Ironman World Championship Race Recap

Going into 2023 if you had told me I would do not one, but two full Ironman triathlons this year I would have said absolutely not. I’ve done triathlons for years now, but never a full Ironman distance (2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike, and a 26.2 mile run). My plan had always been to do one Ironman in my life, maybe at the very end of my “career”, check the box, and move on. But I have friends (I blame you Alicia!) that love to do crazy things and I love to join them, so I signed up for Ironman Coeur d’Alene in June and qualified there for the World Championships in Kona, Hawaii so how could I say no?

We’re heading to Kona!

Fast forward 3 months and I was questioning all my life choices and wondering why I didn’t say no! Work was a lot, the general back to school activities with 4 kids was a lot, and of course training was so much. The last few weeks of training consist of two workouts a day and very very long Saturday and Sunday training sessions. But I had lots of friends to do these sessions with and they say that when you’re just over it all, that means you’re ready. So I guess I was ready.

We brought the entire family with us because the timing of the race was perfect, over their fall break. They had never been to Hawaii so everyone was very excited. Everyone but me. I boarded that plane feeling like a loser. I felt like a loser at work, a loser with some personal things, and a loser because I had been injured since April and hadn’t been able to run until the end of August. Hip tendinitis and an Achilles issue. My training had been very slow run/walks so I really didn’t know what would happen.

But all of that worry left me as soon as I stepped off the plane in Hawaii. You could feel the excitement in the air. We were at the World Championships! For the first time ever Ironman had split the men’s and women’s championships into two separate races. The men had already competed a number of weeks ago in Nice, France, so Kona was an all women’s race. There were strong, impressive women everywhere; it was awesome just to be a part of it.

The day before a race I’m always super nervous, but on race day those nerves are gone and I’m ready to go. Kona was no different. I was ready! But then I had to wait…and wait. My age group was the last to go and time goes so slowly. I decided to use the bathroom one last time while I was waiting and while I was pulling down my kit it ripped all the way down the middle of the top Janet Jackson style (luckily I was wearing a sports bra so no slips!). But that meant I would now be doing the entire race with my top flapping in the wind. But there was nothing I could do about it so I put it out of my mind.

Finally it was time for my age group to start. It’s a deep water mass start at Kona so we’ll swam out and treaded water until they said we could go. And we were off in the typical craziness of a triathlon swim start. The course is a rectangle; so you just swim straight out for 1ish miles, turn right at the 2 boats marking the turn, and then swim back. I was so nervous about the swim. I am not a good swimmer and couldn’t imagine swimming 2.4 miles without a wetsuit. But I really, really enjoyed the swim. The salt water kept me very buoyant and the temperature was perfect. The loved looking down at the tropical fish swimming below me (so much better than nasty lake fish!). Earlier that week I had swam with a sea turtle for awhile; such a great experience. Before I knew it I was rounding the boats and starting the swim back. I was alone for a bit and when a group of girls began passing me I realized I had really slowed down being alone, so I hoped on the feet of one of them and stayed with the group until the end of the swim. I got out of the water smiling because I had just swam 2.4 miles and had a great time doing it!

I ran(ish) into transition, hosed the salt water off, put on my bike gear, hopped on my bike, and was on my way to face the longest part of the day. I took the first few miles easy, just adjusting to being on the bike and getting ready for the long ride. My tongue felt swollen from the salt water and it always takes a bit to get my leg moving. The first few miles were an out and back in town through streets lined with spectators cheering us on. It was so great to feel that support, but all too soon I turned onto the Queen K Highway with virtually no spectators and miles and miles of empty lava fields. It was here I would spend the majority of the ride and it was time to get to work.

I love the bike portion of the race. I pass people the entire time and just have fun with it. This course suited me too; long nonstop rolling hills. There wasn’t a flat section in the entire course. It was here that I realized just how hot it was and how important keeping on top of my hydration was going to be. I decided to alternate water and Gatorade at every aid station to make sure I was getting enough electrolytes. That decision seemed to work because, although I was thirsty the entire ride and felt like I couldn’t drink enough, I never cramped or had any other issues.

The bike course is an out and back with the turn around point being after a 7 mile climb up into the town of Havi. I made the climb up fine, turned around in town and started the descent back down the hill. This was the point everyone had warned me about because the cross winds can get really bad and shove your bike around as you’re descending. But I don’t think the winds were as bad as they normally are so it was nice just a nice, long downhill section before I started back on the rollers of the Queen K.

I hit mile 90 and was over the ride. There was a headwind and the climbing just felt slow. I still felt fine, but definitely ready to be done. The last few miles into town I was biking next to the run course and began to brace myself for that long hot run.

