Ironman Canada 2011 Race Report

For those of you who prefer movies over books (or perhaps both), i first offer the following video race report.  Click the play icon to jump in.  A high-def version is also available via my Facebook page.



For more technical details, please read on.

Ironman Florida 2008 was meant to be my one and only full IM, so why did i sign up for a second?  The time and energy demands would be large, the unpredictable mix of suffering and joy would surely test my will, and the idea of training for one year for a single race, well, OK, i apparently like it.  So, once friends decided to sign up for some big 2011 races, i felt like this was the year, if ever.

Without a doubt, this season has been the closest i've experienced to training and racing with a team since college cross country and it was a blast.  Huge thanks to Jodi, the Fab 5, the IMC crew, and all the other training buddies who have pushed me forward this year.

After putting in a solid winter of base training, getting stronger through the Spring, sharpening skills during the final few months in races like 70.3 Kansas and the Omaha Tri, suddenly it was time to pack and make the drive to Penticton.

So, enough about how i arrived at the starting line.  Let's get to what went down on race day.

Thanks to a modified version of Jodi's checklist, i was organized and we were ready to make the dark walk from the B&B to the transition area on time.  Found our way in, got body marked, added last minute contents to our gear bags, and headed to our bikes.  Pumped tires, computer on and reset, 9 gels taped to frame, drinks caged, check.  Found a short line for Porto-ps then waited briefly before donning our wetsuits.  Morning clothes dropped off, headed to beach.  Once my toes hit that sand, the impending reality of the day hit and i felt ready for the challenge.

A volunteer hustled by carrying a bewildered duck that was waddling around the crowded transition area and set it afloat near the starting line. O Canada was sung (twice?) and i soaked it all in: athletes still pouring in to the wide, sandy starting area, now approaching nearly 2,900 making for the largest IM start ever.  Just like Kona, each discipline is one loop, so you couldn't clearly see the end of the swim buoys but you knew they were there.  This day would be a lot about faith.  The cheers from the crowd mixed with blurred words from the announcer mixed with helicopter chatter.  Suddenly, the cannon.  Actually i don't even know if there was a cannon this time, but there was a boom of adrenaline and a roar from the crowd.  54 weeks of training was over.  i was living the dream... again.

As i waded forward, i took one last look down the beach to see the mass of black wetsuits starting to turn the water white with foam.  The duck was out of sight.  Time to join the herd in the migration.  i dove in.

For me, there are two points in a triathlon that are like slipping into a dream: the first few minutes of the swim and the final few steps leading to the finish line.  As the cool water filled my wetsuit, i moved my arms like i had for thousands of laps in the pool, only this pool effectively had no such borders.  Imagine driving on a highway that happened to be a hundred lanes wide but jammed with cars -- a road without lane lines -- in a severe thunderstorm, wearing tight goggles, at dawn, and it is a race.  Thankfully, Jodi's suggestion to take the inside path proved wise and it saved me from any major collisions.  While i rarely felt in a position to either draft or get fully clear of the crowds, i still found my way around the lake for a decent swim.

Running up the beach through the swim finish arch felt good.  Really good.  Right where i wanted to be: out of the water with no damage and in the top third of the field.  After a fist pump to the photographer, i plopped down to get the bottom half of my wetsuit ripped off by volunteers with such force that i felt about to be slingshot-ed by my ankles high over the transition area.  Instead, i shuffled there and grabbed my swim-to-bike bag, dumped it out, grabbed my helmet, shoes, this, that, found my bike and clip-clopped the long jog out to the mount line to start my rolling picnic in the mountains.

Downtown Penticton was soon behind me and Skaha Lake was its usual brilliant blue.  Now at the base of the first mini-climb -- a winding 1KM up McLean Creek Rd. --  i took nothing from the crowded, first aid station and thankfully picked nothing else up on this part of the course, namely: furniture tacks.  i had heard talk of locals tossing these frustrating obstacles here, but had forgotten to keep an eye out.  It wasn't until i started seeing an abnormal amount of flat tires that i realized the sad legend was perhaps true.  As i meandered through Okanagan Falls countryside, i felt bad for those already holding tires above their head, but Osoyoos was calling.

i should take this time to contrast the bad apples with the good.  From my point of view, the town of Penticton fully embraced this event.  We were made to feel quite welcome and the race was center stage.  Add to that the approximately 4,500 volunteers (quite nearly 2 for every competitor) and we were well taken care of.

As i flew south and turned not far from the US-Canada border, my average speed was at 21.4mph, not bad for a runner.  That would change for everyone shortly as we were now at the base of Richter Pass, where the official course description states, "...from this point the course becomes more difficult."  The 11 km climb up dropped my average speed but the burn in my legs was manageable.  i don't mind hills.  Still, the goal was to stay in the saddle and keep the heart rate as low as possible.  At the top of the climb, the crowds were thick and loud in a mini-Tour de France style.  It was hard to not hammer and pass everyone.  Just like that, first climb done.

