Gone…Great White Shark Diving

And now…for something completely different…

With what turned out to be a very long triathlon season now in the books, I need some rest and relaxation before starting up for a very exciting next year. I went for a nice 5+ mile run Tuesday night with Pacers, but otherwise the entirety of my time has been spent doing other non-athletic things.  However, a significant portion of that time has been spent rushing to finalize last minute details for a journey that is now already underway.

Much of that preparation time was nailing down exact photographic equipment after some hot-off-the-production line items I ordered missed their shipping deadlines and won’t make the journey.  So begging, pleading and horse-trading was involved to get what I needed for the trip.  Which in turn resulted in probably a surplus of stuff going along on the trip.  But I’m operating on the “I’d rather have it, than find out I’m missing it” premise here….cough…six cameras…cough.

(For the record, all that stuff – and more (like, clothes and a wetsuit)– fit into my little carry-on roller suitcase.  Yes, you can now bow-down to my packing prowess.  It comes from many many years of travelling for months..heck…years…on end.  Though, I’m probably going to dislocate my shoulder trying to carry it up/down stairs due to its weight.  Details I suppose.)

Anyway…

At this time I’m currently floating my way out into the vast Pacific Ocean to a tiny little rock formation west of the Mexican mainland called Isla Guadalupe.  This protected area is something of a highway interchange of sea-life, and in particular – Great White Sharks.  This wildlife refuge also attracts everything from sea lions to seals to giant tuna.

As some of you know, I’m kinda really into sharks – especially Great Whites.  For no particular purpose I suppose other than I find them fascinating.  Perhaps it’s years of watching Discovery Channels’ Shark Week in the rec room as kids.  Great Whites are interesting to me due to their size, strength, and in many ways gracefulness.  It’s hard to explain until you’ve seen one in person – but I hope I can try and relay that over the next few days.

So, the purpose of this 5-day live-aboard journey is to get to check out these creatures up close and personal…sorta like what I did in South Africa a few years back:

Except – instead of it being a simple 3-hour day trip, this is a bit more involved.  I’m headed out with San Diego based Shark Divers – which specializes in White Shark expeditions. 

First, we leave San Diego and then hit the open roads to head south ‘cross the border man’ (kinda like Taco Bell, no?) for a few hours.  Then we jump on sorta small boat, spend upwards of hours motoring hundreds of miles from shore to the island.  Once there we spend full three days with Ms. Shark(s) before finally spending another 24 hours motoring back.  On board will be some research folks, a film crew, support and a few paying customers – which happens to be my brother and I after we got a pretty sweet deal.

If you’re new to the blog, you’re in for a fun journey.  My brother and I have a semi-epic list of travel tales along the way – from Egypt to Skiing in France  (and Dubai) to kayaking in Palau.  Or you can see all of my recent travels here.

Adding to the fun is the little Spot Tracker that I’ve used before on trips (this time with more success I hope).  It’s a satellite based tracking service that’s ideal for anyone going well outside of cell-coverage.  Every few minutes it updates my position on a little map – which happens to look identical below (there’s a little widget on my page to see it).  This will update automatically throughout the trip:

As for the sharks, over the course of all my posts I’m going to try and highlight some of the issues they face, as well as talk to the pro’s and con’s of various shark-related efforts going on out there (from eco-tourism to tagging).  Given I’ll have some of the smartest white shark folks around on board, this should get pretty interesting.

The only catch with the little boat is that internet access is super limited – think 14.4bps modem limited (please tell me you remember those days…right?).  So posts might be a wee-bit delayed (or non-existent) until I’m back on solid land again.  But the little tracker thingy above will keep on ticking, day or night.  Right about now we should be chugging along towards the Island.

So with that, on what will soon be Friday the 13th, we’ll catch up in a bit!

Ironman Florida – The Finish Line at Midnight

As I’ve blogged in the past, probably the most moving moment of any Ironman race is watching the last few finishers push to make the midnight cutoff.  All Ironman races start at 7:00AM, and allow competitors until midnight to finish – 17 hours in total.

Given I finished a bit earlier, I had plenty of time to get all cleaned up and come back out and cheer for everyone else.  Besides - despite a solid (slow) waddle on my behalf, there’s really no reason I wouldn’t come out.  Plus, I enjoy the very festive and supportive atmosphere – something you honestly rarely see at the pointy end of the pack.

I showed up around 11:30PM and began to work my way through the crowds as finishers trickled in.

The two finishers above were looking pretty beat and simply walked across the line.  Though, most folks – even at this hour – do actually run in.  I think it’s just the adrenaline of it all helps you to find some power somewhere – even after 17 hours – to run the last 100 yards.

