Ironman Louisville
Race Report: Third Time is Not a Charm
After swimming around the island, back
down the river this way
Part of the bike course with smaller continuous rollers
Ironman Louisville was my third Ironman race, and still not the proverbial ‘charm’. Again, major (and a minor) bike issue cost me time on the side of the road and an indeterminable amount of time lost during the bike and consequentially the run.
Bike worked so well the day before the race, I'm baffled
Race morning, getting ready
The race stated at 6:50am in the Ohio River. The water seems
clearer once you are in it, than it does from ashore. I was still wondering if
perhaps I should have brought some prophylactic antibiotics. For roughly the
first half of the race I snuggled in nicely right behind a group of eight or
so. The group keep speeding up, slowing down, swimming wide, and just generally
pissing me off. So, after around half way when they started to veer wide, I
swam the buoy line. We met back up again right before the slight turn to exit.
Swim time was 48:58.
Swim Start- Pros had one mass start, age groups time trial start
Swim exit
T1 was simple with no issues. Out onto the road. I’m feeling
great, holding watts above planned but feeling like I was putting in 50%
effort. I also heard a slight woosh or sweep sound with every revolution of my
rear wheel. Not good, but I also needed to wait until the right time to fix
that. At the top of a hill about 16 miles in, I did find the right time- a tech
guy was right there and was at the top of the hill. He helped me to identify
the right break as the source of the sound, and fix it. But then I was stopping
a mile later because the bike was shifting incorrectly. The tech guy tried to
help me again, but the bike still didn’t shift quite right. Not good, not good
at all on a hilly course. Other than the first and last 10ish miles, you are
always going either up or down. This continued as I tried to decide if it would
be more costly to stop a third time to try and fix it or to just keep riding
with finicky shifting.
Then around mile 45 I had my answer. Dropped my chain on the
inside. Dropped it good, stuck in a you- need-Hercules-strength to pull that
bad boy out kind-of dropped. I tried and tried. Held the bike this way, that
way, pull from here, from there, rock your body to get some leverage, and try
one more time but please just don’t cry. The chain was not budging. I heard
some people cheering up the road (which of course, was also up one of the
steeper hills of the race) so I started walking to them figuring if nothing
else they could help call someone so I could be picked up. A good number of
guys asked if I was alright or what happened, but only one was kind enough to
stop and help. If you ever lose faith in humanity, just head to an ironman or
any triathlon. In a competitive individual sport, where seconds can matter, you
will find generous people. People willing to help you out before, during, and
after a race. People who really care about other people in what really can be a
very selfish sport. But for now, back to the chain. He tried a few times with
normal strength to no avail. Then he finally summoned his Hercules strength and
success! The chain was out. I was good to go! Sort-of. By the way, I did not
cry (yet).
The chain was out but the shifting was awful. I tried two
more times to try to fix that. I was never able to get it to shift to the
smallest gear or the biggest gear. And had to pick which gears in the middle I
wanted to work. I had to go with it being able to go on the second one so I had
a chance in heck of finishing the hilly course. It never went into the third
one, the fourth was picky, the fifth worked, and maybe one more. And even
between the ones that worked the shifting was as smooth as a 15 year old
driving a manual transmission car for the first time.
For the next 15 miles I was pissed off, sad, wondering “why
me, why can’t I just have a race with no major issues”, especially since I was
headed into it feeling confident, ready, tapered, the most race prepared I had
felt in a long time. But then I turned to do the second loop around mile 60 and
said either just ride or stop. I decided since I was out there I mine as well
keep riding and if nothing else, get a good training day out of it. The
shifting was piss poor but I had learned how to best manage it, so I could ride
the 112 miles and use it as a training day if I decided not to do the run, or I
could finish the race and look for the positives and build towards the next
race.
So more hills it was. Things were really starting to warm up
out there. Things were also getting crowded. Bikes and cars, and a few close
calls. All the roads were just two lane highways. Quite adequate if it was just bikers. But this was not a closed
course and the motorists either did not know what to do around bicyclists, or
just didn’t care. There were a couple times a car would pull out from the left
onto the road close in front of me, and then I would have to pass them on the
left because they were behind a slower cyclist. The bike course is beautiful
and wonderful, and could possibly be one of my favorites if it was a closed
course. Total running time on the bike was over 6 hours. Ouch. Moving time was
closer to 5:50-with less than half my gear, including the loss of the biggest
and smallest, one of the worst courses for this to happen on. Let’s not forget
the brake rubbing for 16 miles. So, taking all that into consideration, my
coach and I both agree that I most likely would have been right where I wanted
to be had things gone better. So I’m pissed, but also happy. Happy that my
biking is improving, it probably is where I want it to be, my nutrition and
hydration planned worked to a T, and I handled the heat well.
T2 was alright, then out to the run. I still wasn’t sure
what I was going to do. I was pretty certain I was too far back to catch
anyone, even if I had a great run and everyone else came down with a major case
of diarrhea. Either I would run half way and call it a great training day or
finish to again find more positives to carry over for Cozumel, and maybe partly
because I’m stubborn. I saw my coach during the first mile and asked him what
to do. He said just run for now, so I told him we would talk at mile 13.
The run was going great until about mile 14. My quads were
feeling the effects of smashing up the hills in the improper gears. By this
time I had forgotten about my plan to decide if it was worth it to keep going
or not. I was too focused on how my stomach hurt and my legs were screaming and
trying to find a way to push through. In the end, I’m glad I finished. The run
probably also would have been right where we wanted it to be if I hadn’t had to
smash my legs for 60+ miles on a bike course beforehand. But a 3:36 in the heat
after what felt like 3508 squats with a 1000 pound bar, in 90 degrees and
humidity, I can’t complain too much.
It is probably better that I finished this race and can
recover and get back to training with more time to get a better build into
Cozumel than I did for here. For a while I had danced around the idea of
Wisconsin, but this would take at least 3 weeks away from training for Cozumel.
Instead, this has just made the fire burn hotter, making the goals even higher.
If I had stopped at mile 13 of the run, I would probably be trying to do
another race to prove to myself that I have a great race in me right now, but
it would be at the cost of other future races.
A huge thank you to everyone that makes this possible for
me, and especially to the guy who helped me unstick my chain. Thank you to
DiscountTriSupply.com, Kyle’s Bikes, Krueger Chiropractic, the Sanders family,
my coach for coming down to watch something so pitiful, my parents, the
volunteers, and everyone who had encouraging words for me leading up to,
during, and after the race, it means so much to me just to know there are
people that care.
