140.6 miles…16:48:15 and every minute of it a battle won…I'm still finding it hard to believe that I'm AN IRONMAN…but I find it most hard to believe that I ran/walked/slogged a marathon at the end of that day…somehow..that's the part that boggles my mind the most!
This weekend was absolutely perfect in so many ways. How could (I can't) thank everyone who got me to this place. But here's the story….
My goal for the race was to finish…I knew I would be flirting with the 17 hour cut off..and mostly because of my run…I knew if I had a perfect race, I could do it in 16 hours an change…well - LESS change than I did it in!! But my goal was simply to finish. I pictured myself crossing that finish line over and over and don't know if I ever really thought I could do it. I talked to myself about what it would mean if I didn't finish..how it wasn't the finish, but the journey that was important….but deep in my heart…I REALLY REALLY wanted to finish.
Having a cause to race for was a great motivator especially when you pass people (Tina Ament) on the road and they yell, "Do it for Dominic!"..
The weekend started off with PPU and all went as planned. I was a bit worried since I had stupidly signed up for the wrong group of racers (wheelchair) so I knew they would have to change my number and well..i was just worried that they wouldn't remember that they said it was "easy" and "not to worry." I didn't need to worry. #3228 its was and with a little creativity with a silver sharpie (thanks Maureen), My name was boldly emblazoned on my Bib. The only thing I missed out on was that they had printed my charity on my original Bib…so I did too..I just printed it right on there!
I was invited to participate in an Athlete panel for those of us who participated in Ironman Foundation Charity Fundraising. I don't know why but I wasn't really nervous. I felt like it was a great opportunity to just "say it like it is" about childhood cancer! (I also said something really stupid about Sister Madonna Buder and her influence in my journey to Ironman)…=)
I am awed and humbled by the generosity of friends and family! Because of them I have raised almost 10,000 to help aid in childhood cancer research!!! A truly uplifting experience. I had set my goal at 5000.00 and far surpassed that..Thank you friends and family!
The swim was beginning to worry me, not because I can't swim, but because the weather was really rough the last couple of days. I had gone in on Thursday when it was "sort of" rough and chose to sit out Friday's "2 red flag" swim so as not to freak myself out! Good choice.
My awesome housemates and sherpas extraordinair Keri and Greg were everything I could have asked for in roommates AND MORE!!!. The days leading up to the event were focused on my needs (I'm not really used to that) and its was great. I went to bed Friday night after ice-cream and part of my favorite movie and slept for almost 8 full hours before I woke up at 3am!! (and as with all good photographers - did not get a picture with Keri and Greg!!!)
RACE DAY IS HERE!! I was not as nervous as anticipated. Up at 3, ate my favorite (and only breakfast) - Headed down to transition by 4:30 with Keri (in her PJ's). She dropped me off in good hands at the Team Z tent, I found my bike still tied to the bike rack (the day before it literally blew off the rack!) added my nutrition, dropped off my special needs bags and headed back to the tent. All of a sudden it was time to put on wetsuits and head down to the beach…WOW, that went fast.
It was to be a mass start with self seeded corrals lined down the beach. The slower you anticipated finishing, the farther you put yourself down the beach. I decided to place myself in the 1:15-1:30 group and "hang back." The national Anthem begins, tears well up and I made myself stop. Take in the day, revel in the fact that I was here and DOING this!!! I ate the one and only GU for the day. Cannon goes off and I begin my walk in to the water. At some point I turn around and thought..uh oh..I did not hang back long enough..oh well, let's go. Thanks to Ryan and his coaching and having watched some not get out past the breakers in the previous year, I knew just what to do. Getting out was not that hard though several time, I looked ahead, said "oh shit, duck!" and went under…Got kicked in the head and in the goggles and got one big gulp of salt water..but mostly just let the masses carry me along! All in all, I had a blast on the swim. First loop seems do fly by - got out..heard my name..smiled..and headed back in for the second lap. Long about the 1/2 way mark on the second lap I began to feel dizzy….Passed the first turn buoy..yay, the sun is no longer in my eyes, passed the second turn buoy and the current had carried me a little farther to the right than I wanted….so I thought to myself..it will take MORE energy to swim back toward the buoys than to just focus on the sighing on the condo bldg…so thats what I did. Just about the time I got to the place I could stand..the nausea hit me like a brick and I had to stop…tread water…and puke….felt better, put my head down and prayed for a wave to carry me in…I'm not a very good body surfer..that didn't happen, but I got in in one piece…1:31…I'll take that!
T1 something around 12 minutes…total clothes change…Volunteers AMAZING!!!
Out on the bike..Head wind for 56 miles….then again at mile 60 ish until someone said, "I heard a rumor that we get at tail wind at mile 80!"…I don't know if we did, but in my head we did….. =)
It wasn't my fastest bike..I did PR the 100 mile mark, (BTW - they put 100 miles right at the top of the bridge overpass….) but I was hoping and planning on a 15mph average…what I came away with was a 14.5 MPH average..( and 2 x 100 bottles of beer on the wall) Bigger than that, though, was that I met my other goal of finishing by 4:30…off the bike by 4:30 gave me 7:30 for the marathon….
Along the way, I had absolutely NO cramping (my nemesis ALL season)…my biggest complaint was the bee sting that came out of nowhere!!! and i was TIRED, TIRED, TIRED of Infinite and EFS..but they did the trick and I'm so thankful that I found the nutrition that worked for me! I did begin to get nausea around mile 80…had some "Lemon Heads" and they seemed help. I continued to drink water and take the EFS like it was medicine…...No cramping, no chaffing..NONE..zero..and very little sunburn…so a WIN all around..