In fact, some find so much energy they even do a little dance.  The women below meets announcer Mike Reilly in the final stretch and does a bit of a jig before heading in to grab her finishers medal.

If you get down next to the chute, it’s lined with boards displaying various Ironman sponsors.  The spectators will typically starting banging the boards as folks approach – or in tune to the pumping music.

Of course, giving high-fives is a big part of it.  Folks lean out over the edge and then the finishers get a streak of high-fives all the way to the finish line.

The center of virtually any Ironman finish area is the announcer.  He (or she, though I’m not aware of any M-Dot 140.6 races emcee'd by a women) keeps the crowd going for hours on end.  Usually tag-teamed between two guys, they announce the names of virtually everyone crossing the line.

“And now coming down the chute from Alexandria, VA – we have Ray Maker.  Ray Maker – You are an Ironman!”

And so it goes, for hours on end.  But, many folks doing an M-Dot (official Ironman race put on by the World Triathlon Competition) wait for those final four words ‘You are an Ironman".  Because you simply can’t take that away from anyone.

As I mentioned, one of the most ‘legendary’ announcers is Mike Reilly (pictured below).  He’s got more energy than a 6-pack of Red Bull’s and just keeps on going.  From well before the starting canon until even a few minutes past midnight as the last few trickle in.

So let’s cut to a quick video I put together of the last few minutes of the race – ending with the final official finisher to come in (which, btw turns out to be IronMoe – so go give her some love).

Ironman Florida 2009 at Midnight from Ray Maker on Vimeo.

Once the clock strikes midnight (17:00:00 hours), the race is officially over.  However, there are usually a few folks within range that just barely missed the cutoff.  Everyone still says though to cheer them in – getting just as big of a cheer as anyone right before the cutoff.  In the past when I was at Canada they also announced just how far out these folks were and we’d try and make as much noise as possible in an effort to ‘pull them in’.

However, it doesn’t take very many minutes after midnight until things started clearing out.  At Florida this year, there wasn’t reported to be anybody within sight – so people started trickling out within just a few minutes of the clock striking 17 hours.

And the crew didn’t waste any time.  Less than 5 minutes after the final official finisher the timing equipment was being pulled away and getting ready to be trucked to the next location.  Ironically about 90 seconds after the photo below a unaccounted for finisher wandered down the chute.  While everyone was caught off-guard, we all cheered as much as possible.

He wouldn’t be officially listed on the final results as a finisher – but he still gets a medal & t-shirt. :)

So with that, I’ll wrap-up my Ironman Florida 2009 series and get on with a short vacation – which starts later Wednesday evening.  But more on that wild (aquatic) adventure in the next day or so…

Ironman Florida 2009 Race Report

My alarm started buzzing away at 4:30:00AM…and started hitting snooze at 4:30:03AM.  After thinking through the situation for a bit more, I hit snooze another few times – taking me to about 5AM – when Lindsay called (I asked her to give me a ring since she was down there as well, just in case the hotel clock went on the Fritz).  Given my snooze alarms were still working quite well, another whack was in order, bringing me to 5:11AM before I finally started to contemplate doing something.

Since Ironman races basically require you to have virtually everything set the day before, I really didn’t have anything to do aside from eat breakfast and show up.  Further making the situation easy was the fact that my hotel was less than a mile from the start.  So really, my list of ‘morning of’ tasks was whittled down to just putting water on my bike and getting my wetsuit on.  Triathlon pre-race life is much simpler that way.

Though, to make life a bit simpler the race organizes a shuttle from the local Wal-Mart over to the start.  Equidistance from the hotel for me, I figured that was the easiest path forward.  So I showed up there slightly after 5:30AM and a bus immediately showed up.  Perfect.

The bus whisked us right to the start area where I was able to toss my Special Needs bag off in a pile of bins.  These are the bags that you can pick-up halfway (well, mile 49) on the bike, and mile 13-ish on the run.  I was completely self-sufficient on the bike, so I just needed the run bag.

After that I headed over to get body marked.  Nothing too fancy here, age on calf and bib number on arms.

Then it was time to enter transition and take care of the water bottle fill-age and putting my gels on my bike.  They were already in transition from the night before (in my super-fancy tennis ball containers), but I kept them in my bike bag in transition instead of on my bike.

From there I went over to my run bag and double-checked everything was good to go there as well.  I then backtracked to my bike to pump up my tires and leave my pump by the fence (pre-labeled) in hopes it would be there some 10-12 hours later when I returned to pick it up.  Thankfully, it would be.

After that, it was time for a quick porta-john pit stop before getting the wetsuit on next to the morning clothes bag drop.  I was happy to find the lines for the bathrooms reasonably short and only taking a few minutes.

