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I have'nt seen a race report thread yet so I figured I'd start one. I'll try to keep this brief since I'm at an internet cafe getting ripped off by the minute. So here goes to set the record straight:
The moral of this story is if you don't train for an Ironman then prepared for a very, very hard day.
As I've posted leading up to the race, my training has been totally crap this year due to much traveling for work. Hopefully after reading this I won't get so many sandbagging remarks. Before coming to Nice I had done one swim since IM Florida which was last November. I've hardly ridden my bike the year and my longest ride this year was 67 miles which was the first week of May. In fact I have gone stretches of two weeks or more without being on my bike at all. My running has even been crap this year. My 1.5 mile run for my military annual fitness test this year was my worst time in my 11 year military career.
So I arrived in Nice guessing I had a fair chance of a DNF. I did manage to rectify the horror of IM Florida last year by having an immodium along with my breakfast on race morning, so that worked a treat. At the start of the race I hobbled over the horrible stones on the beach with everyone else into the water. It was a bit like IMDE as when I was in the water I wasn't quite sure which way to go except for to follow everyone else. It was a poorly marked goofy swim course. My swim stroke felt pretty good but it was slow going. I came out of the first lap (2.4k) in 1:07 by my watch and I was tired and was ready to be finished with the swim. I headed back in for lap 2 and just survived it to come out around 1:50 for the whole 3.8k. My swim at IM Florida was 1:30 by comparison, so no swim training definitely cost me. But on the upside at least I know I can still make the distance since swim is a bit like riding a bike in that you don't forget how to do it once you learn. I ran up the ramp and the supporters were great to see! Having the Pirate team there is such a huge boost. I can a big hug to get him wet then hobbled up to transistion.
I came out of T2 and set off at a very slow jog given that I needed to get a move on to run a 5 hour or so marathon. Seen the Pirate supporters again was a huge boost but sadly it wore off once I was out of sight of them. Looking back I should have put my feet up in transistion, had some coke, and taken a 20 minute rest to get my head together. I knew I was overheating so I was hitting the water and energy drink and every aid station including getting some sponges. But I just kept feeling worse and worse. I hit the turn around for the first lap at 38 minutes and started back for the return trip. At this point I was starting to feel really lightheaded so I slowed down to walk for a bit. Instead of getting better it just seemed to get worse and I started staggering to the point I knew I was slipping into trouble. When I got to the first aid station on the return trip I sat down and asked for some water. I was quite lightheaded and sick to my stomach and I suddlenly realized I was so weak I couldn't stand back up. So I realized it was time to lie down and see if that would help. Squishy came by and stopped to check on me and thankfully she was there to talk to the medical staff because I was really out of it. I told her to go on but she insisted she wasn't going to make the cuttoff and I was in no shape to argue. So huge thanks to Squishy for looking after me on the way to the med tent. She told me to day when the took my pulse in the ambulance that it was 61 which is a bit scary to me and part of me wishes I didn't know that. After 11 hours from the start it seems to me my heart rate should have been pretty darn high. Anyways, I got to the med tent and Squishy went to tell the Pirates what happened to me. Instead of a drip all I got was a piece of watermelon and a cup of coke so I consumed that and hung out for a little while. When no one came back to check on me I just said to hell with it and left. I made my way back to the hotel to get a shower and then back to the bike rack to claim my bike and transistion bags. Then it was off to bed by about 9:30 pm.
So basically I destroyed myself trying to make the bike cutoff since I'm so out of shape and I had nothing left for the run. Between this race and the last two the common theme has been I've been pretty much hammered when I've gotten off the bike so I obviously need much more work on the bike. I've pretty much decided that I'm not racing an IM nxt year and I'm just going to see if I can find time to do some serious bike training and get my bike fitness up. I'll probably do some shorter races in the mean time until I can prove to myself that I can do the bike distance in a reasonable time without having to kill myself. It's just no good being a decent running if I'm hammered everytime I get off the bike.
Big thanks to all the supporters here in Nice and to those on the forum! I'll be back to IM someday....just not sure when. At least this will probably be the worst report you'll have to read since the otheres will almost all be good news stories. Congrats to all who finished such a brutal day!!!!!!
Glad to hear that you're OK, KK.
oh KK, so sorry to hear it didn't work out. will you race again in the US this year? i guess in someways it's reassuring that training really does make a big difference.
only one persons report, but have to say the care at IMF sounds a bit lacking. not enough water on the bike (i take it they had no energy drink either?) at a race people have paid alot for sounds almost criminal! then an almost total disinterest in someone who's clearly in a bad way. perhaps it's down to the field being something like twice the size this year? i doubt the support crew grew much in a year.
KK - having followed the 'action' on here yesterday, it was good to read your report to get your take on it.
Glad you're ok now. Hope you recover (mentally & physically) & come back again stronger.
Where do i start....