Loved Loved seeing the Team Z cheer stations. There were long lonely times out there and I kept asking myself..WHAT mile did they say they would be at for a little pep????
T2 came…9 minutes and change… again, a total wardrobe change (and because I had NONE - ZERO - NO chaffing…I would do that again in a heartbeat!)…Left the tent, stopped at the port a lou..and headed out…thought I could run for a bit and of course ran by the Team Z HQ…but then the nausea returned. And from then on out it was a battle to run even a little bit. Lisa met me around mile 3-4 and encouraged me in the way only Lisa can encourage…"Patty, talk to me - what's going on? Why aren't you running" "If you don't run under 15's you won't make it"…I think I gave her the EVIL STINK EYE…but one of my goals was to NOT yell at Lisa…I may have…a little…but she came back for more later and she made me smile. I power walked like I have never walked before…. I wished I could throw up..but that was not gonna happen. Come around the 13.1 mile mark (I have no idea of the time) and I'm in a very very bad place in my head. Katie (my girl Katie who videos, texted and FB updated ALL day so that my family [and friends] could feel like they were right there with me)…was videoing and it went like this:…
Katie: How ya doing
Me: Is the video on?
Katie: yes
Me: Turn it off…
haha..she was nice enough to FB post..Saw Patty at 13.1 - she wasn't up for a photo op!
I never cried..until I saw Ed..and then I started too..but I pulled it together….and kept on going.
At 9pm I looked at my watch and saw that I was at 130.6 miles …I had 3 hours to do 10 miles…I COULD do this..I knew it then..I wasn't sure before..In fact, i had spent some of my alone time composing my FB message…"sorry folks..it just wasn't my day".."Sorry, I have no real reason why..just didn't happen"…but then I knew…MY FEET were the only thing that was really hurting other than the nausea…I'm pretty sure my blisters have blisters….I at around mile 20…you hit the entrance to St. Andrew's Park…I saw Ryan and Alexis tearing down the tent and packing up..I whistled to them from across the street (at least I think i did) and they didn't hear..i headed in to the dark park…it was beautiful in the dark and I never felt alone (I wasn't alone for sure)….I was keeping some kind of pace (by this time I was not looking at pace, but at the total time)..knew what I had to do…I had to pee but didn't want to stop..I was walking really fast….I slowed down for just a few seconds to give my hips a break and there is was folks…the PEE going down my leg…all I could do was laugh…"I guess I'm peeing on myself.." oh well, at least I didn't have to stop at the port a john!!! Again..volunteers amazing….came out of the park and saw Ryan and Alexis cheering on the runners ahead of me…Ryan went to sit down in the only chair left and I called out.."Don't you sit your ass down!" and I don't think I've EVER EVER seen a bigger smile…he was jumping up and down saying.."you're gonna make it..OMG, you're gonna make it…we though we were still waiting for you to go INTO St. Andrew's…"…that gave me a boost..I ran a little bit…then it just became me against the minutes on the clock. Saw Lisa and her friend Meg at about mile 22…Meg gave me her shirt b/c I was cold (I took it off before the finish..HAD to finish in Team Z green)..Bruce met me at mile 25…Lisa held my hand and we ran..Bruce ran beside me..Meg ran ahead….we came upon Mairead and caught her..she was having a hard day…BUT..We WERE BOTH GOING TO FINISH!! Lisa kept me running between cones…sometimes I did it..sometimes I started Before she said run..and sometimes I just said "NO"…but it happened…I came around the bend…the noise was deafening…I could not believe it..there was the TEAM…by the way….almost better than the finish line!!!!
Run up to the finisher chute and WHAT? ALL THE PAIN GOES AWAY…tried to relish every second of going down the chute..but I was focused on finishing…haha..so focused that the announcer tried to stop me and I was like, "Um, NO..i'm crossing the line"…he called me back and I heard those words that everyone wants to hear..and sometimes being last (Or next last) has it bennies..(oh who am I kidding..being last on TEAM Z and in Ironman..has LOTS of benefits)….Patricia Glass, "YOU ARE AN IRONMAN"…Still can't believe it…
So, so thankful to everyone…especially thankful to my training partners Mairead and Chris
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| We started together and 16+ hours later, we finished 30 second apart!! Thanks Mairead! |
What a day! 16:48:15…..
And special thanks to Tina Ament who, when Ironman ran out of medals, gave me hers until mine could be mailed to me!! Thanks Tina…
Much thanks to Coaches Ryan, Ed and Alexis…all the sherpas and cheerers, Greg and Kery Hadley...my teammates and a very special thank you to LISA who supported me, not only on that day, but all year through..I think she believed in me more than I did!
Katie Herold..what can I say…you made friends with my sisters (should I be scared?) and kept my parents in the loop all day long..not to mention EVERYONE in FB land!! thank you, thank you..and I can't wait to cheer for you at IMMT!!!! Though..perhaps we should buy extra batteries and chargers for the phones!!!
and thanks to Sarah and Robin…Sarah..you're the best friend and massage therapist an athlete can have. You always know exactly what I need!! Thanks for making it possible for me to walk the day after the race….
Last thoughts…I may have been next to last..I may have finished just under the cut off, but the WAY I KNOW that the training worked, is that I was able to walk the next day…"workout" sore…and in my head I heard the coaches…put in the time…do the workouts and TRUST THE PLAN….
I originally said never again…but I broke the news to my mom today…there will be a next time..I'm just not sure when. I have fitness goals that I want to meet before I attempt another one…
























