Last summer, my friend Kim asked me if I wanted to go with
her for a girls’ trip to Hawaii to race the Ironman 70.3 (affectionately known as the Honu Half) on the Big Island.
Naturally I said yes to an offer like that! So, after much anticipation, we
spent last week in Hawaii and did the race on Saturday, June 1. That race was
the hardest thing I have ever done! Ironman was easier. But let me back up a
bit…
We arrived in Hawaii in the afternoon on the Wednesday
before the race. As we drove from the
airport to our hotel, we were amazed by the incredible landscape. Almost the
entire west side of the island is covered with black lava fields. It’s surreal
– like being on the surface of the moon – but it has its own strange beauty.
Our hotel was located by the ocean in a little oasis of palm trees and flowers.
We stayed at the race hotel, which was very posh and lovely. It turned out to
be a great choice to stay there because of the access to the expo, race
registration, and shuttles to the start, and the convenience of finishing right
there.
The time before the race was unexpectedly relaxing. I hardly
had any race anxiety. It was just wonderful to be there. We ate our meals at a
restaurant beside the ocean with our feet in the sand. We went for a short run
and ride. We swam with the tropical fish and the giant sea turtles (honu). Incredible!
We built our bikes, went to the expo, prepared for the race and just had a lot
of fun.
On Friday, we rode our bikes 12 km up the coast to leave
them in transition for the night. We walked down to the beach to see the swim
course. It was afternoon and the waves were pretty big and it freaked me out a
little, although I knew that it would be calmer in the morning. We took a
shuttle back to the hotel and went right away to the pre-race meeting. The
meeting began with a weather report that called for high winds and heat. Then a
couple of people got up to tell us how hard this race was going to be and how
we should remember that we actually chose to do this! They said we’d have to
dig deep to make it through this race. That didn’t do much to help me with the
race anxiety that was creeping up on me at that point! After the meeting, we
went back to the expo and I bought a new tri suit to wear for the race. We
spent the evening relaxing. I slept fairly well the night before the race and
whenever I woke up, I would say nice things to myself about how capable I was
so I could feel confident going into race day.
We got up at 4:45 on race morning, ate breakfast in our
room, grabbed our bike gear bags, and headed down to catch the shuttle. In T1,
we set up our spots and then walked down to the beach. The water was indeed
calmer and it was a beautiful morning. Kim and I ran into Randy, another friend
who had traveled with us but was staying at a different hotel. We all hugged
and wished each other good luck.
The Swim
After waiting for the pros and the men to start, the women
went off at 7:00. There were only about 500 of us so we weren’t too bunched up.
There was a lot of room to swim but there wasn’t much of a draft pack. The
course is a single rectangle that goes out parallel to the shore, turns to go
out a little farther, then runs parallel to the shore again (for a little
longer on that backside), then heads back to the beach. The water was pristine
and you could see the bottom the whole way – coral, rocks, and colourful fish.
The first stretch was calm and lovely and the turns were fine – not too clogged
with people. The stretch on the backside was much wavier. I couldn’t catch
sight of the next turn buoy. Whenever I
tried to sight, I couldn’t see over the waves so I followed the group and trusted that someone
knew where they were going! Strangely, the waves were coming from the shore and
since I breathe to my left, I got the waves in the face quite a lot and
swallowed a bit of the ocean. Still, I felt calm and strong and kept going
until I finally saw the turn. The stretch back to the beach seemed to take
forever but I swam side by side with another woman the whole way. I just love
that when you are perfectly paced with someone else and you just glide through
the water together.
My swim time was 1:00:36. What the heck was I doing out
there? I thought I’d be under 50 minutes! I wasn’t sure what the reason was
that it took so long but I found out afterward that others were out there for a
while longer than they expected, too.
T1
The run to T1 was about 500m, across the beach and up a
hill. I got ready for the ride and slathered on some sunscreen - not enough as
it turned out! The bike course started
out with a short, steep hill so at the mount line, they told us to get on and
clip in and then they gave us a running push to get us going. That was great!
Time was 7:06.
