Getting blown away by a half ironman

Participating in my inaugural half ironman during a tropical storm felt like a daring adventure. It seemed like rain had made Saturdays its permanent residence that summer, much to the dismay of many, especially those partaking in the racing season and just any human who enjoys summer weather on the weekends. In September 2023, the stage was set for my first half ironman, conveniently located at Jones Beach – a locale familiar and close to home. The prospect of not having to shuffle my entire family the night before or rise at the ungodly hour of 2 am for the start line filled me with excitement. It seemed the perfect opportunity to dive into the challenge.

Anticipation heightened as the race approached, but the weather forecast cast a shadow of uncertainty. Percentages of precipitation kept increasing, threatening to dampen spirits and racers. Yet, amidst the gloom, I sought the silver lining, consoling myself with the thought of a warmer, yet a wet, race day. Little did I know, the weather had more extreme plans in store.

Swim

The swim leg, originally slated for 1.2 miles, was changed to just ¾ of a mile due to treacherous conditions. Disappointment clouded my mind momentarily, feeling as though I wasn’t experiencing the full extent of the race. However, in retrospect, it was a smart decision by the race director. The bay waters, known for their gentleness, churned like a scene from “The Perfect Storm.” Every breath was a battle against crashing waves, testing the limits of even the most seasoned swimmers. Witnessing others struggle, needing lifeguard assistance, was a severe reminder of nature’s unforgiving power. Yet, onward we pressed, keeping myself calm and collected and learning from the mistakes of my former Olympic triathlon. The out and back course was challenging out and fast back, which was a relief. The return trip to the shore set my brain up for the confidence for the rest of the race.

Bike

Transitioning to the bike leg, the challenges persisted. Riding through a tropical storm along the coastline meant contending with fierce winds. Setting off with a smile, I embraced the arduous task ahead, knowing that perseverance was key. The course, luckily predominantly flat, presented its own set of obstacles. Navigating through wet conditions required utmost caution to avoid mishaps as well as checking for anything that could pierce my tire.

 Encountering familiar faces along the route provided fleeting moments of encouragement even during the hardest moments. Will was a champion in bringing the boys to so many spots in the downpouring rain for hours on end. A huge lesson these races teach our boys is patience, which we are completely blessed to say. It is hard to maneuver a 2,4, and 6 year old around the mall, imagine a tropical storm on a parkway. Kudos to Will for his courageous endeavor.

Run

Finally, the half marathon awaited, testing the limits of endurance already worn thin. Battling fatigue and adverse weather, every step felt like a triumph of sheer will and power. Struggling against the wind on the boardwalk, I pressed forward, my form weakening but my spirits high. I tend to hunch when running into wind which destroys my back the next day. Despite walking more than intended, the goal remained clear – to finish what was started.

I finished the half ironman and relished in the accomplishment that I had just completed! Again, the feeling of crossing that finish line is unlike anything you can explain on paper and is something everyone should experience no matter what the length of the race may be. Conquering a goal is what I live for!

Selfless Cheers

The volunteers during the race, dedicated in their support despite the elements, were hopes of encouragement throughout the grueling day. And as I crossed the finish line, a surge of pure joy washed over me, reflecting on the hardships endured. It wasn’t the weather I had anticipated, but the sense of accomplishment made it all worthwhile. In that moment, I realized the significance extended beyond personal triumph – it was a lesson imparted to my sons, a testament to resilience in the one constant you cannot change – weather.

You can do hard things!

The dedication to a race is the dedication I foster in my parenting. Three core rules – 1) Finish what you started 2) Thank the people who helped to get you there and 3) Remember and use the lessons you learn along the way. Dedication to doing hard things goes a long way in this crazy world that we live in today!