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Rollers, Ironman Canada, 2001.

In August 2002, my racing had turned to a quiet place – it was idle.  Lynda and I had just bought our house, and the sheer volume of necessary work to make it our home was overwhelming.  For the first time since 1998, I wasn’t going to be lining up at Ironman Canada.  I felt lost, rudderless, unsure of just what to do with myself.

So when race-week came, I wrote this.  It was sent to the Triathletes of the Dead Runners Society List-Serv on August 20, 2002 as a way to give my heart, and all this passion looking for a place to go, somewhere to just be.  Somewhere to let those feelings run down the course, beyond the sunset, if only in my imagination…and with so many others.

That this piece in all of its variants lives on, there is no greater compliment.  That my words have found their way into the inboxes of triathletes all over the world over the last fourteen years, especially those racing Lake Placid and Canada, means that my lost emotions knew exactly where they needed to go, and what they needed to say.

Here is the original, unedited, unabridged, as it was written.

Wherever you may race, wherever you may line up and dare yourself to cover the distance, take heart.

You will not be alone.

You are ready.

 


To those of you heading to Ironman Canada this week -to the IM-Virgins, the veterans, and everyone in-between…

Right now you’ve all entered the taper. Perhaps you’ve been at this a few months, perhaps you’ve been at this a few years. For some of you this is
your first IM, for others, a long-overdue welcome back to a race that few can match.

You’ve been following your schedule to the letter. You’ve been piling on the mileage, piling up the laundry, and getting a set of tan lines that will
take until November to erase. Long rides were followed by long runs, which both were preceded by long swims, all of which were followed by recovery
naps that were longer than you slept for any given night during college.

You ran in the snow.
You rode in the rain.
You ran in the heat.
You ran in the cold.

You went out when others stayed home.
You rode the trainer when others pulled the covers over their heads.

You have survived the Darwinian progression that is an Ironman summer, and now the hardest days are behind you. Like a climber in the Tour de France coming over the summit of the penultimate climb on an alpine stage, you’ve already covered so much ground…there’s just one more climb to go. You shift up, you take a drink, you zip up the jersey; the descent lays before you, and it will be a fast one.

Time that used to be filled with never-ending work will now be filling with silent muscles, taking their final, well-earned rest. While this taper is
something your body desperately needs, Your mind, cast off to the background for so very long, will start to speak to you.

It won’t be pretty.

It will bring up thoughts of doubt, pain, hunger, thirst, failure, and loss.

It will give you reasons why you aren’t ready. It will try and make one last stand to stop you, because your brain doesn’t know what the body already
does. Your body knows the truth:

You are ready.

Your brain won’t believe it. It will use the taper to convince you that this is foolish – that there is too much that can go wrong.

You are ready.

Finishing an Ironman is never an accident. It’s the result of dedication, focus, hard work, and belief that all the long runs in
January, long rides in April, and long swims every damn weekend will be worth it. It comes from getting on the bike, day in, day out. It comes from
long, solo runs. From that first long run where you wondered, “How will I ever be ready?” to the last long run where you smiled to yourself with one
mile to go…knowing that you’d found the answer.

It is worth it. Now that you’re at the taper, you know it will be worth it.

The workload becomes less. The body winds up and prepares, and you just need to quiet your worried mind. Not easy, but you can do it.

You are ready.

You will walk into the lagoon on August 26th with 2000 other wide-open sets of eyes. You will look upon the sea of humanity, and know that you belong.  You’ll feel the chill of the water crawl into your wetsuit, and shiver like everyone else, but smile because the day you have waited for for so VERY long is finally here.

The bagpipers will walk across the beach. Steve King will ask you to sing along. You will.

O Canada!
Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.

With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!

From far and wide,
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

You will tear up in your goggles. Everyone does.

The helicopters will roar overhead.
Maranatha will roar. The splashing will surround you.

You’ll stop thinking about Ironman, because you’re now racing one.

The swim will be long – it’s long for everyone, but you’ll make it. You’ll watch as the Penticton Lakeside Hotel grows and grows, and soon you’ll hear
the end. You’ll come up the beach and head for the wetsuit strippers. Three people will get that sucker off before you know what’s happening, then
you’ll head for the bike.

In the shadows on Main Street you’ll spin out of town – the voices, the cowbells, and the curb-to-curb chalk giving you a hero’s sendoff. You won’t
wipe the smile off your face for miles as you whisk along the lakeside, past fully stocked, silent aid stations for the run to come.

You’ll spin up McLean Creak Road. You’ll roll down towards Osoyoos, past the vineyards glowing in the morning sun. You’ll settle down to your race. The crowds will spread out on the road. You’ll soon be on your bike, eating your food on your schedule, controlling your Ironman.

Richter Pass will come. Everyone talks about it, but it’s really nothing.

You’ll know this halfway up, as you’re breathing easy and climbing smoothly.  Look to your right. Look how high you’re climbing. Look at all the bikes
below, still making their way there. You’re ahead of them. All of them.

You’ll climb over Richter, and descend to the valley below. You’ll ride the rollers, one at a time. You’ll start to feel that morning sun turn to
afternoon sun. It’s warmer now. Maybe it’s hot. Maybe you’re not feeling so good now. You’ll keep riding. You’ll keep drinking. You’ll keep moving.
After all, this is just a long training day with valet parking and catering, right?

You’ll put the rollers behind you. You’ll head into the Cawston out and back. You’ll put on your game face, fighting the urge to feel down as you
ride the wrong way for what seems like hours. 10 miles in, you reach special needs, fuel up, and head out.

By now it’ll be hot. You’ll be tired.  Doubts will fight for your focus.  Everyone struggles here.