From there it was off to the beach.  Once on the beach I met up with Lindsay at the Team-Z tent, before wandering back over to the start area to watch the pro’s go off at 6:50AM.

(Pic of the Pro’s going off, courtesy of Lindsay)

The Swim:

Normally you have a bit of time before the Pro’s go off to get into the water – and they allowed that.  But at other races they also allow a few minutes between the pro’s 6:50AM start and the masses 7:00AM to dip into the water.  That didn’t quite happen, so I ended up just lying down at the edge of the water in order to get my body acclimated to the water (it takes at least 45 seconds to get your body/breathing used to the water temperature).  With that accomplished, I was ready to roll (though I would have liked a longer warm-up).

Before I knew it, it was ‘Go time’.  Without really any warning or countdown the canon went off – and off running into the water we went.

(Sorry for the so-so quality above, had to take photos of the photos I bought, the below much better one is from Lindsay)

Because there’s odd sandbars along the way it’s a bit of a shallow water run before you finally get into the whole swimming thing.  I was happy to find that my front-line starting position let me avoid any nastiness with respect to elbows during the first portion of the swim.  It was only as we neared around the 2nd buoy that bunching occurred (from folks going out too fast that slowed, and from some folks catching up).  It was a bit rough for a few hundred yards, but then things settled out – just in time to hit the first turn buoy.

You can see the bunching above at the second buoy (again, courtesy Lindsay).

About this time I should point out the IMFL course is a two-loop swim course with a beach run tossed in, along with a few intermittent sandbars near shore for fun.

The first turn buoy wasn’t too bad – people just kinda flowed around it – and off into the rising sun we went for the cross-leg.  The cross-leg was nice and quiet given many people were wandering blinded by the sun everywhere.  Thankfully since I had swam the course on Thursday, I knew that the best line was simply to actually aim at the sun.  If you weren’t aiming for the sun, you were doing something wrong.

By time I hit the second turn buoy back towards shore the swell had changed a bit and people kinda hit the turn awkward and a lot of bunching/colliding occurred, but after the turn it wasn’t too bad.

From there it was straight into shore, where I found the first sandbar about 12 or so minutes later.  This is where it gets tricky, because you hit the sandbar, stand up – run – and then go swim again briefly…only to run onto the beach for the timing mat.  If you’re doing the course I’d highly suggest you practice this two-step-tango in the days prior.

(Here’s the whole sandbar thing, you can see above the folks running and then swimming again, the folks closer are headed out on the second loop on the diagonal)

Following the timing mats and a cup of water, you go seaward again for the second lap on the diagonal across two semi-separated sandbars before finally getting back to the swimming.  I was astounded at all the folks simply walking across (not running) the sandbar.  Umm…race?!?  (A sign saying “Lead, follow, or get out of the way” should be planted on the beach there.)

The second loop was basically a calmer version of the first loop – where I was now able to really focus on getting on peoples feet and swimming a clean line.  I did see some solid jelly’s out there – a few the size of basketballs, but most about the size of squished softballs.  Thankfully they were down a few feet deep, and the smaller ones closer to the surface I was able to modify my stroke to not hit when I would see them ahead.

A bit later I did the sandbar tango again and hit the beach for the final time.  I crossed the mat at 1:06:25 – a few minutes slower than my IMC swim a few months back (all my other ones were lake swims without sandbars, waves or currents).  But that’s alright, as the rougher conditions slowed down the pro’s by 4-6 minutes on average, being off a few minutes myself isn’t too bad.

I met up with the wetsuit strippers, got my wetsuit ripped off and then proceeded to leave the stripping area.  But that was short lived.  As in the process some dude decided to lay down in the middle of the aisle and get stripped – just as my feet graced that patch of carpet.  In turn, I then performed a front flip over him.  He looked up rather confused, and I looked up with a “Why are you here?” expression.  A second later though I was off and running towards the showers to try and get some of the sand cleaned off.

With that, it was time to wander through the never-ending transition area before finally mounting my bike.

I present you with my most complex MSPAINT drawing evah!  Just follow the red line from the water to the road, that’s me.

However, because my paint skillz are slacking these days, here’s what it really looked like (yes, we ran through a hotel and into a convention center where the changing rooms were):

Anyway…moving along now….

The Bike:

I successfully mounted my bike without any immediate dismount issues (like at the Aqua-velo), and was off and cooking. 

(I successfully demonstrate how to mount a bike.  Photo from Lindsay)

It was approximately 500 yards from the mount line that the first ASI Photographer was hanging out taking pictures…on a turn.  Seriously?  Out of the 112 miles of bike course you chose this blah location in front of a motel to take a picture?  Oh well…picture:

After that we hit up the main road along the ocean for about 6-7 miles before heading inland. During that time I get the hatches all battened down and got my HR back under control.  I was rather surprised to find my Z2 wattage relatively high (clarification: higher than ever before) – so I was just hoping that would last.

