and my form (could hear angie saying heels down smooth rotation, you cycle with your legs so why are you holding anything in your shoulders, give me all you got!).  At mile 84 we made the turn back south,  even though we had another out and back this just mentally made it seem closer because now I was heading in the direction of transition.  Plus we had a cross tailwind, so my spirits and speeds were good.  It was easy cruising till mile 92, both mentally my mindset was better and the wind helped a little.  I made the turn for the out and back.  And to my surprise it was shorter than I thought (we miss drove it when we drove it before) so I turned and was back to that main road quicker than expected which was good because it seemed to be a heavy windy negative in both directions while in there. It was about mile 97 as we turned back onto the main road. So I knew I only have 15 miles to go.  We had one last “hill” that was a bridge.  I felt confident in how I had ridden the whole ride because I past several riders going up the bridge without increasing my watts a lot, they had dropped way off, they just had nothing left.  As I made the final left turn to the road into the town, I focused on spinning my legs at a high cadence keep drinking and take my last salt on the ride.  The spectators started to increase and tried to maintain my focus.  I had ridden the final mile several times over the past couple of days; however I still believe I took my feet out of my shoes to early.  But honestly do not think it matter too much I was still able to pedal with my feet on top of my shoes, as I was slowing down anyway coming into the chute for the dismount.  As I was approaching the dismount line, I was catching two riders in front of me and was nervous on what they were going to do as they dismounted.  I was the only one that did a flying dismount and was able to be in more control of myself and my bike because of this. I was able to move around them as I got off my bike.  I was exactly where I wanted to be time wise coming off the bike and had moved up to 13th in my AG.
Time: 5:10:22  21.65 MPH avg  13th AG


T2
                I handed my bike off to a volunteer and started my run to get my run bag.  It was much shorter than the run for T1.  And the ground was near as hot as the ground was at Texas.  My legs were definitely pretty wobbly as I was running to get my bag and made me a little nervous.  However, I grabbed my bag and went into the building.  I grabbed a volunteer and headed over to a whole open row of seating.  The volunteer helped pull my shoes out and I took my helmet off.  Dried my feet off quickly and put my socks and shoes on.  I grabbed my belt and my nutrition and was out the door.  My legs felt back to normal after I stood up from a brief rest.  Made me feel a little better to get back to normal to run.
Time: 2:41
Run
                My legs were feeling good as I started the run.  Right out of transition, I passed my family and friends.  I really had to focus on pulling back my pace.  Remembering to focus on my form and drastically slow my pace.  I was within my capabilities but still needed to slow down.   The first 1.5 miles is lined with spectators.  On the first half of the first loop specifically it was not too crowded, so all the spectators seemed to be specifically cheering for me.  Which really boosted the adrenaline but I knew I needed to refocus.  I feel that my form was off, so I tried to just get into my own zone and focus on my breathing and form.  Trying to zone and pretend I am on this run alone, just running.  I was feeling good, and then got passed by the bike for the lead pro male.  He was obviously on his second loop, but still very cool to be able to experience the course the same as the male pros.  We then cross a main street and head into a neighborhood.  It was pretty empty, not a lot of spectators or racers at this time.  I actually enjoyed it, this let me just focus on myself and what I needed to do.  It was also decently shaded, even though not a hot day, still any cover from the sun is always welcomed.  At about mile 3.5 I felt a little bit of a pull in my left hamstring, like it wanted to cramp.  I slowed for a second and took some salt.  It almost immediately went away. Not sure what it was but it didn’t come back.  Shortly after, I saw Ricardo on his spot for volunteering running directions.  It was nice to see a familiar face at this point.  He told me I was looking good and I asked if he would text the team to let them know he saw me.  As we continued to loop around through the neighborhood, it was still very empty and I would only see a few pros, some catching me on their second loop and some crossing me on their way back from the turnaround.  I kept trying to tell myself that this was just a long run.  Focus on breathing and form.  I was right around the time I wanted for this part of the race. Holding a good 8 min pace and my HR was exactly where I needed it to be as well. There are several turns on some uneven road through this section of the run.  