Now, the descent.  i will amend my earlier statement and say i don't mind climbing hills as i don't have much experience flying down them.  Thankfully a slight headwind kept my top speed to 40mph and my knuckles only became a slight shade of white.  At the bottom my reward was a roller coaster of 7 challenging "rollers" and somewhere in here (around 75 miles) was a little out-and-back where the special needs bags waited.  i spotted Jodi -- who, with her fast swim and transition was now about 5 minutes ahead of me -- and was able to wave and yell an "i love you."  It was also here that i realized it was hot.  It had been in the 90'sF for days and race day would be the hottest of our stay.  We didn't anticipate this but we had trained in the heat and humidity for months, so just needed to throttle our expectations.

One more major climb to go, up to Yellow Lake.  As i spun up this part of the mountain i remember wondering if i would be able to run a marathon after this effort on the bike.  i quickly replaced that fear with the knowledge that all i had to do was make it to about the 93-mile mark and the final 17 or so miles would be a relatively easy descent back to transition, despite the headwind...and the heat.  Normally by this time in a long ride, my back pain is so bad that i am very ready to leave my bike on the side of the road, but i was not going to let it stop me today.  i was actually having a ton of fun.  This gorgeous valley with its vineyards and orchards and bountiful natural beauty was energizing me.  That plus pure adrenaline.  And caffeinated gels.  And PBJ sandwiches.  Yes, i had nailed my nutrition and felt ready to run.  And, whoa, now i liked flying down mountains too.  And i was going to snag my goal of breaking six hours in the saddle.  5:58:51, to be exact, and just about in the top 25% overall.  Still feeling good.

After my last full IM bike i was barely able to feel my feet, so i made an effort this time around to be kinder to them by strategically shifting my weight at times, wiggling my toes often, and hoping for the best.  During that final descent on the bike i realized that the front half of my foot was sound asleep and let me know with stabbing pain that it did not want to wake up.  Still, by T2 i was able to hand my bike off and walk to find my bike-to-run bag without much trouble.  After a quick transition, i was off to tackle the final 26.2 miles.

During a quick out-and-back on Lakeshore, i saw Jodi again.  More smiles and encouragement.  She was now but a couple minutes ahead.  Reaching into my pocket, i took stock of the food left over from the bike.  Not much except for an extra bag of Trader Joe's PB-filled pretzels.  i couldn't stomach eating them, so i licked the salt of off each morsel.  i chased that with some gel and a sports drink and made my way out of town, back to Skaha Lake.

i started doing the math.  Could i possibly PR on such a tough course on such a tough day?  It was really hot now and there would be very little shade on the run.  i settled in to a pace that would get me to a sub-4 marathon and a memorable time.  i tucked the bursts of adrenaline these thoughts gave me into the back of my mind.  Stay steady; keep moving.

As the miles passed by one by one, i could see i was getting closer to Jodi, little by little.  Suddenly, i didn't see her.  Where did she... "David! David! David!" came the yell from a slightly opened porto-P.  This caught me off-guard as Jodi didn't stop for anything.  i jogged a few steps, trying to decide what to do.  i wanted to wait for my wife -- the person who endured, laughed, dreamed, and worked so hard by my side all year long -- but my goal time, my PR, what about that?  She exited the plastic booth like Superwoman and we were back running, but she let me know that the rest of her day wouldn't be easy.  Perhaps her bike nutrition didn't go exactly as planned; she had major bio problems but would do her best.

i knew then we would go the rest of the way together, whatever it might bring, and i was so happy that we had a chance to finish side-by-side.  So, we set off on our romantic run/jog/walk over the final 15 miles.  There were times where i wouldn't have faulted Jodi one bit for calling it quits, but she stayed strong and hung in.  The pain was eased by so many shouts of encouragement from spectators.  Now and then we held hands as we walked, and since we were also wearing matching race gear, it was clear that we were together and loving every moment.  A group of screaming, cowbell clanging supporters would suddenly break into a chorus of "Awwwww," or a volunteer would remark, "Now that is true love."  It was an unexpected blessing.  We forgot all about time goals, and, well, not really.  We were still doing the math.  We walked to an aid station, then picked something in the distance to run to.  We really wanted to break 13 hours despite it all.  We ran a little more, and 12 and 1/2 hours became the goal.  Push.  Push.  Crowds growing larger, louder.  More smiles.  The finish line was near.

When i was young, i had dreams of finishing "Ironman."  Here i was now, moments away from finishing my second, squeezing the hand of my beautiful wife, as she finished her fifth.  There was no reason to fight the tears.  The joy was a river, carrying us home.  "Here comes David Seevers," yelled the announcer.  "And it looks like we also have Jodi Seevers!"  Yes, yes we do.  12 hours, 20 minutes, 6 seconds.  We did it.  Together.

It was an incredible experience for the two of us, but i cannot stress enough how blessed we were by so many of you this year.  You trained with us, encouraged us, left us happy comments on Facebook, made us feel so special and thankful for the amazing people who surround us.  We love you all.

Lincoln Marathon 2010

23 weeks before the Lincoln Marathon i slowly started running, in hopes i could overcome injury and race again.  7 weeks before, i completed my first 20 miler of the year.  3 weeks before, i had a week with 14 Yasso 800s (track repeats) and my third 20+ miler.  The day before, i ran 2 miles and thought that my time spent running was my best in years.  Add to that a solid foundation of swimming, biking, stair climbing, and lifting, things seemed promising.

