So, where to begin? Simply put, Ironman Canada (which I will refer to as IMC from here on out) 2011 was epic. In every sense of the term. I absolutely LOVE this race – the course is challenging and incredibly beautiful, and the people in Penticton (and Summerland) are really down to earth and sincerely good-hearted people. Having grown up in a small town, I really miss that friendly small town aspect – NYC just doesn’t have it!
One downside to the race is the travel involved … it wasn’t terribly bad, just really long. The journey began with a 4am pickup on Thursday morning; on the way to Newark airport I swung by the West Side and picked up my travel pals Betsy & Allison (thanks so much for keeping me company ladies!). We made it with plenty of time to spare and enjoyed a nice breakfast while waiting for our flight to depart. And that’s when the long journey began! 7am flight … delayed an hour on the tarmac … 6 hours later we landed in Vancouver (love the direct flights! and $30 bike box fee with Air Canada!!). Another hour or two to grab lunch and get our rental cars worked out and then we were off for a 4.5 hour drive from Vancouver to Penticton. The drive was beautiful, but after a 6 hour flight it really started taking its toll on me… until we made the turn off the highway and onto BC-97, which is the highway that takes you straight into Penticton … and I am graced with this view:

an entire day worth of travel exhaustion eliminated as soon as I see this view! totally worth it!
WOW! And yes, I took that photo while driving 70+mph … I was so taken back by the view that I couldn’t help myself! A few miles later I peeled off in Summerland, which is a tiny town about 15 minutes north of Penticton. I was delinquent on booking a room for the race, and as a result, couldn’t get anything in town. And this is where Bryan came to the rescue! He found a cute little B&B in Summerland with two rooms, I took a room and he & Jill took the other room. The B&B is called Red Barn Ranch, and is part of a horse farm – if you ever find yourself doing IMC or just in the area, definitely check this place out! We literally had a “home” for the long weekend, it was AWESOME! I don’t think I could ever stay in a hotel before an IM again. One of my favorite parts of the house was the back yard – complete with rocking chairs on the porch. We definitely took advantage of them! On top of everything, Gwen (the woman who runs the B&B) cooked us a delicious breakfast every day. And let me tell you, that woman can make a mean pancake! I’m not sure what the final tally was, but I’m pretty sure Bryan, Jill and I each put down 4-5 pancakes for the Saturday morning breakfast carbo load. Each. BIG pancakes. With real maple syrup.

view from our B&B. pretty incredible, right?
The days leading into the race consisted of carbo loading, relaxing on the rocking chairs & reading, and just chilling out – I can’t remember the last time I was so relaxed! That being said … as race day approached, the anticipation grew – I was getting more and more excited to get out on the course and RACE. I arrived in Penticton feeling fantastic; stronger, faster and leaner than ever before, and ready to tackle the course. I had some unfinished business to take care of…
You see, this was not my first time racing IMC … IMC was actually the first IM I did, in 2006. The day, in short, was a complete disaster. Nothing went right and I left Penticton utterly disappointed. And when I left, I made a promise to myself that I would return to that course 5 years later and give it hell. The name of the game for IMC 2011? Redemption.
Race morning: I arrive to transition at 5am and quickly get everything set up. Minutes later I run into Vicky and Lowell, and we hang out until they call us into the water. We go for a nice little warm-up swim and comment on how great the water feels – not too warm, not too cold – perfect temperature for a wetsuit swim! I really love the IMC swim start, it’s a wide beach start and really allows for a large number of athletes to start without getting pummeled (a la IMLP). Vic, Lowell and I stood in the waist deep water wide left and a row back and waited for the gun to go off.

IMC swim start ... plenty of real estate!