I dropped my bike off in transition, happy to be off of it, and began the run. I had no idea how my hip would hold up but just planned to keep moving forward.

So happy to see my family

As with the bike, the first few miles are an out and back in town on Ali’i Drive. The road was filled with spectators holding signs and cheering in many different languages (70 countries were represented) and views of turquoise waves crashing into the black lava rocks. So beautiful. People had written with chalk on the road words of encouragement to specific runners and people stood with hoses to spray us with cool water as we ran by. It was a nice way to ease into being in my feet. I ran past my family here and seeing them filed my soul. Then we turned and went up Paulani Rd and were back onto the Queen K.

First few miles looking all happy

The heat hit me here. It was hot! It was going to be hot for quite awhile. The mountain to my right had a nice dark cloud hanging over it just teasing me with shade that would never come. I walked through every aid station chugging water then pouring it down my back then grabbing ice and dumping it down my shirt. The volunteers were amazing- offering to pour water on us, asking how we were doing, and encouraging us while they had the never ending task of filling cups to hand out.

So hot on the Queen K!

I saw some of my teammates out here which was a great encouragement. We would talk for a bit before one person would move on ahead of the other. Just keep going, we’re getting there.

The Queen K felt like it was all uphill as I ran on. So many miles running out away from town. Finally…finally, I reached the left hand turn down into the energy lab. I would spend a few miles here running down towards the ocean and back up. The wind was in my face as I ran down which felt great and the sun had begun to set. Everyone talks about how this is the worst part of the run, but I didn’t think so probably because of my timing. As I was running out of the area the sun went down into the ocean, creating another beautiful Hawaiian sunset. I turned numerous times to gaze at it, thinking about how blessed I was to be doing a triathlon in Hawaii! What an experience! The air finally grew cooler as I turned back onto the Queen K to head the last miles towards the finish line.

It quickly grew very dark with the sun gone and I pulled out and held a headlamp I had picked up in special needs to see the road. My stomach was starting to protest the nonstop sugar I had put into it all day but I was getting there so I just kept running; forward motion.

Soon I made the turn towards town and ran downhill. People along the course there were already shouting congratulations. There was a man with a mic at the bottom of the hill calling our names, shouting encouragement, and cheering us on. He said it was just one mile more. So close, yet it was the longest mile of the race.

I ran with a girl that last mile and we kept asking each other when the turn to the finish line would get there. Finally we made the turn and headed down the red carpet to the finish line. I started smiling and picked up my pace because I was about there. Then I saw my kids cheering for me. That made me smile even more as I ran over and high-fives them. I crossed the finish line with my hands in the air; I had done it.

All and all it was a good day. I had no pain on my run and having my family there was the best. It was also so fun to compete with only women. Hearing various stories of what these women had gone through just to get to Kona was inspiring. From people scared to death at the thought of taking on the course all the way to those trying to make the podium; the physical and mental toughness of every last woman was amazing. For the first time ever in a World Championship, every single person completed the swim within the required time and the race had one of the highest ever course completion percentages (97% completed the course). It was definitely an experience I won’t soon forget.

Boston Marathon 2023 Race Recap

I just ran my first Boston Marathon and it was the most amazing experience!

My friend Alicia and I qualified for Boston at the Houston Marathon in January 2022 and then turned our attention for the rest of the year to triathlons, so when this January rolled around it was a bit of a shock to remember that we had a marathon to run in 3 months. I started training and all went well until life slammed full force into me. I had a couple major life events happened, one being my father passing away 18 months after being diagnosed with Giloblastoma (brain cancer). Between grief and the stress of it all, training faltered some, but I was also so happy to have running as an outlet. Running is my mental health release. There’s nothing better to me when life gets difficult than to run so fast and hard and far that I can’t think (is that the best coping mechanism? Probably not, but it’s what works for me.)

We determined that the best time to do my dad’s memorial service was the Saturday of the Boston Marathon weekend, so I moved my flight as late as possible and reworked my marathon plans. The service was so nice, yet emotionally draining, and it was a bit of a feeling of whiplash to go from the service to the excited chaos of Boston one day before the race. I was absolutely drained, but pushed it aside and got caught up in the pre-race excitement which was very easy to do once we landed in Boston.

Our friends who have run the Boston Marathon multiple times (and are very very fast) had told Alicia and me about the amazing atmosphere of the race, but there was no way to truly understand until I experienced myself. I loved every part of that weekend, Boston did not disappoint.

Race Day:

We actually got to sleep in! Because they have to bus 30000+ athletes 26 miles out to the start of the marathon in Hopkinton, there is not an early start. There are 4 waves based on qualifying times and we were in wave 3 which meant a 10:50am start. I didn’t even need to set an alarm. I had my typical pre race meal of coffee and a bagel with peanut butter and honey, checked the weather report one more time hoping that the rain in the forecast had suddenly magically disappeared (it hadn’t), made my final wardrobe choice, and we were off to walk to board the buses for the 50 minute drive to Hopkinton.

