The
Journey
Why I
decided to do an Ironman? Many many people asked
me this question, but the best answer I can find is, 'Why
not?' After reading a few books about
inspirational people (Rosie Swale Pope to name one) and how far you
can push your body, mind over matter etc I wanted to put this to
the test. I'm from a running (I use the word
'running' loosely) background, starting running in 2008 I did the
Great South Run, then progressing in 2009 to a few half marathons,
and Tough Guy, onto 2010 and some Marathons, Tough Guy and a couple
of Olympic Tris. I think you can see a pattern
emerging here, I enjoy challenging myself and pushing myself to new
and ultimately longer distances. After going on
Runners World and speaking to the pirates (a group of lovely
likeminded people on the forum who love triathlon, and helping
others on their journey) I fell in love with their crazy ways, and
their fantastic attitude to Ironman. Not only
that, but to have friends along the way and out on a course which
ultimately is a lonely sport, gave me the push to sign up for the
Outlaw...why not eh? I told my Mum and Dad, they
thought I was mad, supporting me all the way but I could see they
thought I had gone bonkers and was potentially going to kill
myself! I told my ex, and many friends, who also
thought I was insane, but know me well enough to know what I'm
like, and that I would do this regardless. So in
January my training started in earnest. Apart
from my 25 mile rides for the Oly distances, I was rubbish on a
bike, so I decided to sacrifice most of my run training to get out
on the bike as much as possible... this turned out to be exactly
the right thing to do. Plus with 5 marathons
under my belt by April this year, I knew I had it in my legs to do
one (or at least I was mentally prepared for what I would face on
the run). Swimming I was slow but comfortable
with, but I knew I needed help so I joined Mid Sussex Tri Club, who
have been amazing. Supportive and helpful, but
also and maybe most importantly just as crazy as
me. When I told them I was doing an Ironman,
they didn't have that 'your crazy' look in their eyes that everyone
else did, instead they gave me valuable help and advice (Steve Mac
and Phil Knock to name just a couple who gave me so much invaluable
information) So with a not too structured
training plan (and nutritional plan of pot noodles and bananas) I
was good to go.
The Build
Up
The week
leading up to the race I was really excited, but when I got to HPP
on Friday and registered, I started to become
terrified. I just couldn't bring myself to even
think about it, as I thought I might
hyperventilate. On Saturday I racked my bike,
put my bags into transition (after checking them several million
times) and went back to the campsite. Later on
Mum, Jess the piratedog and myself went to track down some
pirates. We came across a lovely circle of
pirate folk , and chatting to them really calmed my
nerves. When I got back to the tent I read a
couple of race reports, but it was a verse taken from a book at the
end of Steve Macs race report from Switzerland that completely
calmed me down and made me think 'Just enjoy it what will be, will
be'. So I slept solidly from about 11 to 3.30,
result! I even snoozed the alarm a couple of
times. Lots of porridge and a banana and I was
all set. Calm on the outside, complete bits on
the inside. I took my mp3 player down to the
lake and amongst the chaos I put my earphones in, shut away the
world for 7 minutes 19 seconds, closed my eyes and listened to Muse
'Citizens Erased'.... I was ready to race. Hug
to Mum, and as I'm about to go through to the starting bays my Dad
arrives and gives me a big hug too! Its great to
know they are both there to watch.
The
Race
Swim
1.32.40
I stay at
the back of Bay 2, which turned out to be a great idea, as everyone
swam off ahead I had no kicks or punches. As
everyone met before the first buoy it became a little more crowded
but again no problems, and even a few feet to
follow. My aim was just to relax, enjoy it, and
use it as a warm up...expected time 1.30-1.40.
It took me until about 1000 mtrs to settle down (there are signs
with the distance all along the lake) and the cramp in my right
calf was actually a blessing, as I then stopped using my legs
completely, stretched out my stroke and really relaxed, the turn
around point came quickly, and with it I even overtook a few
people! On the leg back my mum, dad & Jess
were following me along the bank (Jess even
jumped in the lake at one point!), It was great to see them every
6th stroke, and when I had to clear my goggles I would
give them a little wave, and get shouts of encouragement
back. Out of the water in 1.32.40 and chuffed to
bits.
T1
9.28
Nothing
special, change of clothes, arm coolers on, toilet stop and out to
bike. Probably would have saved a couple of mins
if I hadn't faffed about with arm coolers but it doesn't really
matter.
