From the 4:30 a.m. wake-call through the finish line more than half-a-day later,
there are many things that go through an athlete's mind during a grueling 140.6 mile
race. This event requires a swim of 2.4 miles, a 112-mile bike, and a marathon run
to top it off. I completed this type of race for the third straight year on July 24 and,
yes, a million different things circulated my cranium in the 13 hours it took me to
finish this endurance race in Lake Placid.
Here are a few of them:
"Wait a minute, I paid $725 to punish myself for more than 12 hours and 140.6 miles
on a hot day in the Adirondack mountains?! They should re-name this event, Stupidman,
rather than the Ironman."
"Um, maybe, I should've done more bricks."
"I wonder what kind of food they are going to have at the post-race spread."
"This lake is a half-a-mile wide! Why the hell does every swimmer act like they
have to swim through a door that's three feet wide and 2.4 miles long?"
"Why am I doing this race again?"
"You mean I have to run 600 yards from the end of the swim to the bike transition
half-naked with hundreds of people within arms length of me?! Good, grief."
"Why the hell do I want to try to endure so much pain?"
"Dude, you paid $1,000 for that aerodynamic helmet that's going to knock
two minutes off your time? What a great deal!"
"Please, God. Let me get through the race without popping a tire."
"What's more painful to all these people. Trying to finish this race or being
off their cell phones for more than 12 hours?
Oh, sh&t! Did I park my car in a tow-zone?!
"PR? Seriously, does it really matter? You could tell your family, co-workers,
and fellow church-goers you took 23 hours to complete the course and they'd still
say, "Wow, that's amazing!"
"Don't they have anything other than gels, goos, Cliff Bars, and two-inch cuts of
bananas that have been sitting in a cardboard box for five hours? I want a steak.
Is that too much to ask for? I want a big fat steak and I'd like it medium rare."
"I'm 52-years-old and have already completed this twice already. This makes no
"Why didn't I just enter a Wednesday night bowling league? Now, that's what you call
fun. And it's far less expensive and painful.
"My ass is going to hate me after this ride."
"Who invented this damn race anyway?"
"That kid who just risked his life crossing the street in front a pack of riders must
have been playing Pokémon Go. I don't get it. Idiot."
"I've been on this bike for six hours, had 47 Gatorades, 25 gels, and energy shots
and still can't take a pee. What's up with that?
"Please don't pop a tire. Please don't pop a tire. Anything but a flat tire."
"I wonder what normal-thinking people are doing right about now."
"I'm NEVER doing this race again!"
"That's right junior. I'm 30 years older than you. Don't let me beat you now."
"Damn. That lady is 20 years older than me and she's kickin' my ass."
"Whew. That was awesome. I think I'll do it again next year."