Making it imperative to focus on footing and trying to run the tangents.  I was sticking pretty closely to my nutrition plan.  I had my bottle and flask with me taking pulls of my infinite mix and my gel mix every so often and was taking water.  I was also pouring water and sponges on my head and putting ice down my kit.  Looking back now, I potentially was taking too much water in.  As well as pouring too much on my head.  My shoes became very wet and formed blisters on my toes.  There were times during the run that I could feel my stomach sloshing, not sure if this could have led to my GI issues but I am sure it didn’t help.   At about mile 5, we ran back across the main street and into another more spectator friendly condo neighborhood.  We then had to cut through some side grass and out by a bar. Then we got on the sidewalk to get back to the state park.  This sidewalk was narrow and was tough later in the run, to be filled with people going both directions.  As we entered the state park, there was an older lady volunteer that said the “refreshments are up around the corner” Obviously she was meaning the aid station but it made me have a good chuckle.  This let me know that I was still feeling good and in control, I know that when I can smile and laugh I am doing well.  We did have to run over 4 pieces of plywood that they laid down as we cut through the woods to get to the path.  It was out to about mile 6.5 and then we u-turned around to head back.  It was a very tight turn around so hard to keep any speed or momentum going.  At this point I was starting my way back so I started to see more and more people.  Was able to start to gauge where I was in relation to people behind me and in general that I was seeing more and more people that were behind me, thus I was in a good position.  As I made my way out of the park I was still feeling good.  We were on the same sidewalk as when entering the park and with more people it was more crowded and having to watch out for footing.  As I was making my way to a left turn around a bar and too an aid station it hit me like a ton of bricks.  My stomach cramped and seized up.  I slowed to a walk through the aid station. Not taking anything in from the aid station but getting some water on my head. And hoping that I could get this under control quickly.  I picked my pace back up to run but only for about a quarter mile, but couldn’t continue at that pace, so then I was approaching another aid station on the other side of the course but decided I needed to use the portopottie, becoming the first of many.  Over the next 2.5 miles, I told myself to push forward as strong as possible.  I would be able to run at about an 8:30 pace but then would have to slow to a walk for a few hundred meters until the pain/feeling in my stomach would subside then I would pick my pace up again.  This last several miles with 2 more stops at portopotties.  However, at about mile 11 I was able to keep a consistent run pace for the next 3 miles.  This stretch was as we were approaching the turn around and special needs thus again seeing multiple spectators. So maybe a combination of coincidence and that mentally I was able to run consistently, albeit not at my desired pace but was still running.  However, I was in pain.  I saw Kelly and Isaac at about mile 12 and had told them I was in pain and what the issues were.  I remember being in low place in the run, knowing the pain I was in and wasn’t even half way done yet.  Seeing them and then the team tent and family did help but still knowing it was going to be a long second loop having to suffer through this.  As I ran past the team tent, Jeff ran with me for a little bit and I told him I was in pain, he told me I was looking good anyway (probably lying, I felt like I looked terrible).  As I went through special needs bag, I did take me special needs bag and grabbed my second half of the race nutrition even though I was changing my nutrition plan up a little bit and only really taking in what my body was reacting well too.  I started the second loop still able to hold a running pace but hurting.  I told myself I had one more loop.  I did this before and I can do it again.  I had mentally already accepted the fact I was not going to hit my originally time goal and it became a struggle to whether I was ok with it or not.  It mentally became a game that my new goal was to overcome these issues and pain and keep pushing forward.  I was still able to keep a running pace and wanted to seem strong as I ran past the team tent and the main drag of spectators.  There was a slight incline through one of the streets and it was like this was the breaking point.  My form had broken down and that’s why going up even the slightest of climbs broke me.  It was the first time I had to walk in the past couple miles.   This is when serious internal conversations started and would continue for the rest of the way.  