11/18/2025
Ironman Arizona was a loooong, epic day!
I went into race day with no expectations beyond finishing. I worked through the same goal setting worksheet I gave my summer triathlon team before their big race. I leaned in with fearless gratitude.
Come race morning, I felt calm and ready. Granted, the days before, I was a nervous wreck. But I let the worries flow and focused on what I could control.
Strong, calm swim through super murky water. There might be a black eye lurking beneath those dark circles since I took a kick to the goggles twice. But I kept going.
Deliberate transition. No rushing. No silly mistakes.
Steady bike. Ok, mostly steady. I lost the plot line on lap 2 of 3 with dumb surges or not holding my target power.
My lower abs locked up after 112 miles on the bike thanks to an old injury, which made walking, let alone running, painful. After 5 minutes of walking, I trusted myself to try running, and just like in training, it relaxed enough to run. Around mile 3, I started to feel off. I hit the porta potty and discovered I was in trouble.
What many folks don't know about me is that I have fructose malabsorption, which means my body only digests a limited amount of fructose. With training, I've gradually increased what my body will tolerate, but on race day, I accidentally exceeded that.
So there was walking. And extra pit stops. And more walking and belly breathing to try to calm down my enteric nervous system. I realized what had happened and had to drastically change my fueling strategy. I switched to water and electrolytes only for about an hour. I passed a lot of gas. The pain abated, and the distension went down. I was able to take on a bit of carbs, mostly glucose, some sucrose.
Every step hurt. I was grateful for each moment. I pushed through. As I came toward the finish line, I saw my family. I gave them hugs and kisses, then I rounded the corner to the red carpet. I found the first timer bell and rang that sucker with everything I had left. I started sobbing happy tears from years of training and striving and dreaming and doing.
I am an Ironman.