I was driving down the road yesterday, and the Ironman Florida swim popped into my mind. I could feel the chop of the water, taste the salt of the Gulf of Mexico, see the high rises glistening along the beach in the early morning sunshine. My god, did I swim 2.4 miles? Really? I mean, I really swam the first loop, got out and ran back in to do it again?
That swim reverie started a a virtual tour of the day in my head, all with a sense of disbelief. Did I really run out of the Gulf, disrobe the wetsuit, get all my bike stuff on, grab the bike and hit the road in 8 minutes? 8 minutes? I can barely get my running shoes on in that time on a normal day!
Did I really stay in the aeropostion on the bike for 6.5 hours? Yeah, pretty much. I could feel the mind-numbing stretch of Florida highway with five miles of bah-bump, bah-bump ripples in the road. I felt the relief when I finally rode out of them. I remembered thinking, at about mile 75, that a DVD player between my areobars would be a just the ticket to pass the time. I still think it's a good idea! :)
Did I really improve more than one mph over the first Ironman? Would my kids and husband ever understand how dedicating each 30-minute segment to them--one after the other, over and over--truly gave me the guts and the fortitude to keep going? Did I really feel that fresh after 112 miles on the bike? Ready to run without a second thought after only five minutes in transition?
And that run! I felt like Superman out there. I never looked forward to a run more in my life! It's too bad about the quad pain that held me back, and I can still feel the knife stabs with every step. But I relived the elation of hanging tough in the face of that pain, knowing that the full measure of my training and dedication was right there for the taking. Did I really run as much as I could? Yes I did.
And the finish!!! The finish triumphant! Driving along, I felt chills picturing the sight of the clock beginning with the number 13. Did I really take 1 hour and 35 minutes off my time? I still shake my head in disbelief. Never, but never did I think I could achieve a finishing time like that.
Through Ironman I touch a spirit and power in myself that moves me to my core. And on a random day in the middle of February, I was able to connect again to that unending pride and feeling of triumph that is now part of my soul. What a nice dream indeed.