The Bike
The bike course is an out and back route that heads north up
the Queen K highway toward Hawi (pronounced Hahvi). Here’s where we experienced
how windy Hawaii can be! The wind speed was 40 km/hr, gusting to 70 km/hr. The
wind was from the east/northeast so we had a strong crosswind, which was quite
often a headwind. It was work all the way and sometimes it was hard to keep the
bike upright. There’s one little stretch, about 1 km long where you head
straight west, with all that wind power at your back. On that stretch, I was
going 65 km/hr without pedaling! That didn’t last long, though, and we turned
north again. About 7 miles from Hawi, we started a long, gradual climb against
the wind and this was the only spot on the course where it also rained. That
was just brutal but I just told myself that at Hawi I could turn around and
enjoy the ride downhill! That short little fast stretch that we had going out
was, of course, pretty nasty on the way back and I just kept grinding till I
got to turn south again for the last 15 km or so back to T2. I realized that my
expected bike time of 3:45 was a dream at that point and I wondered if I was
even going to make the bike cut-off! I
told myself that I better make it since I had bought a Hawaii 70.3 bike jersey
before the race (which I was thinking might have been a bad idea) and I had to
earn it. Thankfully, I made it with just over 10 minutes to spare. My bike time
was 4:12:11 – so much slower than I thought I’d be but that was just no
ordinary ride. Wow!
T2
Parked my bike. Put on my runners. Had to get my head around
the fact that I had made it in time to do the run. Wondered if I could do it in
the 3 hours I had left. Didn’t think so but, what the heck, I had to try. T2
time was 4:01.
The Run
Hot, hot, hot! It was in the high 30s out there with the
humidity but I knew I had to keep running if I wanted to bring this race home.
The run course is almost entirely on a golf course, with a few short out and
back loops on road. You feel like a hamster out there, running circles on the
grass! I had no sense of where I was at all but the course was well marked and
there were a lot of people out there with me so it would have been hard to get
lost. I picked off the mileage signs and calculated my time and progress
constantly. I felt good, despite the heat. I walked all the short, steep little
hills but otherwise I ran. At the aid stations, I drank water and coke but
didn’t eat anything other than two pretzels and a couple of orange wedges. The
run volunteers were amazing – they showered us with cold water, poured ice down
our tops, and kept us supplied with icy sponges, which I squeezed over my head
and then put under my hat. I passed a lot of people. I said “I’m good. I’ve got
this” to myself. Between the 9 and 11 mile markers, the course went out on a
service road into the lava fields and it was so hot and desolate and brutal and
for that little stretch I felt all the pain of that run. But when I got back
onto the golf course at the 11 mile mark, I knew I was going to make it. I
just ran. Near the finish, the path goes over a bridge
and curves around by the ocean and then there’s the finish line! I pulled in
under the arch with a smile on my face and a run time of 2:53:56. Kim was there
waiting for me and she gave me a hug. I said to her that I was never so happy in all of my life to have a sucky time – 8:17:50. I was just so happy to have an
official time. She said that that race was the hardest thing she had ever done (and she's done 4 Ironmans) and I agreed!
After finishing, I walked over to the pool and got in. Nice!
Then I ate the world’s most delicious cheeseburger, rested a bit, collected my
bike, and took all my stuff back to the room.
That evening, we relaxed and talked about the race and how
incredibly hard it was and how proud we were of ourselves. Kim figured her time was about an hour slower
than normal and I knew my time was not what I could do under better conditions.
During the race, I had a moment where I thought I didn’t have what it took but
afterward I saw it differently. We earned our medals – and I earned that
jersey!
After the race, we had a couple more days of vacation. On
Sunday, I had a massage by the ocean. Heaven! In the afternoon, we went into
town to shop and then went to a luau. The food was very good and the Polynesian
dancing was incredible. On Monday, we had pedicures to pamper our feet, which
had served us so well on race day, and we swam again with the fish.
What an incredible week it was. Such a beautiful place. Such
a difficult yet satisfying race experience. So cool to be there in Kona, the
Mecca of triathlon. It was truly the trip of a lifetime.
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