Being honest with you, when I was running the last leg of the event, I was thinking that I was nuts and had overstepped my limits. Then I'd go back to the Ironman mantra of "one foot in front of the other"... and the miles would pass.
I was proud of my healthy finish. I went out to dinner with family and when I woke up the next morning, I was slightly sore just like I'd had a good workout. I took that as a great sign that I'd stuck to my goal of finishing healthy and strong. During the week that followed, I was back in the gym and back out on the road. I rode my bike, ran, and did some weight work.
That Friday, I decided to run the Lauren's Hope 5k on Saturday. I felt great, it supported a great cause and it just seemed like a great idea. At the race I bumped into friends who were running at a 10 mile per minute pace. I decided to try to keep up with them and see what was possible. My average is normally around 11 minute miles and I'd done around 14 minute miles at the 1/2 Ironman.
The race started and I was keeping up with my friends fine. My sides got a little stitch in them but I loosened up, got some deep breaths and kept running. About a mile into the race, there was a downhill section and my friends were not taking advantage of gravity to the extent that I wanted to. I decided to temporarily leave them behind, figuring that they'd catch up with me on the next uphill. I kept pushing and the hurt was nothing like the run in Augusta. I knew I was pushing harder than I had before and it felt good. I ran strong on the uphills and didn't see my friends again until after the finish.
As I was running toward the finish, I saw the clock was just past 29 minutes! If I kicked it in, I could finish sub-30 minutes which would be a first! I sprinted for all I was worth and crossed the line in 29:30, which is a 9:30 per minute mile pace. INCREDIBLE. I didn't only set a personal best but I smashed my prior times.
This past weekend I raced the Hickory Knob Sprint Triathlon. It was a wonderful race, as I was racing with my daughter Emily. The water was cold and I had no wetsuit. There was a cold mist for much of the morning and the temps were in the 40's. My swim was pretty slow but respectable. I flew on the bike! I was riding my trusty mountain bike with slicks and averaged 16.9 miles per hour, which is cranking. I probably passed 40 people and got passed by 10. It was a blast.

When I transitioned to the run I decided to run like I had at the Lauren's Hope Run. I tried to set a quick pace and keep it up throughout the run course. It was a MUCH stronger performance than I did at Hickory Knob last year and I finished the race in a total of 1:26. When results were posted, I looked and saw that I had actually placed 3rd in my division, Master Clydesdales! Unbelievable!!!
I've said for quite awhile that the only way I'd ever place was when I am 75 and still racing and just outlast everyone else. I attribute the 3rd place at Hickory Knob and the 9:30 pace in the 5k as direct results of the training for Ironman Augusta 70.3 and a change of psychology that's happened from the race.
As for not doing anymore Ironman events... it only took a day or two to realize that the stretch that comes from these events is exactly why I chose the challenge. I've signed up for the Half Ironman Florida in May 2010 and put my name in for the Kona 2010 Lottery.
If you've thought about these events but not sure if you're up for them, sign up... train... and enjoy the fruits of your labor!
See you at the races :-)

We left to head to our hotel and stopped at Target to get some yellow t-shirts for Emily and my Father-in-Law and Mother-in-Law who were coming to volunteer the race. Emily is an amazing artist, so I figured with some t-shirts and Sharpies, she could design her own t-shirt. That seemed to lift her spirits and we picked up the supplies at Target, along with some CranGrape juice, Trail Mix, and water. We headed back to our hotel, which was about 12 miles from the race venue and Emily started drawing. Here's a picture of the shirt she designed and my original.








