2010 Ironman Mooseman 70.3: Race Report Part 4 – After the Race
Posted Jun 10 2010 5:59am
Posted by Brandon on Jun 10, 2010 |
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After being presented with my medal and refusing, then reconsidering and seeking warmth under a Mylar blanket, I began to make my way through the sodden post-race festivities. The athletes food tent had hamburgers, hot dogs (one only, please), chowdah’ (see: chowder), potato and pasta salads and some other things. I dug in and tried to find some shelter under which to down my well earned sustenance.
I forgot to mention a couple of things in my earlier posts, so I’d like to get to them now. First, the plan for this race had been for my wife, Danielle, my mother-in-law, Kathy and my daughter, Sydney, to drive up for the race on race morning (coming from the Boston area) in time to see me come in on the bike and throughout the run. However, as fate would have it (and completely unbeknownst to me until well after the race) the power at my in-laws house had gone out early that morning and the rain which I was seeing was also coming down where they were. The decision was made for them to stay home as dragging my two month old daughter two hours in the car and then standing around in the mud and rain would be less than fair to her (not to mention Danielle and Kathy). Because she couldn’t get hold of me as I had already ditched my phone earlier, Danielle spent a good deal of the morning fretting over me not seeing them when I expected to. I’d like to say a big “Thank you!” to Ari, Kevin, Jeff and many of my other Twitter and Facebook friends for keeping her calm and not so worried. I will say that I held out hope that they were at the race, but had relegated themselves to sit out the rain in the car somewhere with a view of the course. Just knowing that their support was coming my way was enough.
The second thing I want to mention is a guy I met named Dennis. Dennis and I met on the slopes leading up to the S.O.B. hill and had some really nice conversation battling the inclines. In situations like that hill, it really is nice to just let your legs grind it out with someone who is offering their own encouragement and grinding it out themselves. Dennis and I passed each other a couple of times on the bike (with him finishing ahead of me by a bit) and passed each other going in opposite directions on the run. Each time I saw Dennis on the run, he was giving me words of encouragement and support, even as he was throwing down run splits himself that were much faster than the splits his surgically repaired knees could handle! Thank you, Dennis!
Eventually, Dennis and I decided to go grab our stuff from transition. I still had to drive back to my in-law’s two hours away, and he was waiting for a friend to finish, and he suspected it could be a while (it ended up being another hour and a half, waiting in the rain and cold). By the this time, transition looked like a war zone. Mud, grass, spandex, wetsuits, bikes and general debris littered the ground. What had been small puddles now looked like they could have hosted the swim portion of the race. I gathered my things (still in the rain)and began to make the slow, long, wet and muddy hike back to my car…3/4 of a mile away…in the rain…and mud…and 62° air…
Upon getting to my car (stepping in every clean-ish looking puddle along the way at an attempt to get the mud out of my shoes), I did my best to get packed and get my dry clothes on. The “parking lot” now looked as though it belonged in a war movie. Cars had dug tire channels so deep they looked like earthen berms perfect for a firing line. In fact, upon getting briefly stuck myself, I had to put my car into four wheel drive until I got out of the morass.