As many of you know, I turned up to Ironman Australia in Port Macquarie on Sunday, May 6, and by some miracle, swam, rode and ran my way into first place in the women's 40-44 age group. And, in doing so, earned my entry into the Ironman World Championships in Kona in October. It still staggers me writing the words. I don't really want this race report to be an endless diatribe of "Oh my God, I still can't believe it" and "Wow, I never expected this to happen" - even though that's exactly how I feel and they are the words I still repeat to myself several times a day even now, more than a week after the race! So this race report will be as much of an analysis of the race for myself, in an attempt to make some sense of exactly how it panned out and how I came to win the long and brutal race that is Ironman.
The Lead Up
I had originally planned to enter Ironman Cairns, to be held in June, 2018. Unfortunately the event completely sold out before I found the money to enter... #fourkidsareexpensive. Despite writing a desperate email to Ironman, begging for them to add just one extra bike rack with my name on it, they remained adamant the event was sold out and there was no hope for a last minute entry. I was devastated. But triathlon has taught me nothing if not the fact that you can only control the controllable - I told myself that everything happens for a reason and kept hoping that destiny would run its course and present me with some other opportunity.
On April 22, I completed the O'Keefe marathon in Bendigo, Victoria. I had a surprisingly enjoyable run and as I crossed the line, my (long suffering and endlessly supportive!) husband Richard held up his phone to me, saying, "We can still get you into Port Mac! And I've even found us accommodation!" A quick message to Coach Naomi begging for her approval to enter an Ironman two weeks before the event - and I was in!
I should point out here that it wasn't as though I was entering this event with no endurance training whatsoever under my belt. I had completed a 10km ocean swim in December, with weekly swim sessions of over 4km at a time since then. I had ridden long rides of 3 and 4 hours to parkrun for speed run sessions, and of course, I had just run a marathon in just under 3 hours and 50 minutes. In theory, there was no reason I couldn't complete an Ironman in the 17 hour time period allowed - but then, it's Ironman....and as we all know, anything can happen in an Ironman!
My two weeks of training in between the marathon and Ironman consisted of a few short runs, a 1:45 tempo run and a 5 hour ride. I only got to 102km on my ride, but the elevation is fairly gruesome in the hills where I live, so I hoped it had put enough grunt in my legs to get me through the bike leg of the race.
Before the Race
Because I have an amazing set of parents who humour me in this sport and were prepared to stay with our kids for a few days, Richard and I were able to head up to Port Macquarie on our own. Don't get me wrong, I love my kids and I love bringing them to watch me race - unfortunately they don't share my enthusiasm for the long slog that is Ironman. The first (and only other!) time I had done this race, it poured rain for about 8 hours and my poor husband had to drag them around the Ironman course whingeing and moaning in the driving rain.
It was an experience none of us wanted to repeat, and it was a relief to only have to concentrate on the race for the weekend. We had a ball - going out for dinner, shopping at the expo and eating, sleeping and breathing nothing but Ironman (okay maybe it was more enjoyable for me than for Richard, but in any case he certainly didn't complain!). Naomi and I caught up at parkrun on Saturday morning and we checked our bikes in together on Saturday afternoon. The weather was spectacular and we were both excited and nervous about what the next day would hold.
I have been somehow blessed with the ability to sleep anywhere, at any time, and so I had no trouble getting a great sleep the night before the race. I woke up refreshed and cautiously optimistic. I believed I could finish this race - it was only a matter of how long it would take. My first time at this event was in 2016, when I finished in 12:30. At the time I was rapt, especially when I took into account the horrendous weather and the fact that I was carrying a knee injury, resulting in a long and painful marathon which took 4 hours and 40 minutes to complete. During the run leg of that event, I had decided (stupidly) to consume four plastic cups of Allens Party Mix within the first 4km - after thriving on a sugar-free diet for the previous six months. Unsurprisingly, my tummy hadn't coped well with the deluge of glucose and repaid me with a dozen portaloo stops along the way! I learned an unpleasant but important lesson that day - and I wasn't going to let it happen again.
As I my stomach flip-flopped its way through the morning, I made three simple race goals for my second crack at Ironman Australia:
Plan A - aim for a sub-12 hour finish
Plan B - beat my time of 12:30 by at least something, no matter how small
Plan C - finish this race feeling strong and happy somewhere under 17 hours, without completely humiliating myself by blowing up and failing to finish at all.
We picked Naomi up on the way to the race start. We both headed straight into the transition area to stock our bike boxes with all the ooey, gooey, chewy and sickly sweet things we'd be consuming for the next several hours. I had my usual homemade Bircher muesli breakfast and made the obligatory last minute nervous toilet trip as we waited for the sun to rise and our massive day to begin. It was going to be a beautiful day but it was a chilly morning and my teeth were chattering so hard with cold and sheer terror that I thought I might bite my tongue! At last it was 7am and time to head to the swim start. I said goodbye to Richard and looked forward to seeing him wherever he managed to find a good spectating spot on the bike course. The swim was a rolling start, so that swimmers self-seeded themselves into expected swim times and then entered the water in a very civilised fashion about ten seconds apart. It's my favourite way to start a race as there is no starter gun and it is way less stressful than running into the water as a frenzied group. Naomi and I had agreed to start in Zone 1 - the fastest zone - for swimmers expecting to take less than 1 hour. My theory is always that the sooner I start, the sooner I'll finish this thing. I can't think of anything more stressful than standing around watching everyone else get underway - so it was in with the big fish for us! I popped my usual Revvies caffeine strip as I stood in the corral with the other few hundred terrified but excited age groupers who were ready to see what they were made of in this toughest test of endurance.
