Ironman Coeur D’Alene 2007 Race Report
Pre-Race
After dealing with some travel issues getting to Coeur D’Alene, I had a terrific few days leading up to the race – great practice swims, good tour of the bike course, and some fun, relaxing times at this beautiful venue. On race morning, I woke up well in advance of the 4:30 wake up call, took a nice hot soak, stretched out, and made it down to transition nice and early.
After checking in my special needs bags, I went to check on my bike, load all my nutrition, and inflate the tires. As I went to inflate my front tire, I accidently unscrewed the tire’s pin and deflated the whole tire – ugh, what a mess. Luckily, there was a great mechanic right there and he calmly (and I needed someone who was calm) re-attached the pin and inflated my tire. Between my travel delays and that mishap, I started hoping that I had dealt with all of the unwanted glitches that could pop up.
Swim – 1:14
As we made our way down the beach for the swim start, the unexpected morning wind started to really pick up and the water was becoming quite choppy. In fact, it was so messy out on the lake that they offered any athlete the chance to skip the swim and just do the bike and run. Of course, I was not going to do that, but it did reinforce how difficult the water conditions were. So, I adjusted my goals for the swim towards a more conservative approach and a goal of 1:15 or so.
After the gun sounded, I jumped right into the wrestling, shoving, and kicking of the 2,100 athlete start. Going out of the course was very difficult into the strong current and into the waves. It was hard to sight where I was going and it was hard to breathe between all the choppy waves. As I made the first turn, coming back to the beach to complete the first lap was much easier with the waves and currents pushing me in. As I exited the water after my first lap, I said a few awful things out load about the conditions…and then I thought, “Oh man, my grandmother (in attendance) probably heard that.” And when I looked up, there was a television camera right in my face, so, actually, a much larger audience was privileged to hear some of my most creative cursing!
When I rounded the marker on the beach to finish the first lap, I saw a time of 33 minutes. This was much faster than I expected and faster than I wanted to go. If I didn’t slow it down and conserve my energy, I was risking leaving my whole race right there in the lake. So, I adjusted my game plan for the second lap and backed off the pace. In fact, I did pay a little bit towards the end of the swim, as my legs started to cramp a bit. Again, not time to panic – I just needed to relax, work through it, and keep moving.
I exited the water in about 1:14, which was fine considering the conditions. As I heard Mike Reilly announce my name, I smiled and then I heard him call out my friend Keith from Houston. I turned around to give KB a high five and we shared some unpleasant language about the swim conditions before running into transition!
Usually the swim is just the warm up act to an Ironman, but with the wind, waves, and currents we faced, it was well above and beyond its usual challenge. Hopefully, the extra effort spent here wouldn’t hinder the rest of my day too much.
The Bike - 6:25
Starting out on the bike, I was feeling strong and optimistic about my day and glad to have the swim behind me. The first part of the course took us out to the east along the edge of the lake. This stretch was beautiful, and the gentle hills helped me settle into the saddle and start in on my nutrition. After the turnaround, it was nice to come back through town and hear the appreciative crowd before heading north to the hills of Hayden Lake.
After a long straight northbound ride through the commercial districts of Government Way and 4th Street, the bike course took us along the edge of Hayden Lake. This stretch included some steep climbs, quick descents, and fabulous scenery. After leaving the lake, we headed further north and east to the rolling hills, open meadows, and farms of rural Idaho. Through this section, the hills were just relentless – nothing too steep or too long, but I just felt like I was constantly looking up at a new hill to climb. That got old rather quickly…
It was particularly cool to have so much crowd support on the bike course. A church on the route hosted a large BBQ for people to watch, several fans were cheering at the top of the toughest climbs, and there was even a guy out there in a bright red Elmo suit jumping around for us. One of my favorite supporters was sitting in a lawn chair in his driveway, and he had sign up that read, in order: Gatorade Available, Water Available, Food Available, Counseling Available. I am not sure how many athletes took him up on that offer…
Turning back to the south and down to Coeur D’Alene should have been a relief, but, unfortunately, the gentle downgrade was negated by the strong headwinds. Getting back into town was fun, as the crowd was again loud and supportive. Starting the second lap, I was still feeling strong and ready for the challenges ahead. Of course, I reminded myself that the race was really just beginning.