A word about the IMFL course for those not familiar.  It’s flat.  As in – a blueberry pancake has more elevation gain than this course.  For comparison – IMFL and IMC as recorded by my barometric altimeter on the Edge 705:

Ironman Canada:

Ironman Florida:

So, really, the only true hill in the course came at Mile 10 across a bridge over a waterway, the rest were just very gradual ascents and descents.  Some non-racing cyclists where hanging out at the top and shouted out “That’s it folks, you’ve just completed the last hill!”.  Funny guys…ehh?

A short bit later I was introduced to the legendary IMFL drafting mobs.  Both IMFL the 70.3 Championships in Clearwater (held the following weekend) are known for their drafting violators.  In all non-ITU events, drafting is quite simply against the rules and cheating.  You get assessed a penalty, which varies depending on the event length.  For an Ironman it’s four minutes per drafting penalty.  It’s also worth noting (because a lot of folks don’t understand this) that once you enter the draft zone of another biker (three bike lengths), the only valid way out is forward.  You have 15 seconds to complete the pass, you cannot fall back and fail to complete the pass – that’s a penalty.

So in general, I tend to put drafting in three basic categories:

1) He/She who gets drafting violation due to an accidental entrance into the draft zone because they are not paying attention/etc…While I have yet to get a drafting penalty, if you race enough races in one’s life, I’m sure everyone would eventually end up with one just do to bad luck.  It’s not these drafters I’m really annoyed with since it’s usually accidental and the overall impact is minimal to a races end result.

2) The 'course is too full’ drafting penalty.  Common at shorter distance races where the Race Organizers try and be the biggest triathlon in the world.  Examples of this would be Nation’s Triathlon, Chicago, NY, etc.. At Nation’s this year the number of triathletes on the course combined with the 12-abreast riding made it very difficult to avoid anyone’s wake if you were in a later wave (luckily I was not).

3) The low-life scum who sit 6” off the back of someone’s wheel for miles at a time drafter.  These are the folks that actually take rotations effectively like they are team-time trialing in the Tour de France.  These are the folks that go in groups of 35-40 people.  And these are the folks that flock to IMFL because of the flat course and sheer amount of territory for the ref’s to cover.  There were 10 drafting refs out on the 112 mile course on Saturday – or basically one per 11 miles.  There were 2,800 athletes.

On Saturday I saw more drafting than I could shake a stick at.  Aside from the cheating aspect of it, the more practical problem with it is it screws up one’s pacing.  When the drafting pelotons flew by you had two choices – try to stay ahead of them (pointless exercise in wasted energy as they’ll just try and re-pass you, inciting a feud), or let them go ahead.  But letting them go ahead caused me to slow down, because they weren’t quite going fast enough for the HR zones I was trying to hold.  So you basically had to sit up and soft pedal to stay out of the massive draft zone.

Here’s a video a guy with a helmet-cam shot from his bike on Saturday (again, this video is not from me, but from a 29-time Ironman finisher):

(From this thread here, incredible stuff)

The only positive side of it is that three separate times I got to sit back and watch Ref’s hand out penalty cards.  And then subsequently at the first penalty tent it was jam packed with cheaters.  Sweet!

I’ve since heard that 200 penalties were handed out on the bike course, and 21 DQ’s were given due to no-shows at the tent (if you don’t show-up to ‘serve’ your penalty time, you’ll get a DQ post-race).

Ok…drafting soap-box off…

Back to my ride.

My first 2.5 hours went exceedingly well.  My wattages were unreal.  I averaged 254w at Z2 – which is basically unheard of for me at that low of a zone.  I even recalibrated my power-meter mid-ride just to check things.  Things were going awesome.  I hit the first 20 miles in 50 minutes, and then pushed steadily into the wind for the next ~30 miles (at a whopping 18MPH at 260w).

But, somewhere after that I lost some momentum – not a bonk, and not going out too hard, just a loss of ability to get back into zone – you can see the slide start around mile 50ish or so – and really kick in around mile 80.  That lasted for a long time…a very long time.  Around mile 70-80ish or so at a porta potty I got off and went to the bathroom – and also started to breakdown some.  Here was a far easier course than IMC, and I couldn’t keep it together.  I should have been easily 5 hours – if not a bit faster, and now I was trending towards 5:20-5:25.  I had done a much windier course (aqua-velo) just 6 weeks earlier in 5:14 – without any taper and coming off of a 120 mile just days before.  And now I was on course for a dismal day (for me).