Internally I was defeated, already having made several “pitstops” to no true relief and was in severe pain and a real risk of crappy myself (that will mess with you as a grown adult).  I had several intense negative thoughts at this point.  My mind was playing games with me, “you still have 12 miles to go, how do you think you will finish that, it was torture for the past 6 miles much less double that”.  I knew I was right around where I saw Isaac and Kelly on the way to finish the first loop and I was hoping to see them soon just for a pick me up.  I would struggle to keep a running race and have to slow to walk and then pick my pace back up.  I was honestly afraid of not finding a portopottie in time if I ran too much.  But I was pushing that limit to the max. I was going to finish and finish strong.  I finally saw Isaac and Kelly and I was happy to see them…for about a second, and then I just snapped at both of them.  I kind of yelled at Kelly and told her to just stop, she was running next to me trying to talk to me and to no fault of hers I snapped on them (I later, said I’m sorry).  The only words I got to them were, “I need a bathroom” and “stop”.  Needless to say I was in a dark point.  Almost immediately after they left, I felt terrible about how I was towards them and thought about it for the majority of the remainder of the race.  Why was I being such a jerk, they were only trying to help.  I made the decision to do this race.  I am the one pushing myself to limit for these goals.  I am doing a freaking Ironman, I am capable of doing one and what an honor to be able to still be going as fast as I am. But I’m bitching like a little baby because my stomach hurts and I’m not going to finish with the aggressive goal time I set for myself.  But I am going to finish and I am still going to finish with a huge PR.  So I told myself to shut up and be positive.  Shortly after this I did find a portopottie (this was number 4 so far).  I found it ironic that every portopottie I stopped at (there will be 7 total for those keeping count) had a little mirror on the door on the inside.  It almost always happened that I would look myself in the eyes as I was pulling my tri kit up.  And I’d look at myself for a second tell myself what I was made of, tell myself the amount of work I have put into this, say some mantras, and to push through with everything I had.  This didn’t make my GI issues go away but it refocused me.  I knew it was going to be dark mentally for the rest of the race but I was back in control and going to push through.  Over the next several miles it was tough, it was a run as long as I could and then walk, but even the running pace was slower than it had been before in the similar situation.  But I never quit.  I would run about as far as I could without having an “accident” before I’d walk.  I made two more portopottie stops (now at 6) and the one at mile 17.5 seemed to help a lot, my stomach was feeling better, not 100% but was able to get a good 8:30 pace and hold it for about two miles.  This was right before we entered the park, I knew that all I had to do was get to the end of the park and I would be on my way home to the finish.  As I came running out of that portopottie I started talking with a women and she goes “I bet you’re on mile 18 aren’t you” I told her I was but I was hurting pretty bad.  She goes doesn’t matter, keep going your almost there.  (And I hate when people say I’m almost there cause you never are) but this actually surprisingly helped me.  She was right I was almost halfway through the second loop.  And her point on saying it was she was on her first loop still.  So I again refocused myself and kept pushing.  I had made it to the turn around and was feeling decent, I was on my final stretch home, I knew I could do this and even though I was doing some math in my head on finishing time, I did reevaluate a finishing goal but I just wanted to finish strong.  Having a new finishing goal did give me ideas of what I needed to do and little goals to reach on the way back.  I did make one more portopottie stop at mile 20, then I left the park and headed back through the streets to the neighborhoods.  Remembering where I had crossed paths with some of the other teammates (Clark, Ron, Harvey) I knew I should be seeing them soon again.  I was still having some troubles but wanted to seem strong for them, so I didn’t want them to see my walking.  I don’t know why but I thought if I appeared to be strong to them, then I would be strong. More mental queues that we tell ourselves.  The next 3 miles seemed to go by slowly but then at the same time I was crossing the mile 23 mark before I knew it.  As soon as I crossed the marker, I didn’t care or even think what my time was. I knew I had about a 5k remaining.  I had gone through several emotional changes through this run so far and I don’t know what it was about the 5k point being significant (maybe because a manageable distance) but I became very carefree.  