The Boston Marathon is a well oiled machine! I could not believe how many people were waiting to get on buses, but they loaded a set and immediately another set of buses appeared. Alicia and I boarded and were off. The bus we were on happened to have a lot of people who were part of wave 4 on it and were doing the marathon through fundraising. I loved that because the atmosphere was just pure excitement. These people had worked hard at both raising money for their nonprofit and training and could not wait to run the marathon. It was a first for everyone around us and we all shared stories of what we thought it would be like.

It started pouring just as we got off the bus. It was cold but I knew that meant a good run temperature once we started. Our wave was open to get into the corrals so we immediately walked to the start, used the bathroom at the biggest lineup of porta potties I’ve ever seen, got rid of some of the extra clothes we were wearing, and got into our corral. Before we knew it the gun sounded for our wave and we were off.

The first mile was a chaotic scene of trying to find enough space to run without hitting those around you. It was still raining a bit and the splashy thuds of the hundreds of footsteps of those around me made it seem like we were all running in cadence together. Within 1.5 miles I was completely warmed up and took off my final extra layer, a long sleeve tee, and tossed it to a bag at the side of the road that was being used to collect discarded clothing. The space around us began to open a little and thought, I’m really doing this!

The first 6 miles of the Boston Marathon are advertised as downhill but that’s not completely accurate; there are a few uphill sections, but it is definitely net downhill. Alicia and I had been instructed by our coach to treat Boston as a long training run because we have an Ironman triathlon coming up soon. We were to just find a comfortable pace we could hold and enjoy the experience. Without any discussion we settled into a pace that we did more or less hold the entire race. I have to admit I loved never once looking at the mile splits on my watch and just being able to run and take it all in.

Everyone says that the spectators at the Boston Marathon are the best; but you really have no idea how true that is until you experience it for yourself. Spectators lined the entire 26 miles- holding signs, blasting music, cheering for everyone, calling out names, and looking so happy despite the fact that it was a pretty miserable day to just stand around (50° and rainy). I was never bored and the towns and miles flew by.

Alicia somehow managed to get these videos without slowing down!

About halfway through I heard a low roar in the distance. I commented to Alicia about it, wondering what that sound was. She said- that’s the Wellesley Scream Tunnel! Sure enough, it was just as deafening as everyone said it would be and we had a great time slapping hands and each kissing a couple girls.

All too soon we were at mile 17, the start of the much talked about Newton hills. The crowds there were amazing; their cheers pushing everyone up to the crest of each hill. We got up the hills without issue, probably because it was a cool day, we were not racing, and we had done some crazy hill training leading up to Boston on hills that made the Newton hills seem flat. I actually think the hills were a good distraction during the miles of a marathon that can often just have you over it all. It’s a goal to focus on accomplishing in the middle of the race. I reached the top of Heartbreak Hill and someone next to me said- it’s all downhill from here. I smiled excited with how close I was getting to the finish line.

It’s not exactly all downhill from there, but definitely net downhill again. Around mile 23 I hit the ‘I’m over this’ part of the run. I still felt fine, I was just sick of running. Alicia and I also separated for the first time around this point. The course was getting chaotic again with some people slowing down and others speeding up while the road narrowed to accommodate the spectators. For the first time I looked at my watch to see when I would be at the next mile. Then I saw a sign ahead announcing that the course was finally about to enter Boston.

The crowds became dense and the noise deafening and I forgot all about how over running I was and just took it all in. I soon came to the part of the course that every Boston Marathoner dreams about- right onto Hereford and left onto Boylston. It was the most amazing experience that I’ve ever had in a race! The crowds were massive; all screaming and cheering and applauding us runners to the finish line. It was such an emotional moment and I could not stop smiling. I ran across the finish line with a huge smile on my face, hands pumping the air. Alicia was there waiting for me and we gave each other a huge hug so happy with what we had just accomplished.

I later found out that my finish time had actually qualified me for next year’s Boston Marathon. This had never been a thought in my mind, but kind of cool that it happened. Not sure if I’ll be back next year but I definitely plan on running the Boston Marathon again sometime. It’s exactly what everyone said it would be- the best race experience with the best spectators of any race out there. So fun!

I ran the Marathon du Médoc- the world’s craziest (and most fun) marathon

I heard the singing behind me getting louder and louder. Suddenly a man, singing loudly in French, squeezed between my friend and me. We laughed when we realized he was wearing nothing but a wig and thong along with his running shoes. I moved over to give him more room, but quickly jumped back over as I realized that I was about to get run over by a large number of people dressed as chickens pushing a giant chicken float. And this was just the first kilometer! Welcome to the Marathon du Medoc, I thought as I smiled and picked up my pace.