The weird thing was – my power output was still incredibly high.  Even throughout the entire ride, when I got back into zone, my power was still just as high as before.  At the moment I’m not sure what it was – probably mental (as seems to always be the case for me at this distance) – but it was tough.  There were many points I simply wanted to quit.  I had no desire to keep going.  Zero.

Eventually though, I wandered back into town.

Bike split: 5:25:11

The lesson here for me is that I suck at being aero for 5+ hours (heck, really anything over 3 hours).  That’s why on a course like Canada I basically posted an identical bike time to Florida (where most people would be at least 20-30 minutes slower at IMC).  I love climbing – and Canada has tons of it, and I’m really darn good at that (where most people aren’t).  I can push the big gear no problem on the flats just as well as most (my power output proves that) – but I just don’t have the flexibility at this point to maintain that position for that long – thus my time suffers.

I took my time through transition.  I was not happy and borderline wanting to give up them.  Instead of running I simply walked through transition to try and pull it together some.

The Run:

Once I hit the outbound mat of transition, it was time to run.  No if, and’s or but’s about it.  With the timer officially started on the run, the Garmin 310XT kept on telling me when I got off-pace by using the Virtual Partner feature set for 7:40/mile.  And for the first 6.5-ish miles, I kept a pretty good pace (7:50/mile) – I was down a couple seconds, but basically a wash.

But I needed to get in some nutrition and was having a hard time getting my body to take in the gel’s while running, so just after the timing mat’s at mile 6.5ish I walked about 2 minutes.  Towards the end of that walking as I was just about to start running a guy ran by and gave me crap for walking.  He and I had exited transition about the same time so I remembered him from before.  We ended up deciding to run together.  He was running a slightly slower pace than I had planned (about 8:00/mile), but I knew that if I could hold with him – life would be good – and much faster than any potential walking.

So we chatted and ran together.  And it was good, he wasn’t too much older than I, and he could pick up on the fact I was pretty dejected and did his best to try and pull me mentally out of the gutter.  His day job was ironically enough a nutrition specialist working with those who are obese – so I suspect that he’s naturally good at pulling people out of rough situations.  By the same token, he noted that I was doing the same to him – as he said “We had become accountable to each other” – and we plugged along.  Life got better for a while.  Though, getting down my planned nutrition was problematic – as my body was basically trying to throw it back up.  So I switched to what was offered at the tables – Gatorade, Coke, and Water – and plugged along.

The run is mostly through residential areas and a bit of state park action at the turnaround.  Here’s what some of it looks like:

We made pretty good time back to the half-marathon point – averaging 7:50’s – very solid. 

I ended up ditching my CamelBak given I wasn’t using the nutrition it was holding.  No reason to drag along extra weight.  But around the same time I also needed to take a second to get in some extra nutrition somewhere – a minute or two to walk an aide station and get in a solid amount of Gatorade.  And that’s when we broke apart.  I didn’t want to hold him back, so I told him to soldier on – and on he went.  And down I went.  After that point it became a run/walk game.  My legs were not the issue, as they usually aren’t (heck, the day after now my legs feel mostly fine).  Just felt like ‘blah’ at best.  Losing my running partner quite frankly sucked.  But I just kept on pressing on in a mixed walk/run – averaging a little over 10/mins/mile.

You can see below – the pace I was holding – how well the first chunk went, and then where it all fell apart.  The mileages on my watch are just slightly off by about .2/mile.

On occasion I would pick-up other people.  One of the advantages to IMFL over IMC is the dual-loop run course.  So I was able to pick-up runners just coming off the bike who were a bit fresher and still running a respectable pace.  So I ran with a guy from Team-Z for a while, and then eventually chased a very cruising girl (though on her second lap I think) for a few miles through and out of the park.  By that point it was harder and harder to find folks still running a pace roughly like mine, so I took advantage of it.

I dropped her (well, actually, she dropped me now to think of it) around mile 23.5ish.  Around mile 24 I picked up a new friend who was moving along.  And we moved pretty quickly in silence together.  Correct that – in darkness and silence together.  Due to the earlier time change this year, it was solidly dark by 5PM – so I was running in the dark at that point.  At least heat was no longer an issue. :)

(Speaking of heat…minor aside about my outfit – I ended up basing it mostly off of Ryan’s outfit he wore at Louisville, and then subsequently at Kona – which is in turn based off of Torbjorn Sindballe’s outfit worn over the past few years.  Like myself, we’re both a bit susceptible to heat and so I needed to reduce any effects of heat and sunburn.  The upper 70’s temps for that long in the glaring sun can easily put me in a bad spot on the marathon.  So I can say post-race that without a doubt that going long sleeve worked really well.  I was free of sunburns, and cooling was easy – I just toss a cup of water over myself and it maintained a cool cover on me.  On the bike it was even better, like wearing a ice suit.  Awesome – highly recommended for endurance races.)

