Continuing on with the 'things that stand out in my mind' train of thought....-It took me a whole week to figure out why the T2 changing tent volunteer told me not to lock the door when I went into the porta-potty.
It's so they can get your ass out if you pass out! Like I said in my last post, the bike ride about did me in. It was tough physically, but probably more so mentally. When I got to the changing tent, I was parked onto a chair and the volunteer dressed me like I was a 2 month-old. Then another one slathered me with sunscreen since my arms felt like they were ON FIRE. On my way out I figured I should make a stop to potty as I knew this would be it until it was all over. Either I looked THAT bad or she said that to everyone, I don't know. But, I felt flattered that she was so concerned about me! No, I didn't keel over in there (that would've been COMPLETELY disgusting). I did what needed to be done and got on my way.
-It's a miracle what 2 extra minutes in transition will do for you!
When I got onto the run course, I was amazed to find that I was feeling pretty good! When in doubt, take a little more time in transition. Hallelujah! Needless to say the first 10 miles are through Kona and there is crowd support everywhere. This makes all the difference in the world too. Once I got going I was pleased to find that my legs were not trashed and my gut wasn't sloshy and pukey.
-The last half of the marathon is LONG and HARD and DESOLATE.There are no spectators other than the awesome volunteers at the aid stations. It's you and the lava fields and the guy next to you running. And you're do damned tired, you're not talking to anyone. I just kept focusing one more mile up the road. 'Just get to the next aid station. Just get to the next aid station.'
Yes, I knew I would feel satisfaction. But other emotions were more apparent.
Respect. Humility. Pride.
I have a huge level of respect for people who come out to this race and execute their race plans flawlessly. More than I could have imagined. It is not easy. The elements and the level of competition are fierce and do take their toll both physically and mentally.
I am humbled to have been able to be a part of this. I've been telling myself that this was the best ass-kickin' I've ever had. Honestly. It was handed to me. In retrospect, that's OK. I am blessed and lucky to have the physical ability and support of my family, friends, sponsors, and coach to get the job done. I still can't believe I was able to be lumped in with this group of stellar athletes.
Lastly, I'm proud. I swear to you, never in my wildest dreams would I have thought I would be in this place. Yes, as time progressed, the desire built and along with that the fitness and ability came. But, it was hard work that made it happen and I'm proud of myself for I succeeding.
"Michelle Brost, you are an IRONMAN!"