My friend Amy and I for years would joke that the Marathon du Médoc was the only marathon we’d ever run. It’s 26.2 miles through the vineyards of Bordeaux, France featuring 23 stops for wine tasting and food like oysters, steak, and ice cream. Oh, and all this has to be done in a costume based on the year’s theme. I mean, if you’re going to run a marathon this should be the one, right?!! Then last year the joking became serious; let’s do it! we said to each other.

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Ironman 70.3 Traverse City race review and why you too should do a relay

Guys! Traverse City is going to host a half Ironman next year! Who’s going to sign up?

That’s the text message that started it all over a year ago. Nicole, my trainer, had just found out that Traverse City, Michigan would be hosting an Ironman 70.3 in 2019 and wanted a bunch of us who train with her to sign up. But most of us, having never completed a half Ironman before, weren’t too quick to jump on that and, as it was Traverse City’s inaugural Ironman, the race sold out very fast. Nicole was in, we were out.

Fast forward to June 2019 and we received another text from Nicole:

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a little dirt never hurt: a mud run for kids

It was early morning and the day was already warm.  I walked around the empty field, enjoying the stillness of the morning, yet nervous because everything had to be perfect.  I looked down and breathed a sigh of relief because of what I saw in front of me.  Soupy, wet, thick mud.  Perfect!

It all started when I convinced a bunch of my friends that we should sign up together for a mud run.  A mud run, in case you don’t know, is a race involving obstacles and, of course, mud!  These are extremely popular events right now!  In just 2 years these events have gone from 41,000 participants to 1.5 million! Most events are for adults only or have a kid version of the event before the actual event, but I realized there are virtually no for kid only mud runs.  And who loves mud and obstacles more than kids?  I decided to change that and create a kid’s mud run! Continue reading “a little dirt never hurt: a mud run for kids”

my rock ‘n’ roll half marathon recap

This past weekend I raced in the half marathon that I had been training for since January 1st!  It was a great time!

Training went well.  I was worried about running in the winter but the weather cooperated for the most part.  There was only one day that I had to do my long run inside on a treadmill because there was no way I was going to run when it was in the single digits outside!  Other than that I, surprisingly, enjoyed getting outside and running in the winter!  I ran in snow, fog, dark (by accident!), with friends, alone, and always with music to push me through.  So, by last week I really felt prepared for the race. Continue reading “my rock ‘n’ roll half marathon recap”

exercise, diet, and the holidays…lets be realistic

The other day I saw an article about ways to avoid eating at a holiday party.  One suggestion was to eat before you go to the party.  Please!  If I do that then I will just eat two meals.  I mean who wants to avoid eating during this time of year.  Part of the fun this time of year is getting together with others and getting together usually involves food, drink, and staying up late.  None of these help diet or your athletic life at all.  Continue reading “exercise, diet, and the holidays…lets be realistic”

addicted to triathlon

I think I am addicted to triathlon!  I just completed two triathlons over the past two weekends and I’m ready for more!  And I want to recruit any and everyone to do them with me.  You too!

Last weekend we had to bring my son up to camp in the Adirondacks and, while I was looking for a place to stay, I stumbled across the Piseco Lake Triathlon.   It was nearby and I thought, why not, and signed up 4 days before the race.  I’m so glad I did because it was a fun laid back race!   The morning was gorgeous, cool and sunny with fog in the valleys.  We all started together in the lake; there were no heats.  It was a quick start, a couple of announcements and suddenly it was time to swim.   Continue reading “addicted to triathlon”

unlikely training partners

I realized the other day that I am just a few weeks away from my first triathlon of the year; time to really ramp up the training!  It’s been such a busy year that I am feeling extremely unprepared right now and, despite my dreams to become a professional triathlete (I talked about it here), USAT has not come calling, so no professional trainer, no nutritionist, no masseuse, no sponsorship, no cleaning service, no full time cook, no nanny…(sorry, got carried away in my daydream!).  Anyway, it’s all up to me to squeeze in training and workouts; something which is difficult with kids and a job.  You need to be creative. Continue reading “unlikely training partners”

why we race

I’ve noticed something in the past few years about many of my friends and acquaintances that are around the same age as me.  We have all suddenly developed a desire to compete in some type of physical activity that requires training!  Marathons and half marathons, triathlon, mud runs, bicycle road races, Masters swim meets, even a first 5K; you name it, my friends are training for it.  What is it about this stage in life (mid 30s-40s) that suddenly makes a person have a strong desire to compete in a race that, just a few years ago, was not even a blip on their radar? Continue reading “why we race”