Bike
7.09.28
Loved the
bike!! This was the part I was most worried
about, as I felt least experienced, and so much could potentially
go wrong. But for some reason, whether it was
all the training, I was just having a 'good day' or the reason I
most like to think...that my granddad was giving me a big push from
up above, whatever it was it worked! I had done
two laps in training and found Oxton bank a bit painful the second
time round, but on the day I powered up it, laughing my head off at
the pirate signs (It's not a knitting club being my favourite...so
true!) and was just really really excited to see the pirates for
the first time, they didn't disappoint, with their big smiles and
cheers...legends!! Down to Southwell and was so
excited to see Mum and Dad... scanning and scanning all the crowds
and fantastic people cheering, turn right at the mini
roundabout..and there they are, YAY!! I REALLY
want a banana...my Dad is holding out a sandwich, I keep shouting
banana, banana!! but no banana appears, incredibly amusing, poor
Dad left holding a sandwich, and my Mum taking photos of me
shouting banana, love it!! No problems, was
amazing just to see them, and I'll get a banana at the next aid
station. At this point I should point out that
I'm eating Cliff shot bloxs every 30 mins, but my poor stomach is
not in a good mood, and every time I swallow them I puke them back
into my mouth (nice!) I force them down but it's not pleasant, at
one point some poor fella behind sees me puke half a chocolate mini
roll up onto the floor (sorry!). I get to the
next aid station...banana please! I fly past at
20mph and drop the banana, darn it!! Lesson
learnt!! Luckily the pirates save the day on
loop 2, not only do I get banana from them, but also banana from
Dad (he's well prepared this time) and even sandwich and banana
combo on the 3rd loop. My stomach
settled down about halfway round the bike course, and I then I knew
I would finish the bike. Many people, including
some of the really fast people gave lots of support on the bike
which was gratefully received, and I shouted as much encouragement
back as possible. With my lack of real
experience on the bike I didn't know how my legs would hold
up. I expected to average 14/14.5 mph, and
decided to just go at a pace I felt comfortable with, not looking
at my garmin except the check the general
time/distance. I realised I was going faster
than this, but as I felt comfortable would just go with
it. Coming in at 7.09 (15.6 mph average) and
well over half an hour faster than expected was
amazing. Mum and Dad cheering me into transition
gave me exactly the boost I needed to get those trainers on and out
onto the run.
T2
6.04
Change of
shorts, compression socks on, trainers & cap on, off I
go...
Run
5.04.41
In my
'dream plan' I was to run a 5 hour marathon, never did I ever
imagine I could do it (ok nearly 5 mins slower but I can cope with
that). It was hot on the run, and I knew I would
not be able to push as hard as maybe I would on a cooler day, and
had to be super aware of my hydration. I started
running, and although I felt a bit shattered my legs felt really
fresh...work that one out! I started running 10
min miles, which I was just happy to be able to sustain without any
discomfort. Walking though the aid stations and
stuffing my face with crisps, flat coke, water, oranges I was
happy, and even happier when I went through 6 miles in just over an
hour. My aim would be to run for as long as I
was able to, walk the aid stations, and hopefully only have to walk
the last few miles at worst. My Dad ran a few of
the river parts behind me, and also a bit of the
lake. This was lovely, and great to have him
there, but I felt awful that I couldn't really hold much (any)
conversation. I just had to concentrate and stay
in the zone to keep those legs turning over... but I think he
understood! There was so much amazing support on
the run, you couldn't help but feel humbled by it
all. I also had to run past the finishing chute
three times before it was eventually my time to turn down
there...some might say this is slightly cruel, but the cheers from
the grandstand were enough to lift the spirits, and watching others
finish gave me the boost I needed to keep
strong. On Lap 3 I really had to dig deep, but
instead of walking like I thought I might, I just kept at a steady
pace (12 min/miles). So with my determination
I'm now at the last turnaround point and I guess around three miles
to the finish. I say well done to every single
person I pass, and am smiling so much... I'm nearly
home! I round the lake for the final time, I can
hear the man and lady on the loudspeaker shouting everyone home...
name, you are an outlaw! I smile every time I
hear this, and all the other crazy stuff they are saying, I think
they even sing happy birthday to someone. I go
past many men walking on the last loop, and give them as much
encouragement as I can. As I get onto the final
straight I can hear the loudspeaker clearly again, someone has got
less than a minute to get under 14 hours... I can't be hearing
correctly, there's no way I've done it so fast, the loudspeaker
again, 'Well done, you did it in 13.59 something' oh my goodness, I
wasn't hearing things, I'm only a couple of minutes away
now. My Mum appears by the lake and starts
shouting that I'm her hero, she is so proud and I can't believe
I've nearly done it, I turn down the finishing chute and see my
Dad, we high five, and everyone else wants a high five too, it's
brilliant, I run down and lift the tape above my head and hear the
announcer JADE, YOU ARE AN
OUTLAW!!!!!
Finish time
14.02.20
It still
feels like a surreal dream, but it really was the best day of my
life. And I'm so glad I could share it with my
Mum, Dad, Uncle Ali, Jess, the pirates, and know I had an amazing
network of friends following and supporting me from their homes or
on the live feeds. My hard work and training
really paid off. My time was amazing (for me),
and better than I could have ever imagined, but the best bit was
that I enjoyed every moment of it, and got to share it with some
very special people. When I finished it I said I
would never do it again, but my name already seems to be down for
next years event. I have a feeling the buzz of
that finish line and the adrenaline is just to hard to
resist......
Author: Jade
Overy