My ironman story is more about the journey than the race itself, but I knew it was going to be that way when I started training seven months ago. I just never could have imagined the incredible series of events that would transpire once I put my plan into motion. It seems the longer and harder the race, the more amazing the serendipities that unfold along the way.
Just a couple months into my training, my boss asked me to manage the company’s sponsorship of the first person from India to qualify and race in the Race Across America (RAAM). I eagerly took up the challenge and was quickly introduced to Samim Rizvi, India’s #1 endurance athlete and professional cyclist. We quickly became friends, and in short order I found myself on a training ride with Samim, riding 50 miles near the town of Mysore, India in the middle of the night, our crew van following closely behind us as we dodged motorcycles, cows and pedestrians while negotiating India’s giant speed bumps.
The next thing I knew I was asked to join the crew for RAAM and support Samim in his bid to be the first Indian to complete the famously difficult race. I joined the rest of the rookie crew in Oceanside, CA just three weeks before my own ironman race and found myself driving 20 mph across the United States in a van, following a deeply committed athlete from India on his bike. That sort of shot the end of my ironman training in the ass, but Samim would eventually contract pneumonia and pull out of RAAM in Durango, Colorado. I flew home just three days before leaving for Couer d’Alene.
I had several friends doing CDA with me, but unlike ultramarathons, ironman is a very solitary endeavor. You do most of the training alone and you’re pretty much alone the entire race. So finding some familiar faces in Couer d’Alene made the pre-race jitters a little easier to deal with as we all did our best to figure out what to do with the five gear bags we were given, get mentally prepared for a very cold swim and a very hot run, and try to get some rest before the big day. By this time I had convinced myself I was well-prepared, despite my erratic training schedule, traveling overseas 60% of my time, and crewing for RAAM when I should have been putting in my longest miles.
There is nothing in the pool that can prepare you for a mass swim start with 2,600 highly trained athletes. It was my first mass start and I had toyed with numerous strategies. Start a full 10 minutes after everyone—but I would probably get lapped on the second loop. Beat anyone senseless who even touches me—but there are bigger guys than me out there. I decided to start way to the right of the buoys at the far end of the beach. Nice idea except that it seemed half the field had adopted the same strategy. An ironman swim is not for the timid swimmer. I had my goggles kicked off once, and as I tried to maneuver through a sea of wetsuits, I kept noticing someone’s arm was coming far too close to me. Then I realized it was my own arm! If I were swimming alone, I think I may have managed 1:20 on the swim, but I emerged in 1:31 and told myself to just get on with it. I had lost only 10 minutes.
I made my way to T1 where a young boy quickly found bag #1648 and sent me to the changing tent. Having taken the plunge a month earlier and shaved my legs as smooth as a baby’s bottom, I slipped out of my wetsuit with ease and fumbled through my transition bag as if I were inspecting the content for the first time. By the time I had scampered out of the transition area with my bike, eight full minutes had gone by. I had planned on five minutes.
I had planned to drive the bike course the day before with my friends but we all ran out of time so I wasn’t sure what to expect on the course. The first 40 miles went quite well. I was comfortable, riding with ease and well ahead of plan. Then it started to warm up. I knew the forecast called for 80 degree temps, but somehow I thought I could manage it on the bike. By the time I started the second loop, I could feel all my energy being drained by the heat and there was nothing I could do about it.
Five hours into my race, I told myself I needed to abandon my 11:59 goal time and just try to finish. It took me at least an hour more on the bike to process the fact that it was going to be a much longer day than I had planned. I always knew I could finish, but after everything I had been through to get to this point, somehow just finishing didn’t seem good enough. I’m glad sound judgment prevailed on this day. I thought about my family who knew I had gone to the hospital before from a severe bonk. I thought about my youngest sister Julie who suffers from MS. I thought about the many people who were supporting me through my fund-raising drive for the National MS Society. I had to finish.
By the time I reached T2 I was a mess, completely wiped out from the heat and ready to be finished. I wasn’t even sure how long the bike had taken me but it didn’t really matter anymore. Someone grabbed my bike for me and I headed to the transition area to get my run bag, having no idea how I was ever going to run a marathon. Eight minutes later, I stepped out of the changing tent and decided to just start walking.
I walked the entire first mile past all the spectators and thought this just sucks. I was actually calculating how long it would take me if I walked the entire marathon. I had never even thought about that before and here I was trying to figure out what it would take just to make the cutoff. Wow, what a humbling thought. Before I reached the first turnaround, I decided to just take it easy and enjoy the rest of the day. It’s a nice thought, except that by this time I had already been on the course for over 10 hours and now I was seriously tired. I managed the first half of the run in exactly three hours and told myself if I could run a negative split, I would finish in under 15 hours. Instantly, that was my new goal. 15:01 sounds about an hour longer than 14:59.
Heading out for the turnaround on the second loop, the sun was setting. That meant it was finally beginning to cool down. At the final turnaround, I finally felt like I could run again, and it felt great to have something left in the tank after nearly 14 hours.
There isn’t anything in racing quite like an Ironman finish. Making the last turn, I could see the finish line for about a half mile. The streets were lined with people screaming, “you are an Ironman!” The last 200 yards through the grandstands and finish chute is something I’ll never forget. The grandstands were packed with people screaming my name, waving, reaching out to give me a high five. It’s pretty special. I finished in 14:56 and felt great crossing the finish. My time was nowhere near what I had hoped, but the time didn’t even matter anymore.
Completing an ironman was a lifetime goal for me, not like any other event I have ever done. It was my Everest, and I had dreamed about doing one for at least 20 years. Now that I’ve done it, I know I’m capable of performing much better next time, so I’m sure I’ll do another one. I don’t think I’ll be signing up for my next one right away. There are just so many other events I want to do and I’ll still be traveling a lot over the next year. There’s also something in me that tells me I can go even farther than an ironman and I know I will probably push that boundary. I think most people can go about twice as far as they think they can.
I’m very grateful for all the support I received from so many people who supported my fund-raising drive for the National MS Society. I try to pick one race a year to support a good cause. This year, I raised over $13,000 through my ironman race, bringing my total to over $22,000 since I started this drive a year ago. I know it gives my sister some comfort to know I’m doing this in her honor, and I’ve been deeply touched by the many stories I hear from donors who have told me about their own battle with MS or about people in their lives affected by MS. I feel blessed to have my health just to have the opportunity to take on the ironman challenge but at the end of the day, an ironman is just a race. I hope I’m making a small difference through my effort for those who suffer the most.