

I did it. I DID IT !! Am I gloating? Yep. Did I mention, I did it ?!!
Ok, enough of that, now here is the day as it unfolded...but first let me back up a little to the night before...

I was in the hotel room and opted out of the all-you-can-eat-carbo-loading-pasta-parfait and ordered room service and watched the Tour de France instead. It was a good night - I was organized and ready to go...race numbers were on my bike and helmet and I had copious amounts of gels and bars all organized into pre-race / bike / run order. Details baby, it's all in the details. So I felt good and ready to go, although I'll be honest, I really didn't know what to expect - how can you know when you've never gone 113.9km all in one go, right? Right, so that's why you do these things - to challenge yourself and to see what new levels you can reach. I love sport and exercise because no matter what level you are at at any given point, you can always get better. If you are too busy with life and you become slightly less fit, well, you can only get better. If you're super fit and feeling great, most likely you enter a race only to be spurred on to go faster next time. It's a win win situation. Yes, there are those days where you feel like crap, but hey, if you feel like crap, it can ONLY get better, right ?!!!

ok, where was I...
So race morning I woke up and shoveled some hot oatmeal into my body. I don't normally eat anything on race morning but I figured this morning I would need a few extra calories :) I filled all my water bottles with the prescribed amounts of maltodextrin and salts that Brent told me to, and I got in my car and headed over the Burrard Street Bridge to the race site.
For the past two years I have not felt nervous before a race. Now I am not sure if this is a good thing. If you are not nervous you don't have that extra adrenaline that seems to push your personal limits, however, for a race such as this, I wasn't too concerned. My goal for this race included finishing and that was about it, so there really wasn't a lot of pressure.

I set up my transition, headed out for a warmup run with Heather and then put on my wetsuit and headed out to the beach. The race took place on beautiful Jericho Beach in Vancouver and I was worried that the water would be cold.


It turned out the water wasn't cold at all and my swim got off to a great start !!! I settled into a good steady pace and focused on my catch. I came out of the water for the second loop and felt relaxed but on task...

It was a two loop swim for a total of 1.9k and then it was onto the 92 km bike !!! Yeaaaaaay !! Side note: 92 km is the longest I have ever biked, ever at one time. EVER. Soooooooo, nice and steady was the mantra going through my head. It was a four lap bike course with one climb per loop, but truly, I didn't find it that bad at all and I just made sure to eat and drink and the further I went, the better I felt !!

Into T2, and for the first time in my life, I put socks on and tied my shoe laces !! Grabbed my trusty gum that I like to chew while running and headed out. About A MINUTE into the run, I look up and see none other than NICK !!! He rode his bike over from home to the course and there he is, in front of me !!!! The only problem was that at that time, I was seriously doubting being able to run a half marathon. I had a moment where tears were starting to come to my eyes and I imagined myself breaking down sobbing and crying to Nick that 'I just couldn't do it' !!!!!!! Five steps closer to him and I found myself muttering a barely audible "hi" and that was it. I was past him and I didn't look back. It was one of those moments similar to when a child hurts themselves, then takes a look at a parent, and instantly starts bawling. But if they don't see their parent, they just suck it up. I'm not sure why I sucked it up, but I am glad I did.
It was slow going at the beginning and I just kept putting one foot in front of the other. That was all I could do. Then the mind games began...the good mind games. I want to run this whole thing without stopping. That's a good goal I thought. The first loop went well but I still couldn't help thinking I had to do that whole loop all over again. Ok, next mind game was turnover. Turnover, turnover, turnover, turnover...it was good, I just kept getting faster and faster and feeling better and better the longer I went.

By the time I passed Nick for the last time, I had 4km left to go. One km at a time and with three km left to go I decided I felt really, really good and was able to pick it up quite a bit. I was thinking the whole thing would take me 6 1/2 hours and was happy when I crossed the line in 5:47 !! It's not super fast, but it was a great experience and one that I will work on for next season. I remember thinking when I finished how freaking hard a full Ironman would be...but one day, that will be a post on this blog !!!
~ all photos courtesy of SIPhotography