So, back to Mile 24.  At this point we were hauling.  Well, it felt damn fast anyway.  I guess everything’s all relative.  When people around you are walking or shuffling – an 8:00/mile pace looks like rather Kenyan-esque.  We pushed each other a bit – never saying a single word to each other other than a quick ‘Which lap are you on?’ confirmation we were both Lap 2.

We went on to increase the pace as we got closer to the loud finish spectacle.  There was a bit of an unspoken reality that both of us were better runners than we had shown up until that point in the race.  I don’t have any basis for that line of thinking other other than running with the guy for 2.2 miles, but just a hunch based on his running form and how we were able to push the pace in the end.  I let him run the chute first and tapered the pace for a few seconds as we neared a hundred or so yards out.  He wasn’t in my AG, and it didn’t matter anyways for either of us.  It’s considered highly poor form to incite a 100 yard sprint race at the end of an Ironman – unless you’re realistically in a position for a Kona slot – as it basically screws up someone else’s finisher picture.  Let them enjoy the day.  An extra 3-4 seconds on the clock in this situation doesn’t mean anything in the grand scheme of life.

And then it was good -  because I was in the final stretch of 50 yards or so down the finish chute with people cheering and the spotlights were shining with Mike Riley shouting out my name as I came through. 

And then I was done.  Three Ironman’s completed in a period just a few days over 14 months.  Which is sorta mind-boggling in and of itself.

While the time was technically a PR by a small margin, I think I learned a lot more about what I’m capable of.  There were many good moments over the course of the day – the first 14 miles of the run was solid.  My bike wattages were impressive.  And I pushed through to finish – because at the end of the day finishing an Ironman is always the first goal – everything else is really secondary.  It also served to re-enforce what I had pretty much already figured out at Canada this year – I really enjoy the shorter distances more.  A lot more.

Swim: 1:06:25 – T1: 5:10
Bike: 5:25:11 – T2: 4:07
Run Time: 3:57:18

Total time: 10:38:11 (19/151 in M25-29)

Post-finish line I hung around the free food and drink tables for a bit chatting with a few folks, including surprisingly some who read my blog (I got a fair number of inquisitive looks while down here of folks trying to place me and wondering) and one athlete who is actually also coached by Coach Alan (he rocked out his first Ironman in 10:20 – awesome job!).

After that I hobbled around a bit and went over to the Team-Z tent to chat for a bit before finally going to pickup my bike and run gear at the transition area.

From there I stumbled back to the hotel (by way of Taco Bell and picking up 6 taco’s).  Later on I’d head out to the midnight festivus when all the final finishers come in (just like at Ironman Canada at midnight both this year and last year).  I’m a big believer that unless you’re hugely broke-ass post-race – you should go out and watch the final folks come in.  They’ve been out there almost 17 hours, and they deserve and need everything they can get to make the 17-hour cutoff.

But more on that…tomorrow.

Thanks for reading!

Ironman Florida – Day 2

This morning I was up again fairly early – by 7AM (which is way early by me-standards).  I had another brick, though this one a fair bit shorter than yesterdays.

Today’s game plan called for swimming backwards on the course to the second to last buoy.  Then I’d float around for five minutes checking out the currents before heading back in.  In total I’d probably swim 750-1,000 yards.  After the swim I’d do a quick 25 minute bike ride to ensure everything was in working order.

So with that, the swim:

I met up with Lindsay on the beach.  She was scheduled to race IMFL, but got hosed back a month or so ago when she broke her ankle in a gazillion pieces.  But, she still made the trek down here to cheer for a bunch of folks – including Team-Z which has a crazy number of peeps here (60!).

Despite her broke-ankle, she’s still able to swim, so she followed on out into the water for the swim.

A short bit later I made it out to the buoy and got to the hard task of floating.  The goal here was to figure out which way the currents were going.  But, it turned out more complex than that.  Because the currents were going one way – and the wind was going the other.  So floating there I was acting like a sail, and do the conflicting ‘messages’, I basically sat still.  But I was able to observe the other swimmers and was able to figure out the currents based on that.

As noted yesterday, you can see how clear the water is.  That’s a buoy line there, and a swimmer off in the distance swimming by.  (Underwater photos taken with Optio W60 little point and shoot)

After hanging out for a few minutes, it was time to head in.  Though, I started to do that a dude came on paddling by.  So naturally I stopped for a second to take a picture of him.

Then it was back onto the beach and up to the rental car for the bike portion.

My route would take me out along parts of the bike course along the beach.  It was fairly windy, but you just kinda have to get used to it.  I expect tomorrow (Race Day) will be windy as well.