The swim -: 3.8km
The last time I did this event, I really held back on the swim, worried about expending too much energy and burning out on the bike. This time I was hungry for a faster time - and from the time I was tapped on the shoulder by the starter marshall and sent into the water, I went in hard and strong. It was a beautiful swim - the water was calm and surprisingly deep (I had been worried we'd be swimming among the reeds given it was low tide). There is also the iconic climb up and over the concrete weir on the out and back trip to break up the swim. The volunteers and spectators cheered us as we came out of the water, ran across the weir and back down the stairs into the water. I found lots of feet to stick to and be towed along by, and apart from some savage wetsuit chafe on my neck which despite three layers of my favourite anti-chafe cream, began to bite almost as soon as I started swimming, I could almost hear the sound of neoprene tearing off skin every time I turned my head. As always, it's mind over matter when I comes to discomfort and I knew no one had ever died of a chafed neck - there was nothing for it but to just keep on swimming. I really had a great time out there. The sun was shining in a cloudless sky and I found myself appreciating how lucky I was to feel so strong and healthy with all these other athletes on such a huge occasion. I thought I'd done a super time but as I ran out of the water and checked my watch, I felt a bit deflated as it appeared I'd done almost the exact time as in my last Ironman. It later turned out that I had beaten my previous time by more than a minute, so in actual fact my day was off to a great start!
Result: 1:02:02 (3rd in age group)
The Bike -: 180km
Heading into T1, I grabbed my bike gear bag and headed to the transition tent, where the always-lovely volunteers helped me rip off my wetsuit and prepare me for the bike ride ahead. They even unravel your socks and put them on your feet for goodness' sake - these people are amazing! A couple of minutes later I grabbed my bike off the rack and headed to the mount line. I had a little whoopsie at the mount line where I slipped on the road in my bike shoes and nearly went down - there was a "whoa" from the crowd, a bigger "whoaaa" from me and then a little cheer from the crowd as I managed to save myself and somehow get safely onto the bike. Anyone watching that little bit of bikemanship would never have believed the result that was to come...hahaha.
The ride is a two lap course over rolling hills, long straight stretches and savage climbs on notoriously rough roads.
My first lap of the course was nothing but fun and I loved being out there - the sea views were spectacular, the sun was shining and the crowd was amazing. The residents of the smaller towns along the route turned out in force - there was music, horn-blowing and even some hilarious guys dressed up, one as the Pope and the other as Woody from Toy Story who waved and sang as we went past. My simple nutrition plan - two sips of electrolyte every twenty minutes, a gel every hour, three energy bars to be be eaten somewhere along the way and water to drink whenever I felt like it - worked well and even though I was constantly being overtaken by other riders, I felt strong and happy. I even had a giggle at the unexpected sight of a paddock full of monstrous, fat camels as I crested the hill at the Golf Club heading back into town for the first time.
And then suddenly I arrived at Matthew Flinders Drive in all its dizzying, frightening glory. Matthew Flinders Drive - what can I say??? It is legendary among Australian triathletes as one of the toughest hills on an Ironman course - and you have to do it twice! It's only a short hill - but man, it is steep. And it takes no prisoners. The road is lined with enthusiastic supporters and a carpet strip along the edge for those who find it less traumatic to walk their bike up it than ride it. I was absolutely blessed to have two good friends from my beloved Eltham Tri Club, Tarryn and Liss, cheering me up that wretched hill on the first lap - they made me smile and gave me the boost I needed to get up and over it. You simply cannot be disappointed in your body and all its flaws when it proves it has the strength to deliver you to the top of that monster!
Back into town and the turnaround point - I was very happy to still be feeling good as I checked my watch and saw I'd finished the first lap in in 3:15. I was still on track to beat my 6:36 ride of 2016 - just as long as I didn't let the second lap destroy me...
I made it to exactly 102km (the length of my longest training ride the week before) before I wanted to get off my bike and throw it in the bushes. I'm not going to lie - I cried tears of frustration as I was overtaken relentlessly by other athletes hour after hour after hour. The problem with being a strong swimmer is that when the faster cyclists make their way out of the water, they overtake me as if I am standing still. I'm generally a positive kind of person, but I do have to consciously steel myself against the feelings of hopelessness that threaten to overcome me in every triathlon I do! (Naomi caught me at about the 80km point on her way to a cracking sub-6 hour ride. I love her - but as she overtook me easily on that endless ride, I might have actually hated her a little bit too...sorry Naomi xx) At the same time as I almost lost my mind with the frustration of it all, I realised I was running out of water. I desperately needed an aid station - and I nearly broke out in fresh tears as I passed not one but TWO aid stations on the