At this point I had even stopped thinking about what I needed to run to reach my new finishing goal.  It was like I was just out running my two loops after HOP.  My pace picked up to around an 8:30 min mile.  I even feel like my form got better again. I made my way across the street into the highly spectated area, through all the people. My pace picked up to an 8 min pace and my spirits were lifting, I was smiling at people.  As I was approaching the last right turn then left turn to get onto the main stretch to go by the team tent. There was a slight down hill (the same uphill earlier that seemed to the straw that broke my back at the beginning of the second loop). I took that down hill and carried the momentum into the final mile.  I was running a 7 min pace.  It was narrow path with people in both directions.  I even had to go into the main road (of cars) to get around someone.  I was feeling great, my GI issues seemed to be gone and my legs (somewhat frustratingly so) still felt great.  I had less than a mile until I would hear the words again. I ran past the team and smiled at everyone, I threw my nutrition bottle to Jeff cause I wanted to cross with nothing in my hands.  I had to loop around the block and then run past the special needs and split off to go to the finish.  As I was making the loop around the block, I heard a women say “holy shit he is moving”.  This made me feel awesome, at the time 25ish in the marathon and about the 140ish mile of the day, I was still strong.  As I was making the split to finish versus starting second loop, it was probably about a quarter mile left; there were two people I could see in front of me.  I gave it everything I had to pass them.  Once I did, I had the finisher chute to myself.  It was lined with people and I was just high fiving everyone and not caring.  I was able to pick out some of my family and friends on my right as I ran down.  I am not sure why or what caused me to but as I crossed, I jumped up and slapped the timing clock.  Honestly probably, just about summed up the way I felt finishing the race.  I felt awesome; I had some very dark times during the run but had come back from them and learned a lot about myself.  Without even really knowing it, I had beaten my second time goal I gave myself during the run, my finishing time was 10:29.  I drank the water bottle they gave me and then grabbed another, I had neglected my nutrition the last three miles I was feeling good, so I was extremely thirsty.  I was doing well, so the catcher let me go and I walked out the exit and my parents were right there.  Then the rest of my family and friends came over.  I could not have asked for a better support/cheering section.   I wanted two things, a beer and a shower.  So my dad bought me a beer and then my parents and Isaac walked with me back up to the condo.  After I showered, we headed back down and watched everyone else finish, I got some food (I was starving by this point, I guess that what happens when you nothing left in your body after 7 stops).  I was tired but had so much energy; it is pretty amazing how the body reacts to going through such an event like this all day pushing your body to the limits and then level of endorphins that are released just by crossing the finish line.  It is amazing.  I stayed till midnight at the finish line when I did Texas and I knew I was going to again here.  And I knew several more people doing this race so being able to see everyone finish is just as exciting as yourself. 
Time: 4:05:03  9:21 per mile pace  19th AG
Overall Time 10:29:23  19th AG
Final Thoughts:
                For the next few days after the race, I went through several emotions, upset, frustrated, thrilled, excited.  After reflecting for over a week on the race, I am extremely happy overall with my race.  I pushed through a tough swim start, to have my most comfortable swim.  I stayed perfectly within my plan on the bike, knowing I did not kill myself there.  And I pushed through a lot of pain and issues both mentally and physically on the run.  I PRed every aspect of the three sports individually and I PRed my overall time by 1 hour and 43 minutes.  I worked extremely hard for this race.  Part of which I believe was shown and part of which was not.  The fact that I was able to mentally push through and finish the run strong, I know that my training and ability is getting there and am capable of a faster time.  This only leaves me hungrier for more.  I am both mentally and physically stronger moving forward.  I cannot wait for 2014 season.

I want to thank my family for putting up with me during all of this.  I want to thank my teammates for pushing me and training with me.  Personally thank my coach, Brian, his guidance and expertise has helped me get to levels I never thought I would and get me to where I am.  I would not be anywhere without the people that are closest to me in this world.  You all make me who I am and push me to be better.

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