My trip to Seattle ended with a red-eye flight on Saturday, July 27, so that my husband and I could drive up to Lake Placid, NY, early Sunday to watch and volunteer at its annual Ironman event. He picked me up at the Albany airport at about 9:30 a.m., and we headed straight up to Lake Placid, arriving there a bit before 1 p.m.
You might be asking what merit lies in driving so far on so little sleep to watch some 2,800 athletes complete the event that involves swimming 2.4 miles, bicycling 112 miles, and running a full marathon, especially when my emphasis in this blog has always been about moving your own body, rather than watching others. The questions of the value further mount as one realizes that I’ve got my own triathlon to complete this coming Saturday and really need all the rest and good nutrition that I can get.
To answer these questions, you’ve got to know the method behind the madness. I have had completing an Ironman as one of my goals for nearly a decade. This year, turning 50 prompted me to think about that goal with a certain level of seriousness. I am fairly certain that proper training will allow anyone in reasonably good physical shape to complete an Ironman. I felt, however, that if I really did want to do one, I should plan to do it within the next five to seven years, before old age might make it too much endurance for one small body to take.
And, so, I was on the discussion forum for Beginning Triathletes one night in February when I read that people who volunteer to work at the Lake Placid Ironman are guaranteed a spot in the coming year’s Ironman. I immediately found the web link to volunteer and signed up. I didn’t plan to register for the Ironman next year, but Lake Placid isn’t too far from my home and I had never watched the actual event. In addition, I always appreciate the volunteers who have helped make the various marathons I’ve done a success and felt that the chance to help out at such a signature event would be a way to show my gratitude in a more tangible way.
Later, I realized that the dates would conflict with my plans to go to Seattle. I decided I could do the trip in a way that would not create a conflict.
As we drove into Lake Placid, most of the competitors were in the midst of the bike ride. We began encountering them about twenty miles or so before we hit Lake Placid. The first thing that hit me was that they did not look like super-athletes. They looked, well, a little like me. Seeing them suddenly made completing an Ironman seem more possible.
Following instructions provided by our volunteer team’s captain, we parked near one of the five spots where shuttles were transporting people to the Ironman site in downtown Lake Placid and got to the Olympic oval about 35 minutes before the winner was due in. We found a place on the field to position ourselves and waited for him to come in.
As he crossed the line, a second thing hit me: He didn’t look like the finisher of a marathon — beaten up, totally fried. On the contrary, he seemed jovial and relaxed. He even stopped before he actually crossed the finish line to give a high-five to a few spectators.
As the winner, he had been competing for eight hours and 42 minutes. The back-of-the-pack would come in about nine hours after him, barely making the 17-hour time limit that Ironman officially sanctions. You might think that the winner would stand out from the crowd. He didn’t particularly. Over the next five hours, we watched a few hundred athletes come in for a final half-lap on the Olympic oval and cross the finish line as the announcer pealed out their names and the statement “You are an Ironman.” Most of them looked just as relaxed as the winner. Focused and intent on finishing but not stressed out, not worn out. As if they were out for a long bike ride or run for the day. This, too, made it seem as if an Ironman might be possible to complete.
Lake Placid is not known for being an easy course. The swim involves two laps in a lake called Mirror Lake, the bike ride has a couple of steep climbs, and the run also is up and down a series of hills. Still, with training, it seemed, one could do it.
My husband and I stayed until 8 p.m. We hope to return next year as volunteers and to stay overnight so we can be at the finish line at midnight when the final competitors come in.
This year, we got home a little before midnight. Worn out from the red eye and the long day’s drive, I was asleep on the sofa within about 15 minutes. But today, spurred on by Ironman, I got on my bike and did a simple, 12-mile ride. I pulled into my driveway, put on my running shoes and did a good 3.4 mile run. A long way from Ironman, but a good workout for an Olympic Distance triathlon that might become the stepping stone for something bigger. I plan to exercise lightly this week, drink a lot of water, eat healthy food and sleep. On Saturday, I will take a cue from Ironman, and try to be as relaxed as possible.