In the end, my bike splits turned out crazy-good.  I did 10 minutes each of Z2 & Z3, and then 5-ish minutes of cool-down.   My Z2 wattage was 232w and my Z3 wattage was  286w.  Serious freakin’ awesomeness for a low-HR on the Z3 side.

I quickly swung by the ART tent again for a bit more work to get everything loosened up for tomorrow.  As I was getting ‘worked on’, I thought it was ironic that I was in the finishers chute at the time.

And also then swung by the Ironman Store for a few overpriced items.  With no lines in there, I was in and out in a matter of minutes – super efficient.

Finally, I hit up a quick road-side triathlon shop for a last minute item I needed for my bike.  Off-site the main Ironman area, it was kinda like those stands outside sports stadiums selling peanuts and stuff.  But I got what I needed and it was half the price as the main shops onsite.

With that, I headed back to the hotel for a few hours of more relaxing and watching The Price is Right.

I did a lot of sitting around and eventually made lunch.  Just lying and doing nothing – perfect for the day before a race.

Eventually I got my act together and put together all my transition bags and race bags, along with getting all the stickers on my bike. Ready to roll!

While taking the above picture I started thinking it would be pretty darn nice to sit on a trainer and have this view all day.  So I took of picture of how that would look:

We had until 3PM today to drop-off our bikes and T1/T2 bags.  So I headed down around 1:30PM to get that taken care of – allowing me the rest of the day to lie on a couch.

I found another line, but this one moved pretty quickly:

Once inside I was able to drop-off my bike at my rack position (pre-marked).  It’s nice and close to the bike mount line – only a few rows behind the pro’s.

Then I headed over to drop-off my T1 bag.  Again I lucked out with a spot right near the tunnel entrance from the swim – so easy to find if a volunteer can’t find it quickly.  My T1 bag has my bike shoes, helmet and stuff to wear on the bike.

Finally, I dropped off my run bag in the mass of bags there.  This has my run shoes in it, and nutrition for the run.

Here’s a quick peak of what the place looks like.  Bikes forever…with palm trees in between.

With that mission complete, I went back to my place and sat on the couch and watched mindless TV shows all day long.  I fell asleep here and there and just drank tons (with electrolytes to help retain the water).  Lots of watching ‘The Deadliest Catch’ and other addicting shows.

So now I’m about to head to bed and get ready to rock it tomorrow.  At this point I’ve done the training – which changed post-IMC a bit to focus on pushing it on the run even though I’ll be in pain.  And like any Ironman, it all really comes down to pushing through the pain on the run.  I’m running a set pace tomorrow – 7:40/mile so the little Garmin will keep me focused and make it crystal clear to me if I slack off.  And there will probably be some pain on the bike too – 5 hours in aero is a long time to hold that position, but if I race smart and stretch regularly, I can probably prolong the onset of that.  The swim is what I’m honestly looking forward to the most at the moment (which is very rare for me), I think it’s going to go well, I felt fast the last two days out on the course and if I set the pace early and find the right set of feet I can come out pretty fresh.

While neither my family nor The Girl is down here, I know they’re cheering for me all day long from afar – along with a few other close friends.  So I’ll be channeling their thoughts when the going gets rough (and it will, it’s 9-10 hours after all).  But, I’m feeling good – and hoping that Ironman #3 is the one I want – third times the charm. :)

(Note: This was written the day before IMFL, and is being published post-race automatically)

Ironman Florida – Day 1

(Note: These were written pre-race and are set to auto-publish once per day for the next few days)

There are a lot of reasons I’m looking to do Ironman Florida – but the biggest being I just wanted a second crack at it this year.  Ironman Canada (IMC) back in August didn’t quite go as planned and I know I trained better than I raced.  I honestly don’t care too much what my final time is – as long as it’s a better than IMC.  While I certainly have expectations, I’m just not as hung up on them as before.  Just want to go out there and at the least, learn something.  Since signing up I kept it pretty much under wraps from everyone except Coach and The Girl – just wanted to keep everything low-key until it’s done.  A fair number of you via the comments have wondered what was up with the increased mileages post-IMC.  And a small handful of you actually figured it out and sent me e-mails on the side (just in case you didn’t know, all Ironman races show all registered participants pre-race). :)

So with that…onto the show (note, all pre-race posts were written pre-race and posted post-race)…

I flew into Florida last night (Wednesday) by way of Charlotte.   I was happy to be able to see my bike get on and off each leg of the journey.  Here it is in DC getting ready to ride the belt into the plane:

Because it was dark out when I arrived, I didn’t really know what things looked like – except that I was on the beach in a high-rise near the race start.  I had booked a 1-bedroom condo via Expedia for super-cheap – about $109/night.  Which – btw – is about a 1/3rd of the nightly rate compared to Ironman Canada.  One of the advantages of Panama City Beach, FL is that they have a significant city-wide bed-count, and thus even an event like Ironman doesn’t really make a dent in the overall capacity of hotels/condo’s.  So, I present you my pad for the stay:

Yeah, pretty damn sweet – up on the top floor – floor 23.  Woot!  Oh, and it’s less than a mile from the start.  Double woot!  I could live in a place like this.

