Just like that the race is over and the post race celebrations are coming to a close. What started out as a childhood dream came true November 16th, 2015. It was a year in the making though. None of this wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for me asking my mom to help get me in through the online registration. 2014 has been quite a year and ending it by becoming an Ironman.
Most of the race was a blur so I’ll get to my race report later once the emotions settle a bit. I’m not a Kona qualifier and probably won’t ever be, but when you decide that something is possible you need to go for it. I trained under the same coach I used for Oceanside through her group special. Some of the people I knew and others I didn’t. We all embarked on this adventure to become Ironmen together. Triathletes of all shapes and sizes all out to achieve what many people say is nothing short of crazy. We trained together, we traveled together out to AZ a couple weeks before the race and we all kind of bonded in a special way. The memories we will cherish and remember forever.
I signed up for this race on a whim of believing that it’s possible that regular people can do this and it’s not just for pro’s. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy and I knew it was going to be hard. I found new limits for myself that I didn’t think possible. With all my weight loss I wanted to prove to myself that I could go out and do something great. They say Ironman is a drug and in part they are right. You get this high going into race weekend and then once it’s over you go through a down period. Everyone goes their own ways again back to their regular lives or in my case my off season.
Once in Tempe I was excited to be a part of the experience. Go down to Ironman Village get my athlete check-in process done and check things out. Lots of vendors, lots of athletes but not much of anything real like clinic’s or things for inspiration. The underpants run was fun to take part of and Friday was getting a tour of the transition area’s with places to spectate at. There is so much more to think about while doing an Ironman verses other distances. That time my parents were in town and the excitement started to really build. We went to the opening ceremonies that evening which just fueled the fire of inspiration. Saturday had a great swim with the group in the morning and gave my parents the same tour I got. Having my family there really meant a lot to me. It’s important to me that they see that anything is possible no matter what age. We saw a 72 year old woman who was doing her first ever triathlon finish the race.
After the race was over and everyone who finished was still on their highs the village seemed to take on a different excitement. The previous day was done and everyone was already looking at IMAZ 2015. Different athletes looking at their previous days race in different ways. Some were happy to be done with it and never do it again. Some looked to their Garmin data to already start looking at what they could have done better. Some started to compare races year through year. I already know I’ll be volunteering at 2015 so I’m not signing up for it. I didn’t have my HR monitor on during the entire race (major fail on my part) so I don’t have much data to analyze for the race. At mile 22-23 though is when I could hear Mike calling people an Ironman. I knew that I was going to be an Ironman and while I was overcome with emotion the rest of the race was just enjoying my accomplishments.