The past week has been crazy but I have loved every minute of it. Last weekend it finally all came together and I won my first Ironman title at Ironman Canada. I have only now just had a chance to sit down and sort through everything and get a blog post up which is hopefully a good place to do some kind of a race report and throw up some photos although a week after the fact.
Last Sunday was such a great experience and I am truly grateful to everyone who has been such a massive part of it. Family, friends, training partners, coaches, sponsors....there is a long list so here is to all of you, I have had several toasts to all of you over the past week.
I am not much of a "race report" kind of guy but in a nutshell, it was just a great day which is usually how you remember it if you win. Like all Ironman races there were ups and downs but i generally felt pretty level throughout the day which helped. The work was hard heading into this one but it was consistent and with some fresh ideas from Andrew, we could tell it was working right away.
Swim was as swims usually are in Ironman, an opportunity to have several final pee's before the day really starts. I felt good, the pace was not overwhelming and I was happy we were only a couple minutes down by the end.
The bike is what made the big difference this year. I put everything else on the backburner in the last 10 weeks and hammered away. So my first shout out goes to Andrew for helping kick my butt to a new level on the bike and not lose the running or swimming. He said that he thinks i am cool to go it on my own now but i told him to take that comment and stick it where the sun don't shine....it's more fun with more people!! So thanks Andrew, you're an incredible source of knowledge and nutterness and just a dude with a big heart and a great sense of humor wrapped into one! Thank goodness you just married Michelle!!
Bike felt good most of the way, we did alot of HR training so I basically settled in at a HR we knew i could handle for 5 hours and trusted that would bring me around back to the transisition in a good time. The most significant thing was that i came in with only a 5minute deficit instead of my usual 20 minute deficit....so for the first time i had a real chance.
So the run started out a little quick as usual but not as fast as some other years.....run slow run slow run slow..atleast for the first mile or two so i don't have to spend the next 24 miles recovering. You can usually tell right away how the run will feel when you start and this felt like a good day....legs still felt like they were good to go. One mile at a time is usually the strategy...nothing worse than thinking too far ahead in a 9 hour race....it can become an overwhelming prospect. So, one mile at a time it was and i managed to move into the lead at mile 10. Went through the half in 1:23 and the second in 1:24 so was very happy with that. It sure felt like my legs were crumbling away but i guess i wasn't slowing down too bad thankfully. Lack of experience in that position probably made me the biggest pain in the butt to all the spotters...."have i got a gap?" "is anyone gaining on me?" "do i look fat in these pants?".........."no jasper, you are doing fine!" but i couldn't relax until the last few hundred meters....in a race that long if the wheels fall off you can go backwards in a huge hurry.
The last few miles was slightly surreal.....everything i ever imagined winning a big race would feel like...it felt great. I won't get too gushy about it because at the heart of it all it is still a silly world and there are more important things but it was a real great feeling. I won't forget it....it felt awsome! The people in the last couple miles go crazy and the noise was very loud and that felt good...i won't lie....it felt good.
My Mom, my bro, Jude, Kristina, Penny.....everyone who was there it was so great that they could be there...i could have won Malaysia as my first one with everyone on the internet or never won one at all so i feel exceptionally fortunate to have had that experience.
I am at an age and stage in my life to understand that you never know what might happen and that you never have another first one so I soaked every bit of it up and took nothing for granted. We live in a crazy world and anyone who does what they are passionate about is lucky.....i am lucky....and grateful....simple as that!
So now, my anxiousness that perhaps it was all just one of those bad "triathlon dreams" has passed and I have had my fun little bit of fame for a day or two and I am back in Vic via New Mexico for Andrew's awsome wedding.....but that is a hilarious tale for another day!
Until next time, keep fit and have fun!