After I was done looking aimlessly out at the ocean, I decided to head out and do my brick workout for the day.  I had a swim and run scheduled, and was set to start at 7:30AM – or basically the point I’d hopefully be finishing up the first loop and going into the second loop of the swim.  So my workout for today was to swim one loop of the swim course (1.2M each loop) and then do a 25 minute run brick-style.

I headed on down and swung through the bag check area before deciding to simply leave my stuff on the beach like everyone else.

From there, it was out into the water for a nice little jaunt.  They were just starting to setup the buoys at 7:30AM, so I waited until around 7:50AM to give them a bit of a head start so I wouldn’t catch up.

The water itself is very clear – quite nice actually.

Clear enough in fact that you can see all the little Jellyfish hanging out.  Not tons of them.  I tried to get a picture of them but failed, but it wasn’t like the below when my brother and I went to Palau and swam in Jellyfish lake:

The nicest thing about the salt water is that you’ve got extra buoyancy.  Add to that the fact that it was pancake flat – like glass – and you’ve got a fast course.  I’ve been in bathtubs more choppy than this.

So adding in the flat fast water and the recent taper – I was fast.  Damn fast.  My first loop took me about 31 minutes – at a relatively easy-moderate pace.  Not even race pace.  Sweet candy!

After I was done swimming I headed on out for a nice run along first part of the run course.

After that I headed back to take a few pictures from some of the upper floors of a random hotel near the swim start:

Following my workouts (but still before 9AM) I headed back to the hotel to relax for a bit.  Relaxing is a key part of my pre-race plan.  Lots of lying around is planned

Though, you can only sit so long before you have to get other tasks done.  So right before lunch I headed over to pickup my packet and get everything I needed.

However, my hope for a quick packet pickup was quickly dashed by a massive line.  Stretching out of the expo area it meant a long time to wait.  But, there really wasn’t much to do except wait.  So I grabbed a water bottle and had fun standing in line for an hour…in the sun.  One step forward, two steps back with respect to relaxing.

At least the line meandered past all the booths in the expo, so you could check out their wares:

Finally, I found the front of the line – where two nice ladies started the whole process of getting checked in.  First up – ID’s and forms:

Then the scale weigh-in – so the med-tent can triage you better if you’ve lost too much weight:

Next up was getting the actual packet pickup piece:I got a lady that was about as Southern as they come.  Nicest women evah!.  Would have made Paula Dean look like Cruella Devil.

After that they scanned my chip to ensure it matched my name:

Then I went to the Community Fund line, to pickup another bag of goodness.

Finally…the poster lady!  Perhaps the best part of the whole tent journey.

Here’s what the poster looks like:

I then swung by the ART (Active Release Therapy) tent to get my lower back and left knee worked on a bit.  I have ART appointments at home, and after the plane flight yesterday my back was a bit sore.  But about 15 minutes later all was awesome.  ART has been my best friend for almost a year now.

Finally, it was back to the Rainmaker Penthouse (hey, it was the top floor and nobody else was up there that I could tell) to unload all the bags of goodness:

Turns out the regular goodie bag didn’t really have anything but some paper junk inside.  Oh well…

But the Community fund bag did have in it a t-shirt and a visor, so not all was lost.

I spent the rest of the afternoon just lazing around watching TV and surfing the Internet, along with a bit of a nap.  I awoke just in time to find the sun setting (rather early here mind you):

Then it was time to head out to the Athletes Banquet.

After getting through the first line, I stumbled into the dude from Ironman the movie. Then it was time for the good stuff – FOOD!

Got breadsticks?

  My plate:

I will give them props here – the food was better than IMC. :)  But, I think the evening’s presentation (though basically identical) was smoother and more genuine at IMC.

I thought it was funny that the President of World Triathlon Corporation (WTC) referred to the area as the ‘Redneck Riviera’ during her little speech….which…it basically is. :)  Oh, and Mike Riley was the emcee for the evening.

After the banquet I swung by Wally World to pickup a couple of essentials I’ll need for the rest of the weekend.  From pasta to sunscreen to Gatorade.

Then finally, it was back to the room to get my bike all put together for tomorrow morning’s brick.

With my bike successfully functioning, it’s off to bed before it gets too late.  Catch ya all in the morning.