Starting Out
We started the morning at 3:00 am…well to be honest I started it at 3:16 am while Rianman started it at 3:00 am. Our goal was to be on the road at 3:45 and at 3:47 we were in the car. Rianman drove while I tried to stay perky. We arrived at 5 am among a convoy of cars loaded with triathletes and their supporters and parked in a wet, grassy knoll a quarter mile from the race site. Not too bad.
Rianman and I got all the gear together and schlepped it down to the transition area. I think combined we had 4 bags including my chair-in-a-bag and a bike pump. While Rianman set up his transition space, I set up my TriSupporter space under an oak tree perfectly situated at the bike start/finish and the first turn of the run where any triathlete would have to pass four times.
We then met up to check out the swim start and to watch the Navy Seals drop from the sky and land perfectly on the big 'x' in the sand. It was impressive, as they seemed to toss and turn about the sky; it seemed certain they wouldn't make the 'x' but in their precision, they did. Their jump immediately preceded the National Anthem, which was followed by the start of the Pro wave of about 40 racers.
The Race Begins: Swim
At 6:54 am, I helped Rianman into his wetsuit. I sprayed him down with silicone spray and he managed to easily put it on …zipper in the back! At 7:00 am he joined the other 35-39 year old men in their 7:03 start wave. By then the Pros were well on their way to finishing the 1.2 mile swim. The horn sounded and what has to be one of the biggest age groups slowly marched their way into the water to start their 70.3 mile journey.
I then went to stake out a spot at the swim exit so I could try to get some pictures. I met some nice people from Wichita and from Arizona sharing some cowbells. About 39 minutes later, Rianman came running out of the swim. I rang my little cowbell and snapped a picture. He looked fresh. I walked over to the bike start to wait for Rianman to move to the bike portion.
The Bike
After I saw Rianman off at the bike start, a woman stopped to ask about my t-shirt (70.3 miles till I get my husband back). Carla is from Lenexa and was there supporting her triathlete, Carl. Both Rianman and Carl are in the same age group. We ended up spending the better part of the race together and it was a great time! We had much in common and it made the long day go by quickly.
We tried to hop on the shuttle that was to take us to a prime viewing spot for the bike course, but the organizers had to cancel it for logistics reasons – I think it disappointed many people. We ended up back at the oak tree waiting for the guys to return from the bike and transition to the run. While there we met Susan and her two young boys living in Overland Park (from Greenbay – lots of cheeseheads today). Both Rianman and her husband are training for Ironman Wisconsin so I'm sure we'll be seeing them around.
The Run
As the Pros started the run, it became apparent there were not enough volunteers to keep the runners from crashing into each other. We watched as a woman from Greenbay took it upon herself to volunteer guiding the runners on the course. As the number of runners continued to climb, Carla and I took our positions as volunteers trying to keep the runners from crashing into each other at a tight turn where runners were both coming and going.
I guess that's another TriSupporter duty…volunteer when necessary. We don't only support our favorite triathlete, but all triathletes.
Welcome to Kansas
Just as the last cyclists came in to start the run, the storm clouds came too. What started as a beautiful, summery day turned stormy very quickly. The winds were gusty and it was quite dark…it didn’t look good but there was no lightening so the race would continue despite the giant blow up Gatorade bottle blowing over along with the other inflatables. It seemed like a storm that would quickly blow over but the race organizers felt it was necessary to call the race. This is never a good thing. Many were just starting their first loop in a two-loop course. They would never have the chance to finish what they started.
I anxiously waited to see Rian round the last turn hoping he'd make it in before they called it. When I saw him, he had a smile on his face and he said, "Don't tell me. I don't want to know." And kept running. As the sherpa, I felt so bad…pretty sure he wouldn't have an official finish, but I worked my way over to the finish line waiting for him to cross, hoping that somehow he would get to complete the whole course.
With three bags in hand, rain starting, thunder and lightening around us, we supporters waited for our triathletes sad to know they were indeed forced to cut the race short but proud to see them cross the finish line. I actually missed Rian crossing the line but he found me and told me that with only 3 miles (out of 13.1) left, they cut him off and he was forced to go down the finish shoot. I know he's disappointed, but he also feels really good because he finished feeling strong and he knew the last three miles were possible and he was on target to beat his Duke Half time. I think it built his confidence for Wisconsin and that's what's important.
Post Race
As for more TriSupporter duties, I went with him to go get his bike and gear and, of course, it started pouring as we made our way back to the car each of us weighed down with multiple bags, towels, etc. The line of cars out was long and hardly moved. Some cars got stuck in the muddy parking areas but we eventually made our way out with me at the wheel and Rianman chatty from the endorphin rush.
All in all a great race day and I even made some new TriSupporter friends. I'm proud of Rianman's effort, but I'm prouder of his attitude. When some would be angry not to finish, he kept his focus on the positive and that rubs off keeping ME from getting whiney at having to schlep stuff through the cold rain.
(Writing this as Rianman is getting a massage.)