[photo borrowed from Slowtwitch]
Swim = 2.4 miles = 1:08:06 (1:48/100m)
goal swim time 1:06-1:08 … close enough …
Ahhhh, the swim. Why do I have such a love/hate relationship with it? Really, I’m pretty happy with my swim. It wasn’t picture perfect, but I got the job done and didn’t get pummeled too much. No black and blue eyes or a broken nose or a dislocated finger = Bonus. As soon as the gun went off, I dove in and got to work. The plan was to hit the first 400 hard, then settle in and find a fast set of toes. Easy enough, eh? [insert Canadian accent on the eh] Not so much. Not more than 50m in to the swim, for reasons unknown to me, the guy in front of me slows down and flips onto his back. Seriously dude? Now is not the time for the backstroke! You lined up at the front of the pack, ergo you should swim FAST! Of course I don’t realize this and proceed to swim up & on top of him (good thing for neoprene…), which immediately pisses him off (clearly I’m not his type). His reaction? He literally tosses me like a rag doll into the air and I land on my side, on top of another swimmer – he literally put a hand on my shoulder and another hand on my hip and tossed me. Thanks, buddy. I really needed that. I actually laughed at the absurdity of it … and did what I could to steer clear of Mr. Backstroke and find some open water. The rest of the swim was pretty mellow, I found a pack and hung with them – every now and then it got a little crowded and we had to jostle for position, but it really wasn’t too bad. The entire time I just pictured myself in my own little box and focused on staying in that box. It worked really well! And really, the swim flew by pretty fast – I was shocked to look up and see the exit so soon.
T1 = 2:35
Not too much to report here. I flew through T1 in a jiffy – I had a 112 mile date with my noble steed!
Bike = 112 miles = 5:56:28 (18.9mph avg)
target avg HR = 140, target avg power = 165W (I raced at 131#, for anyone who cares to do the math)
Actual Garmin splits, taken at 28mi intervals:
#1: HR = 154, power = 164, speed = 21.9mph (tailwind + fastest section of the course)
#2: HR = 155, power = 171, speed = 17.3mph (headwind + Richter Pass)
#3: HR = 149, power = 171, speed = 18.4mph (headwind + 7 bitches, as named by Slowtwitch … or as I refer to them, 7 rollers)
#4: HR = 146, power = 163, speed = 17.8mph (out & back + Yellow Lake climb + stupid windy descent back into Penticton)
As you can see, my HR just would not come down. My HR is typically elevated for the first few miles on the bike, but for some reason, it just wouldn’t settle. After about 15 miles (and a screaming downhill that didn’t even see a drop in HR), I came to the conclusion that my HR monitor wasn’t working and I had to stick with power and cadence. Easy enough. Plus, this wasn’t my first time around the block, I’ve covered thousands of miles on the bike this season alone and I know how my body feels at certain efforts … and I know what I need to do to stay within my limits. I look back at this data and it tells me that I rode too hard, but NEVER did I feel like I was pushing it – most of the time I felt like I was holding back way too much. I floated through this ride, I kept a close eye on my power and made a solid effort to see the 165W – allowing for a +50W increase (max) on the climbs. The problem was, the climbs really pulled the average up – so riding at 165W when not climbing would still leave me with an average well over what I should have been at. What also contributed to the high wattage was the wind – it was relentless. I’m talking about a headwind going downhill … having to push 200W at 10mph going DOWNhill! It was really unbelievable. The temperatures were also climbing, and as predicted, race day temps soared into the 90′s. I didn’t notice it on the bike, but made sure to stay hydrated and keep myself cool by taking a water bottle at every station and dousing myself with cold water.
The ride really flew by quickly, I was shocked when I arrived at the out & back portion of the ride (I believe around mile 80). Took a quick inventory “all good? how are the legs feeling? yup, feeling fantastic! legs are spunky!” Then again at the base of the Yellow Lake climb, around mile 90 “still good? yup! legs? ready to climb, bring it on! watch that power – nice ‘n steady” … and again at the top of Yellow Lake “how’s it going? great! that was a doozy of a climb, but holy cow the spectators lining the course were awesome!”. Up until mile 100 I was feeling on top of the world, wondering if I had pushed the bike hard enough. And then it hit. The headwind. On the final 12 mile descent back into town, we got slammed with a headwind. Not cool! There should really be some sort of rule with Mother Nature … downhill = no wind (or even better, a tailwind). Last time I rode that 12 mile stretch I screamed back into town with a tailwind … but not this time – we had to work to get back to T2. That last 12 miles took forrrrrever. And I really felt it in my legs. Clearly it’s a cumulative effect from the 100 miles leading up to that point, but for some reason, it hit me like a brick wall at the beginning of the descent.