Throughout the second lap of the bike, I tried to stay on top of my nutrition plan. However, I was having some trouble getting down all the calories I wanted; my stomach just wasn’t up to the digestive challenge. Hindsight tells me that this was probably a result of the extra effort and exertion of the swim; it threw me off my usual patterns by a wide margin. I did my best to adapt and get down more calories but this was something to be concerned about for later.
Despite my nutritional troubles, I tried to enjoy the last half of the ride as much as possible. The scenery was terrific and the fan support continued to be awesome. In the rural and suburban parts of the ride, it seemed like every house was having a party and cheering on the athletes. It means so much as an athlete to have people out there, even strangers, cheering for you and believing in you when you are working so hard.
After completing the hills up in Hayden, I turned south towards Coeur D’Alene and faced the headwinds again. Having scouted the course, I had anticipated this slow descent to be an easy time to ready myself for the run and loosen up. But the winds wouldn’t allow it and it was a challenge to get back to town. I was very relieved to make it into the transition area still feeling like I had the race under control.
The Run – 4:58
After a good, quick transition, I was off on the run. I was pleased to find my running legs feeling strong and loose. But my lower back wasn’t willing to cooperate; after over 6 hours of cycling in an aerodynamic position, it was tight and just gnawing at me with every step. At that time, I reminded myself to stay tough, keep moving, and work through it. With a patient approach, I’d feel better after a bit. And after 5 or 6 miles, I felt much looser and ready to continue on with a good pace.
After 8 or 9 miles, I was into a good running groove and starting to realize that I had a good chance at going under 13 hours for the race, which would be excellent given the conditions. However, after 9 hours of exercise, I was having a little trouble with the math of determining what my required pace would need to be…but just the possibility of such a finish kept me moving forward.
Luckily for me I felt into stride with a savior at about mile 13. Somehow I had the good fortune to start running with Jessi, a triathlete from Spokane who was celebrating her birthday on race day. For several miles, we paced one another and chatted about everything from her daughter to our starts in Ironman racing to some of our most embarrassing moments. Over the second half of the marathon we joked about dining at each aid station – “wonder what the soup of the day at this station is?” – and counted down the miles.
I was really excited to see some friends out on the run, working their way through the day and persevering with determination. At my 22nd mile, I passed my friend Scott as he was on his first lap. He was hurting and his back was bothering him, as it had through his training. I tried to encourage him and give him a lift. In return I could see his determination to work through to the finish – he would not relent. As I jogged away, I told Jessi how much I admired his Ironman spirit and strength. We agreed that he was, by living so deeply in what was possible, representing all that is so great about the Ironman and its athletes.
As Jessi and I continued to the finish, we seemed to share the same relaxed, fun attitude towards the race, and chatting and laughing with her made the last few miles come much more quickly. It was really great to feel the benefits of her support and to feel like I was helping her. By the time we reached mile 25, we were friends and ready to celebrate our finishes.
As I came to Downtown Coeur D’Alene for the finish, I was overcome with emotion. It had been such a difficult day from the choppy, rough swim to the hilly, windy bike to the long, tiring run, and seeing the finish in sight made me feel such pride and fulfillment. The last bit of the marathon was a gradual descent of 6 city blocks down Sherman Avenue. Both sides of the street were crowded with supporters, cheering loudly for each athlete. I raised my arms over my head, let my eyes fill with tears of self-satisfaction and pleasure, and gave the crowd an emotional smile. After some high fives down Sherman Avenue, I came to the grandstands for the last few yards. I heard some friends cheering for me, and as my smile got even wider, I raised my arms to cross the line in 12 hours and 49 minutes, a new personal best by 31 minutes. What a day!!