This time i had organised my mother, sister, friends, and other family members to come and spectate. While it was great having them there, I was also conscious that there was a certain expectation. I had finished my last 2 Ironmen, and so I should finish IM-FR.
My training could never have been considered as ideal, total of 4 bike rides for training a few runs here and there, and even an olympic distance tri 2 weeks ago.
So it was off to Nice to join the other shipmates on our next adventure....
The build up here in Nice was the normal round of getting bikes together and off to have a little dip in the water, lots of chatting and nerves. I was feeling very vulnerable as I know how little depth I had to my training.
Sunday arrived and it was going to be hot - even at 5:00 am walking to transition to phaff once more with the bikes it was more than just warm. 6:00 am rolled arround and down on to the pebbly beach that so many pay a fortune to visit in July and August. A quick dip in the water to check the goggles were not leaking and to get the wetsuit full or water, then lots of nervous chatter with other fools.
Nice report KK, hard lines on the day. Maybe you shouldnt have let Barley write your training plan but hey, hindsights a wonderful thing.
It was good to meet you at last. You are the only person I've ever seen wear a baggy wetsuit. I guess it must be the fashion over the pond!
The gun went off and I was quickly into the water and soon into a good rhythm. I was also becoming aware that I was the only person who had remember the course and work out which bouy was which. All the competitors was swimming at a very funny angle to me, and were definately not swimming at the bouy I had identified as the first mark of the course.... (I was later proved right - as they corrected the other swimmer, but this was not till there had been quite a few incidents)
The first lap was going well and I was please with how I felt as I approached land. A very quick out the water and back in lead to a shorter second lap. By this point I was starting to feel thursty and felt as if the water was being drawn out of my body by the salt in the sea. With 625 m to go I was aware of a lot of powered safety craft and the smell of 2 stroke fumes and fuel was making me feel very sick.
So with my head down I set about getting to shore and 1:24:56 I was out of the water feeling very relaxed and not to tired. Quickly removing my wetsuit and showering I headed to the transistion where I will pick up the story tomorrow
Before I start I really want to say a HUGE T H A N K Y O U to all the pirates and pirate supporters who made a weekend in Nice such a brilliant experience. You lot are just incredible people. The support was overwhelming at times... truly fantastic Thank you so, so much.
They had been out the day before the race and painted 'Go Pirates' and the pirate logo in various places on bike route and on the first steep hill they had painted everyones name on the road!! What a lovely surprise. Thank you. The mexican wave at the bike turn was a total suprise and the support group on the run was really great.
This tri lark is all new to me. I hadn't done any tri before, not even a sprint, let alone an IM. Last autumn I posted a message on this forum asking 'who are the pirates?' That same day I entered into IM Nice, on a burst of enthusiam. Although I had run a few marathons, I had never swam up and down a pool in my life and didn't own a bike - indeed hadn't ridden in over 20 years. No worries.. how hard can it be..? Iron Melissa voilunteered to be my mentor and devised a training schedule and Dr Nic gave me a swimming lesson. I bought a bike (Specialized Tarmac Pro) on ebay.
Mrs DV (Classicaldiva, elesewhere on this forum) has been really supportive and I'd like to say thank you to her too for everything.
Like all the best plans, things don't always work out. Life, business, kids.. these things get in the way of training.. I started out with the best intentions but it got harder and harder to fit in the hours each week. My training started to slip.. weeks went passed and I was doing very little. I had done some good quality training, guided by Iron Melissa's plan, but probably not enough of it. Its fair to say that in the last two months I have done very little decent training - certainly nowhere near the hours I should have been doing.
I am not a good swimmer. In fact, I am pretty carp at swimming. The swim was always going to be tough for me. And it was. I knew I wasn't doing well when I noticed the rescue boat just behind me and I was guided in to the finish with a canoe on either side. As I got closer to the shore I could hear the announcer "blah.. blah.. blah.. cut off.. blah.. blah..". I got out of the water in about 1:59 I think. I did my best, but I don't think I could have gone much quicker.
So.. into T1. Where is everyone..? There were only about 10 bikes left. OMG! Everyone else was long gone. I therefore rode almost the entire bike route on my own, except when I caught people up. I remember catching flyaway and meldy and someone else who I can't remember. As the bike went on I caught more people who were struggling with the relentless hills. The climb was steady for me and I drank 6.5 litres of fluid without going to the toilet! That is an indication of just how hot it was. It was really tough. Two consecutive water stations had no water left and no gels..! Not good.
The decent was fast and good fun. I saw a few people on the roadside with broken bikes or punctures and one guy had flipped over a small wall and was really cut up.. his neck, both arms and both legs were visibly bleeding and he didn't look good. I hope he was ok in the end.
I got back to Nice after having been out on the bike for almost exactly 8 hours.. the clock was just ticking passed 10:03 I think...
Into T2 then...
Just need to take my daughter to school and then will finish the story.,....
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