The morning of the race, i felt good.  i wasn't sick.  i hadn't torn a hamstring during my last workout.  My nutrition prep was good.   i got decent sleep.  What was not to like?  30 minutes before the race was picture time.  My cousins Polly, Matt, Tiff, and Lindsey were all there to enjoy the half-marathon.  What a great moment.  Loved it.  Around 40 of my running co-workers were there too, each getting after their own goals.  And, of course, Jodi was there to run her 13.1 miles.

15 minutes before the race Jodi & i lined up in a comfy spot and relished the almost perfect weather. Removed some extra hats and gloves, National Anthem, kiss, hug, stretch, go.....

For the first time, i used my Garmin (GPS) to help me stick to my goal pace, which was 7:38s.  i thought i would try to run an even pace -- more or less -- in hopes of reaching the finish line in 3 hours 20 minutes.  At least that was my dream goal.   Through 10K i was running 7:39s.  Excellent.  Halfway through at 13.1 i was running 7:45s.  A touch slower, but still within close reach of my goal.  i realized i'd have to pick it up about 5 seconds per mile, so mile 14 was a bit faster than 13, but still only a 7:37.  Mile 15 i let get away from me a little, an 8:31.  Somewhere during mile 16 i was unable to find the faster gear i needed and realized that a 3:20 and a chance at a BQ was fading fast.  Mile 16 split was 9:18.  That was the end of my dream and effectively the end of my day.  i didn't completely roll over at that point, though, as i tried to battle.  My next two miles were 9:00 and 9:05.  i knew i'd finish, but my projected time made me sad.

Jodi was able to hop on her bike right after finishing her half-marathon and flew out to cheer me in.  i am so blessed to have such an amazing wife be my biggest fan, closest training partner, and a true friend.  My final time was officially 3:49:25.  Yes, i am glad to have finished my first marathon in 5 years (not including Ironman).  But i am left with the mystery of how i could train so hard and smart and have almost perfect race conditions and still come up so short.  This will either be the end of my window of opportunity at this distance or it will somehow make me stronger.

For the record, the splits on my Garmin (which were progressively further behind the official mile markers) i am only noting for trending purposes, due to the margin of error.  7:34, 7:33, 7:43, 7:34, 7:43, 7:13, 7:45, 7:41, 7:46, 7:35, 7:43, 7:52, 7:52, 7:37, 8:32, 9:18, 9:00, 9:05, 9:30, 10:10, 10:31, 9:47, 10:18, 10:56, 10:17, 10:49, 3:47.

1 second after crossing the finish line, i was done dealing.  i was able to remain standing, but i had nothing left.  While that meant that i had given everything i had on this particular day, it still left me frustrated that i didn't have more to give.  i got a recovery massage, spent a little time in the medical tent after i had trouble shaking some shivers, hobbled my way to some macaroni and cheese and root beer, and with Jodi's help made it home to start the healing process.

Disappointing personal performance aside, i had a great time.   Again, Jodi is the best.  i love you, hon.  And it was so great to see my cousins and know they were on the course.  And then there were the many victories of my Gallup associates and other friends, not the least of which was Jeff Wilber crushing his PR and qualifying for Boston with style.

4 days after the race, i still was having trouble walking, especially getting up and down curbs.   My quads were especially sore.  8 days after the race, i stopped using the elevators at work.  Now, i ponder my running future and refine my goals... again.    Meanwhile, i'll simply be content with and thankful for the ability and the courage to continue down the trail, wherever it may lead.

Big Sur Trail Half Marathon

A trail race was probably not the best place for my Achilles, but we were signed up and had free tickets to California, so off we went to the Big Sur Trail Half Marathon. The course started near California Highway 1, following Old Coast Road, a dirt farm road that was the original route from Monterey to Big Sur (before construction of Hwy. 1).

The Half Marathon had 2,880 feet of climbing and descending so off we went, mostly awake after a peaceful night's sleep in our yurts at Treebones Resort. The first 2.5 miles included a beautiful redwood grove as we climbed 800 feet to the first aid station. Jodi was in the middle of a cold so she let me run a mile or so on my own during this stretch. i gulped down some water and then served my fellow runners as Jodi caught up. We ran together as we dipped down into a coastal forest and the soothing sounds of the Big Sur River, oak and bay forests lining our path. At 4.5, Jodi smartly opted for a run/walk session as the trail headed up another 1,000 feet along the bluffs high above the Pacific Ocean, where we occasionally stopped to view the Big Sur coastline. i made the climb to the turnaround on my own, but once i reached the top it didn't take Jodi long to catch up. The heat was becoming a factor now, so we took some extra rest in the shade of a van while re-hydrating.

Heading back down the roller coaster was more difficult for me and exposed my two injuries below my ankles. Still, Jodi and i stuck together the entire last 6.55 miles. We finished hand in hand in 2:56:44. We hobbled back to the starting area to pick up our T-shirts, walked and stretched a bit, and headed back to Treebones. We were quite sore (especially our quads) for almost 4 days, but it was worth it.