Last month I found a lump on the right side and last week had my second mastectomy. Luckily I am healthy and strong. After four days I was back on the bike; after one week I was running. In three weeks I will be the best grandma to a new little baby boy. This all brought back memories of my story a few years ago:
On September 12, 2005 at 3:11 a.m. I sat in a dark hotel room in Madison, WI eating a quart of mint ice cream with M & Ms and chocolate chips! I’d been awake for 25+ hours—but who cared; I am an Ironman--2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike, 26.2 mile run. At the time, my mind was swirling with my recent journey—6 months of chemotherapy, a mastectomy and eight weeks of daily radiation. My past marathon training prepared me well for the marathon treatment. The ironman was a challenge, just because I could do it!
The day started early. I woke up at 2:00 a.m. The day started hot and clear, ended hot and clear (though very dark), and was blazing hot and windy in the middle. The recorded high was 92 degrees, but it was much hotter than that on the bike while riding through the cornfields. The wind gusted to 43 mph.
The swim started precisely at 7 a.m. The second leg, the bike, started atop a four story parking ramp. At the end of the bike ride, I tell the volunteer who takes it from me that he can keep it. I’m not the first one to tell him that today. Many people were carted off the bike route in an ambulance, so I feel lucky.
I knew I had 7 ½ hours to complete the marathon before the cutoff, so I knew I could practically walk it if I needed to. The pressure of not thinking you need to run the marathon is a great feeling. And walk I did, as evidenced by my 6:21 time. And to think I once qualified for Boston in 3:35! Even as the sun went down, there was little cooling off.
With three miles to go, I suddenly decide I need to break 16 hours and wouldn’t with the pace I was keeping. So I took off running. Joyfully, and with most of my family in tow, I cross the line in 15 hrs., 52 min., and 58 seconds. That last mile is incredible! All the hard work, the 5:00 a.m. workouts just about everyday for a year, the lonely 6 hour bike rides—it all pays off in one sweet moment. As many signs on the course said, “Pain is temporary, Ironman is forever.”
After my double journeys—9 months of cancer treatment, 9 months of triathlon training, I have an incredible sense of satisfaction.
I’ve come a long way, baby. And now, I AM AN IRONMAN!!!
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