You’ve been on that bike for a few hours, and stopping would be nice, but you won’t – not here. Not today. You’ll ride on
leaving Cawston behind you and head for the final showdown at Yellow Lake.

You’ll grind the false flats to the climb. You’ll know you’re almost there.  You’ll fight for every inch of road. You’ll make the turn towards the summit
as the valley walls close in for the kill, and put your head down. The crowd will come back to you here – the cars are always waiting to cross the
summit, and you’ll soon be surrounded in the glorious noise that is the final climb of Ironman Canada. Let their energy push you. Let them see your
eyes. Smile when they cheer for you – your body will get just that little bit lighter.

Grind.
Fight.
Suffer.
Persevere.
Summit.

Just like that, you’ll be descending. 12 miles to go, and no climbing left.  You’ll plunge down the road, swooping from corner to corner, chaining
together the turns, tucking on the straights, letting your legs recover for the run to come – soon! You’ll roll back into town – you’ll see people
running out. You’ll think to yourself, “Wasn’t I just here?” The noise will grow. The chalk dust will hang in the air – you’re back in Penticton, with
only 26.2 miles to go.

You’ll relax a little bit, knowing that even if you get a flat tire or something breaks here, you can run the damn bike into T2.

You’ll roll into transition. 100 volunteers will fight for your bike. You’ll give it up and not look back. You’ll have your bag handed to you, and into
the tent you’ll go. You’ll change. You’ll load up your pockets, and open the door to the last long run of your Ironman summer – the one that counts.

You’ll take that first step of a thousand…and you’ll smile.

You’ll know that the bike won’t let you down now – the race is down to your own two feet. The same crowd that cheered for you in the shadows of the morning will cheer for you in the brilliant sunshine of a Penticton summer Sunday.  High-five people on the way out. Smile. Enjoy it. This is what you’ve worked for all year long.

That first mile will feel great. So will the second.

By mile 3, you probably won’t feel so good.

That’s okay. You knew it couldn’t all be that easy. You’ll settle down just like you did on the bike, and get down to your pace. You’ll see the leaders
coming back the other way. Some will look great – some won’t. You might feel great, you might not. No matter how you feel, don’t panic – this is the part of the day where whatever you’re feeling, you can be sure it won’t last.

You’ll keep moving. You’ll keep drinking.  You’ll keep eating.

Maybe you’ll be right on plan – maybe you won’t. If you’re ahead of schedule, don’t worry – believe. If you’re behind, don’t panic – roll with it. Everyone comes up with a brilliant race plan for Ironman, and then everyone has to deal with the reality that planning for something like Ironman is like trying to land a man on the moon.  By remote control.  Blindfolded.

How you react to the changes in your plan will dictate your day. Don’t waste energy worrying about things – just do what you have to when you have to, and keep moving. Keep eating. Keep drinking. Just don’t sit down – don’t EVER sit down.

You’ll make it to halfway at OK Falls.

You’ll load up on special needs. Some of what you packed will look good, some won’t. Eat what looks good, toss the rest.

Keep moving.  Start looking for people you know.  Cheer for people you don’t. You’re headed in – they’re not.   They want to be where you are, just
like you wanted to be when you saw all those fast people headed into town.  Share some energy – you’ll get it right back.

Run if you can.
Walk if you have to.
Just keep moving.

The miles will drag on. The brilliant Penticton sunshine will yawn, and head for the mountains behind the bike course…behind that last downhill you
flew down all those hours ago. You’ll be coming up to those aid stations you passed when you started the bike…fully alive with people, music, and
chicken soup.

TAKE THE SOUP.  Keep moving.

You’ll soon only have a few miles to go. You’ll start to believe that you’re going to make it. You’ll start to imagine how good it’s going to feel when
you get there. Let those feelings drive you on. When your legs just don’t want to move anymore, think about what it’s going to be like when someone
catches you, and puts a medal over your head…

…all you have to do is get there.

You’ll start to hear town. People you can’t see in the twilight will cheer for you.  They’ll call out your name.  Smile and thank them.  They were there
when you left on the bike, they were there when you came back, they were there when you left on the run, and now they’re there for you when you’ve come back for the final time.

You’ll enter town. You’ll start to realize that the day is almost over.

You’ll be exhausted, wiped out, barely able to run a 10-minute mile (if you’re lucky), but you’ll ask yourself, “Where did the whole day go?” You’ll
be standing on the edge of two feelings – the desire to finally stop, and the desire to take these last moments and make them last as long as
possible.

You’ll hit mile 25. You’ll turn onto Lakeside Drive.

Your Ironman Canada will have 1.2 miles – just 2KM left in it.

You’ll run.  You’ll find your legs.  You’ll fly.  You won’t know how, but you will run. You’ll make the turn in front of the Sicamous in the dark, and
head for home. The lights will grow brighter, brighter, and brighter. Soon you’ll be able to hear the music again. This time, it’ll be for keeps.

You’ll listen for Steve King, or Mike Reilly, or Whit Raymond. Soon they’ll see you. Soon, everyone will see you.

You’ll run towards the lights, between the fences, and into the nightsun made just for you.

They’ll say your name.
You’ll keep running.
Nothing will hurt.

The moment will be yours – for one moment, the entire world will be looking at you and only you.

You’ll break the tape. The flash will go off.

You’ll stop.  You’ll finally stop.  Your legs will wobble their last, and suddenly be capable of nothing more.

Someone will catch you.
You’ll lean into them.

It will suddenly hit you.

You will be an Ironman.

You are ready.

You. Are. Ready.

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  1. If my problem was a Death Star, this article is a photon toerpdo.

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