Consumables, for those who asked:
9 bottles of IMPerform (I’m not sure what flavor the orange bottle was, but it was disgusting!)
2 Powerbars (cookies n cream)
6 Powergels (1 raspberry, 2 chocolate, 3 cafe latte)
*the bars and gels were taken on 35min intervals
T2 = 2:32
Again, an uneventful transition. I quickly change, down a banana, get lathered up with sunscreen and I am off for the marathon!
Run = 26.2 miles = 3:53:25 (8:55 avg pace)
goal time, before realizing it was going to be 93 degrees = 3:40-3:48
actual splits from my Garmin:
first 13 miles = 1:48:41, avg pace = 8:17
final 13.2 miles = 2:04:44, avg pace = 9:27 … ouch…
The ironman marathon is by far my favorite part of the race. It hurts. It’s hard. And it’ll test your will and bring out an inner strength you never knew you had. I thought I understood the pain and suffering involved with the IM marathon, but I have once again been humbled and discovered a whole new lever of pain and suffering. And yes, I loved every.single.minute of it.
I knew from the get-go that it was going to be a tough day. My legs didn’t have their normal spunk – they didn’t feel terrible – just not spunky. I eased into an 8:10 pace and fought hard to just keep it there for as long as I possibly could. I immediately felt the heat, and knew that I would be contending with some pretty tough conditions out on the course. I slowed at every aid station and treated it like a buffet – ice-cold sponges tucked into my top, ice water over my head, IMPerform in my belly. Shot bloks every other mile, 3 cafe latte Powergels with thermotabs (at miles 1, 5, 11). 10 second walk breaks every other aid station up until the 14 mile mark.
And then the hurt miles began. I LOVE the hurt miles, I live for them and love to push through them. Mentally I had the strength to push through them, physically my legs were able to push through them … but unfortunately the heat took its toll and my stomach just couldn’t handle it – I couldn’t keep down anything sugary from mile 14 on. I tried IMPerform, threw it up. Gels – same thing. Bloks – no dice. The only thing I could keep down was Coke and orange slices. All righty … let’s roll with that and see what happens … good thing you got in a ton of calories early! From mile 14 on it was pretty much damage control. I would run between aid stations, then walk through them trying to cool off as much as possible and take in some Coke + oranges. Then run to the next. I was SO frustrated, my legs wanted to move but every time I picked up the pace I would get nauseous and have to back down. This is crazy … it’s hotter in Canada than it was in Cozumel!
Thankfully, I was able to hold it together for the final miles of the run … there were times that I thought I’d be a goner and join the carnage on the side of the road (I watched one guy literally try to walk down into Skaha Lake – which is adjacent to the run course – so that he could jump in and cool off, I really don’t think he was coherent especially given the glazed look in his eyes). It took everything I had to finish that run, I’ve never hurt so bad in my life.
Official Finish Time = 140.6 miles = 11:03:05, 10th F30-34, 304th OA
Did I finish as fast as I had hoped? Nope. Am I disappointed at all? Absolutely not! I am psyched with this finish, it’s my second fastest IM and the hardest I’ve ever worked to earn that medal. I gave that course hell, it put up a damn good fight, but I put up an even tougher fight. Redemption. I left Penticton on Cloud 9, my business there was complete. IM #7 is in the books!
Now what? I recover and re-assess the final part of my 2011 season. I really, really wanted to do the 70.3 World Championship in Las Vegas on 9/11 … but I know my body won’t be recovered enough to put forward the effort my heart would want, and I just cannot half-ass a race. Especially that race. So sadly, Vegas is a no-go this year. All is not lost though, I am registered for Poconos 70.3 on October 2nd – I will finish my season off with a hilly half IM in the Poconos Mountains and I couldn’t be more excited!
And finally … I am going to leave you with a link to Jordan Rapp’s IMC victory speech, which I think hits the nail on the head. Especially the final paragraph. Jordan is a class act and one BAMF.