Where to begin? My return to Kona has been a long time in the making to say the least. Since my last trip to the big island in 2007, not a single day had passed where I didn't think about re-assessing my goals. I often would wonder again and again if making it back to Kona was even possible. Near miss after near miss would only add to my frustration over the years. It was also these near misses that made me respect just how hard it is to qualify for the Ironman World Championship.
Every day for the past two years, I would start my day off by reading a quote that is hanging up in my office cube. It reads, "It's the disappointments in Triathlon that snap us back. They remind us that starting is no guarantee of finishing or qualifying for that matter. The disappointments drive home the reality that every athlete has suffered, sacrificed and striven. The disappointments help us to understand that dreaming is not enough, that Kona is not Disneyland and that you don't get to the big island by wishing upon a star".
I know I've made a lot of sacrifices over the years in order to fulfill my dreams but it was also those sacrifices that have helped define me as a person. When the dust settles years from now, I want to know that I lived my life to the fullest and triathlon brings me that feeling of fulfillment and satisfaction that I can't explain in any amount of words. Over the years, the sport of triathlon has brought me so many great memories. Without triathlon, I would have never met my soul mate, best friend and my loving wife Jennifer. Without triathlon, I would have never met my closest friends that I have to this very day. You guys know who you are. Simply put, without triathlon, I would not be the person I am today.
It's hard to explain, but you can't make it to Kona alone. You can't wake up one day, read a glossy cover of Triathlete Magazine and think getting to Kona is easy. Even the best athletes in the world have to work for it. You need a support crew of friends and family that back you one hundred percent. Every person in my crew has played an important role in getting me back to the big island. I didn't get there alone that's for sure.
One crew member that comes to mind is my coach, Luis Vargas. I began working with
Luis Vargas (Mark Allen Online), in January of 2009 and this is when I believe my journey really began. Come race day this past Sunday, I knew I was ready. I knew that Luis had prepared me for every possible situation out there and it was my time to seize the day. The hard work was complete and the rest was up to me.
Race morning came fast. I was up at 4:00 AM and didn't even need a wake up call. It was if my body knew it was race time. A calm sensation came over me race morning and I wasn't the least bit nervous. Kristen and Matt had Good Luck cards waiting all racers. This was a great way to start off the morning. Matt and I have worked very hard together this year to get to where we are and I wouldn't have qualified without him.
(Good Luck Cards from Matt and Kristen)
Body marking and final bike / transition preparations went down without a hitch and it was time to relax and wait for the start of the race. Before I knew it, it was time.
(Jocelyn and Chad before the race)
This was the moment that I've been ready for all year. The start of my tenth Ironman and that extra dose of desire to make it to the big island. I headed into the water to secure a good starting position.
(Athletes heading into the water)
The swim start was pure chaos. I haven't recalled a swim start this massive and this crazy in all of my years racing triathlon. Knowing that my long swims under the MAO program have paid off, this year I had a new confidence level when entering Mirror Lake. No more was I just okay in the swim, but I was one of the better swimmers in the race. This is a long cry from where I was just two years ago before working with Mark and Luis.
( Right before the cannon sounded)
The cannon sounded and we were off. Arms thrashing and legs kicking all over the place, I hung on for dear life. I went out fast and furious but didn't seem to be making much progress and couldn't find a open space in the water to save my life. I was swimming on top of people as other people were swimming on top of me. Then it happened. BAM!
(The Ironman Swim)
I took a direct kick right in the eye from the swimmer in front of me. I thought my goggles were going to permanently be stuck in my eye socket after that blow. Right after the massive blow, the guy behind me kept grabbing my ankle and pulling me backwards. It was very frustrating. Luckily the adrenaline was high that the pain only lasted for a few seconds. It took about 10 minutes before the madness settled down and I was able to find my rhythm. The first I knew that I was in a good spot is when I exited the water in 28:30 minutes for the first lap. A simple doubling of that time put me on pace for around a 57 minute swim. Calm and steady I thought. This is a long day. Remember what Luis said. Patience.
(Exiting the 2.4 mile swim)
The remainder of the swim was a breeze and before I knew it I was peeling off my wetsuit and making the long run into transition with a swim time of 57:21 which put me in 12th position in my age group. Nice and steady through transition and I was out on the bike slightly ahead of my predictions.
(IM Lake Placid Transition)
On to the bike, everything was going according to plan until mile three.
(Out of transition and onto the bike course)
For some unknown reason, I felt awful. My legs were heavy, I was breathing too hard and my hamstrings were tight. I thought to myself that this race is over. Yet again another year where things didn't quite work out. Much like last year, I couldn't settle my heart rate down into where I knew I needed to be. Every little hill my heart rate would spike into the upper 160's and I knew that I was burning precious energy that I was going to need later for the run.
(Finishing the first 56 mile lap)
Stick to the plan, I mumbled to myself. I said to myself that things will get better. Stick to your nutrition. Hydrate and then hydrate some more. Talking with Luis, he told me to let everyone go. Believe in your run and know the competition that passes you early in the race, will come back at mile 20 of that marathon. By the second 56 mile loop, my body began to respond. My heart rate was finally where I wanted it and best of all I felt fresh.
