Tough day at Ironman
Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2011 10:00 pm
Mike Lawless and I competed in IMC today; I'll let Mike post his own race report when he's recovered. The main difference between our races is that he finished and I didn't.
I came into today’s with high hopes for a strong result; unfortunately my day ended at about mile 92 of the bike with an ambulance trip to the medical tent, then Penticton General Hospital for an x-ray and a diagnosis of a broken rib.
At 3200 competitors this was the largest Ironman not just for Canada but in the history of Ironman. (update: for some reason the website says 2800-something but Steve King and others kept saying 3200 this morning...)
The day started well for me with a decent swim (2nd in my age group of 560-odd guys, 68th overall, fastest transition to the bike). The first part of the bike was terrific- got the heart rate down to my target zone within 15 minutes of transition and was steadily pulling in guys ahead of me on the bike- by my count I had passed about 24 people (though was passed by about 5 others) and averaging just over 41 kph on this first fast part of the course.
Then the first hiccup- flatted about mile 28; followed about 10 minutes later by another flat. Total time lost was about 14 minutes. Worked hard to make up the lost time without blowing up in the rising heat (high of 33 today).
The real disaster struck about 4 km from the top of Yellow Lake. This is psychologically the toughest part of the bike with a series of long gradual uphills after which you’re rewarded the longest fastest down of the day and a speedy run the last part into Penticton. I was accelerating on a slight incline to pass a guy about 5-6 bike lengths ahead. I changed gears, heard a slight chain rattle and looked down for perhaps a second and a half. Suddenly I was on top of the other guy’s bike- I’m still not even clear why but he had stopped and laid his bike down on the road 6 feet off the edge of the road right in bike traffic. I looked up just in time to see my front wheel a just off his rear wheel. I swerved hard to left but my weight was off centre and I fell to the right- my right ribs landed hard on his pedal. Other than the grease chain of his big front ring on my hip not a scratch to the rest of me or my bike. I was winded and sat on the road for a minute to catch my breath. He said he was fine; was able to get back on his bike and resumed riding. I would have been interested in asking him a few questions (like “what were you thinking?”) but couldn’t speak. When I tried to push myself to my feet I felt an impressive pain in my right chest wall- all too familiar as I broke 2 right ribs a couple of years ago. Thankfully ambulance crew materialized almost immediately, drove me down to the medical tent. When he saw that my oxygen saturation was just 90% on oxygen (normal is 99-100%) he decided to send me over to the hospital for an x-ray to rule out a collapsed lung. Fortunately the x-ray ruled that out; just an uncomplicated hairline rib fracture.
Pretty disappointing. Ok, very disappointing. Still it could have been much worse as I learned at ER. Waiting for the x-ray I wandered over to another racer (not hard to spot- sweaty, tired, wearing bike gear and covered in magic marker numbers) who had a broken collar bone and was awaiting surgery. Another racer was wheeled in with full C-spine support on a spine board. I feel terrible for those guys but seeing folks much worse off than you are is perversely therapeutic and a pretty good antidote for self-pity. Busted ribs heal. Life will go on.
Chris
I came into today’s with high hopes for a strong result; unfortunately my day ended at about mile 92 of the bike with an ambulance trip to the medical tent, then Penticton General Hospital for an x-ray and a diagnosis of a broken rib.
At 3200 competitors this was the largest Ironman not just for Canada but in the history of Ironman. (update: for some reason the website says 2800-something but Steve King and others kept saying 3200 this morning...)
The day started well for me with a decent swim (2nd in my age group of 560-odd guys, 68th overall, fastest transition to the bike). The first part of the bike was terrific- got the heart rate down to my target zone within 15 minutes of transition and was steadily pulling in guys ahead of me on the bike- by my count I had passed about 24 people (though was passed by about 5 others) and averaging just over 41 kph on this first fast part of the course.
Then the first hiccup- flatted about mile 28; followed about 10 minutes later by another flat. Total time lost was about 14 minutes. Worked hard to make up the lost time without blowing up in the rising heat (high of 33 today).
The real disaster struck about 4 km from the top of Yellow Lake. This is psychologically the toughest part of the bike with a series of long gradual uphills after which you’re rewarded the longest fastest down of the day and a speedy run the last part into Penticton. I was accelerating on a slight incline to pass a guy about 5-6 bike lengths ahead. I changed gears, heard a slight chain rattle and looked down for perhaps a second and a half. Suddenly I was on top of the other guy’s bike- I’m still not even clear why but he had stopped and laid his bike down on the road 6 feet off the edge of the road right in bike traffic. I looked up just in time to see my front wheel a just off his rear wheel. I swerved hard to left but my weight was off centre and I fell to the right- my right ribs landed hard on his pedal. Other than the grease chain of his big front ring on my hip not a scratch to the rest of me or my bike. I was winded and sat on the road for a minute to catch my breath. He said he was fine; was able to get back on his bike and resumed riding. I would have been interested in asking him a few questions (like “what were you thinking?”) but couldn’t speak. When I tried to push myself to my feet I felt an impressive pain in my right chest wall- all too familiar as I broke 2 right ribs a couple of years ago. Thankfully ambulance crew materialized almost immediately, drove me down to the medical tent. When he saw that my oxygen saturation was just 90% on oxygen (normal is 99-100%) he decided to send me over to the hospital for an x-ray to rule out a collapsed lung. Fortunately the x-ray ruled that out; just an uncomplicated hairline rib fracture.
Pretty disappointing. Ok, very disappointing. Still it could have been much worse as I learned at ER. Waiting for the x-ray I wandered over to another racer (not hard to spot- sweaty, tired, wearing bike gear and covered in magic marker numbers) who had a broken collar bone and was awaiting surgery. Another racer was wheeled in with full C-spine support on a spine board. I feel terrible for those guys but seeing folks much worse off than you are is perversely therapeutic and a pretty good antidote for self-pity. Busted ribs heal. Life will go on.
Chris