I have some friends who are training for an Ironman this year. They have been doing triathlons for a few years now. In fact my friend Shelley and I did our first triathlon together, The Beneroya, Seafair.com in 2000. Her husband Mitch is an awesome cyclist and is a race director for Cascade.org
We have done a lot of cycling and running together. Mitch and Shelley have done lots of half-marathons, but this year they went to watch the Ironman up in Penticton, Canada, ironman.ca They signed up and started training.
One of the milestones in their training was to run a marathon. They just got back from Carlsbad, California. Here is the report:
We just got home from a long day of slooow walking, cursing airport ramps, and flopping in & out of my car. The quads have rebelled.
But I am getting ahead of myself………
We arrived in San Diego with the sun on our backs and the ocean breeze in our hair. After a little mess up with our hotel (nobody told us the whole thing would be under renovations), we lucked out and scored a sweet deal at the swank “Grand Pacific Palisades Resort”… Yes, I do mean resort. It’s a wonder what a little internet and a friendly phone call can do for you in a jam. The fabulous pool overlooked the ocean with gas fire pits and an super hot tub. Our room was gorgeous and overlooked LEGOLAND. Too fun!
Race morning was easy, with presidential parking right near the start line… (and PLENTY of honey buckets to go around.) The sun was just coming up as the gun went off, and was rising just as we hit the South Pacific Highway which stretches along the ocean. It was a beautiful race. From mile 4-5 we were accompanied by a pod of dolphins swimming along the course. It was a PERFECT day for running. Sunny, mild cool breeze, and about 65 degrees. I even got tan lines on my legs. We were sailing right along…. feeling REEEEALLY good… We think we hit our usual 1/2 marathon time of 2:03ish at the split. So, things were going well oh, until about mile 17… that’s when Mitch started to notice cramps… little nagging ones… but there none the less. I still felt great, trucking along. According to the split times we were averaging about 9-10 minute miles right through mile 20 (including walking thru stops to hydrate, one pee stop, and 2 vaseline stops.) Then came mile 21. I sort of picture it like this… you’re driving down the freeway, noticing the beautiful scenery, excited to get to your destination. Everyone is fed and watered, nobody has to pee…the tunes are playing in the background ~ when, out of nowhere - a deer jumps from the bushes and BAM! your car slams straight into it. Yes, this was the experience. Mitch’s cramps got worse - shut him down at times, and my legs got really, reeeeally tired. Hello Hip Flexors! It was mile-marker to mile-marker after that.
We slowed right down. We crossed at a whopping 4hours and 48minutes. No land speed records, but proud and still standing. We ate ripple chips like they were going out of style! Yummmmmm! Salt!
We revelled in our medals at the finish line… checking out the accomplishments all around. 26.2 miles -in-a-row. One girl was literally sitting on a pile of ice. It looked sooooooo comfy!! We really wanted to lie in the grass and stretch but it was all fenced off. So we decided to pack it in and head back to the swank hotel. We took a loooooooong nap that afternoon and booked a delicious massage in the evening. Terry-the-massage-person was no ‘Shelley Would’ (my friend and the BEST massage therapist ever), but she did the trick. Then, we slept. And slept. And slept. Surprisingly, today I don’t feel wiped out ~ just revolting quads. Really, violently, painfully revolting quads. Terry -the massage person -said she was surprised that she couldn’t find any knots in my muscles. I was happy to hear this. But it didn’t help the pain. Even though she didn’t feel them, there were hot burning coals in the belly of every leg muscle. The plane ride home was cramped. I’m walking like a person with peg-legs. Damn those ramps at the airport! And, seriously, Who designed toilet seats SO CLOSE TO THE GROUND??? Thank goodness for the “family/assisted” stalls with the bars to lower myself down because those last 2 inches would be a free fall. But other than a raw little toe, I hope I won’t have any lasting ills… (well, the jury is still out on the knee pain - but I’m thinking it will work itself out in the wash.).
Except of course, that Mitch has already contracted the dreaded ‘Marathon Amnesia’. Clearly his cramping wasn’t as bad or as searing into his memory as he claims. He just said…..”This is warped, but I want to do another one!” Yes, sick indeed.
Way to go Mitch and Shelley…One step closer to Ironman. sdmarathon.com