(Pushing it hard down the six mile descent into Keene)
At mile 60 I got passed by a guy in my age group wearing the same uniform as another guy near by. This guy was flying on the bike. Maybe he couldn't run I thought to myself. I biked next to the other guy in the same uniform and asked if he knew whether or not that guy that just passed me could run? His response was not what I wanted to hear. "Oh that guy can run all right! He can run a 2:36 open marathon." It was out of my control and again I heard Luis saying in my head, race your own race. I powered on and let the guy go. The second loop was a breeze and I felt as if I was holding steady the entire 112 miles. On the final 10 mile climb up past Whiteface mountain, I dropped the 10 guy pack that was around me without even trying. It was right at this point when I knew "this was it". This was my race to win!
(Finishing the 112 mile bike)
I came into transition with a bike split of 5:20:38 which put me in contention and 7th place in my age group. I knew going into the race that there were going to be either six or seven Kona spots. There was no way that I was going to let this opportunity get by me. I flew out of transition and began the marathon.
(Feeling great out of transition in my Newton's with tons of spring in my step)
In previous Ironman's I usually would know right away what type of run I was going to have based on how bad the first couple of miles hurt (or didn't hurt) and how fast my cadence was. Within the first couple of steps I knew this was going to be good as I was able to keep my cadence over 90. It was as if I didn't even bike 112 miles. I opened up my stride and went for it.
(The marathon)
I approached the mile 1 mile marker and glanced at my watch and I saw that I just ran a 6:13 mile even though my Heart Rate was still aerobic. Whoa-Nelly! I knew I needed to back off of that pace if I even wanted to see the second half of the marathon, but I didn't want to. I felt great! I pushed on and even though I slowed my pace down, I was still running sub 7 minute miles effortlessly. There was no stopping me now.
(Making my move through the leaders)
I quickly began doing the math in my head on what type of run I needed to hold on to. On my first loop into town, I got to see all of my friends and family members that were cheering me on. Thinking I only passed one or two people in my age group I asked around if anyone knew what place I was in. My dad responded, "you're in 3rd place". I couldn't believe I was doing it. 13 more mile is all I have to run and I'm going to Kona I thought in the back of my head. I stayed focused and continued to take in calories. Everything I was drinking was being absorbed and my energy level remained high. On the second loop I began to pay for the sub 1:30 half marathon pace that I set the first 13.1 miles. I hit mile 19 and even though I was still feeling okay, my pace began to slip but only one person passed me and he was in a different age group. It was also at mile 19 where I was able to catch a split and see my closest competition. He was around 2 or 3 minutes back and he was gunning for me. I knew I had to dig deep.

(Digging deep at mile 24 with Matty Mo & company cheering me on)
I pressed onward on the ascent back into the town of Lake Placid. On my run up the final hill I saw some friends who said that I was in 2nd place. With one mile to go I knew I was going to Kona!
(An end to a perfect day - clock still set on pro time that started 10 minutes before the cannon)
Running a 3:18 marathon off of the bike and crossing that finish line in 9:42:22 was something I've been dreaming about for a very long time. I couldn't have done it without all of you. I'm looking forward to meeting Madame Pele once again in October on the Queen K Highway.
After the finish, I was swept into the medical tent. Don't worry, this was all part of the plan. I knew my recovery started the minute that race was over and I also knew I did some serious damage to my muscles. In addition to the muscle damage, I had lost a couple pounds and that needed to be replaced as soon as possible. Once in medical, I expressed interest in getting an I.V. Post I.V., I felt great. Once out of the medical tent I saw my dad who was waiting for me. He was extremely proud of my accomplishment and gave me a giant hug. All of the pain went away at that moment and he knew how hard I had worked for this. Like I said previously, I couldn't have done it without family support. From an early age, my parents taught me that athletics was important and I truly believe that it is athletics that helps builds character, discipline and leadership.
It didn't take long for reality to set in. For the next four hours my Blackberry rang off the hook with calls, text messages and Facebook posts as I sat with my friends and cheered the other Ironman athletes home.
(Cheering home the Ironman Finishers)
It was also after a couple of hours that I wanted to head home and get a shower and eat some food. Later on that night we drove back into town to celebrate and to watch the final finishers cross the line. I had a beer, two cheese burgers and a hot sausage sandwich. I struggled to remember the last time I ate like this, but it was well worth it.
The next morning Jen and I along with Jeremy and Jocelyn headed to town to pick up our Kona spots. Unfortunately Jocelyn did not sleep very well that night because she finished third in her age group and there was a small chance that there were only two Kona slots. Jen and I arrived minutes behind them and the smile on Jocelyn's face said it all. She was going to Kona too!
(Here we are with our Kona Certificates)
When we returned home to our rental house, thanks to the Rychlik's, Champagne was waiting for us and it was time to officially celebrate!
(The three Kona Qualifiers)
We opted to stay for the awards ceremony later on that day since both of us made the podium.
(Men and Women 30-34 Age Group Winners)
This was a fantastic end to a fantastic journey but also the beginning to my next chapter. I can't wait to see how the next three months unfold!