
Sunday, September 10th, marked the fifth Ironman Wisconsin event held in Madison and this year we were pretty excited since I had signed up my sister JenO last year (at her request). I designed shirts for the support crew (front | back), Jen arrived with a few days to prepare, Anil flew in the day before to surprise (understatement) her, we all carbo loaded in preparation for the big day and all was well come Sunday morning. Save for the weather.
Dressed in our blaze orange shirts and long underwear, we all showed up for the 7 a.m. start and cheered for Jen as she swam 2.4 miles in Lake Monona, coming out of the water in the top 500 men and women’s combined. She looked strong and determined, and it was fun to watch the peelers (headed by our friend Rob) help the athletes struggle out of their wetsuits. Jen hopped on her bike, and started out on the 112-mile bike segment, and Bryan and Anil and I went for breakfast and coffee, commending ourselves for getting up so early and cheering, tough work that it was. We caught her again on the bike in Middleton and on both loops in Verona, the latter of which was definitively torture. The bikers had to head straight into 20-25 mph winds and a steady drizzle to return to Madison and we later learned that Jen decided to quit on mile 109. Who could blame her – her feet had been numb for 8 hours and finishing the swim and bike were accomplishments in themselves. For reasons unknown though, she decided to keep going on mile 111 and we were happy and relieved to see her coming up the Monona Terrace helix into the transition area. Twenty minutes past and again, I thought perhaps she had called it a race. As it turns out she was getting a footrub by a sympathetic volunteer so that she could get the blood back into her feet. That accomplished, the volunteer gave Jen a plastic bag to wear and she was off to run the marathon portion of the race.
The drizzle soon turned to a steady rain but it was fun to surprise Jen with the arrival of Carol and Ravi from Michigan (Anil’s mom and brother) when we saw her again around mile 8. Several of us went to dinner on State St. as the sun went down, and although I was convinced that was the way to go last year, it’s harder to go in and eat soup and warm pizza when your sister is the one outside running in the rain. We eventually saw her again at mile 13 and she still looked strong even though many of the people around her were not looking so good. We later heard tales of torn tendons, horrific bike accidents, severe hypothermia and even a snapped femur. Bryan and I ended up going for a brisk walk just to warm ourselves up and then headed up to the finish line near the capitol. As usual there was great music playing and hundreds of people cheering on the finishers, although the crowd was a little subdued compared to past years, most likely due to us all being wet and partially frozen. Relatives and friends unexpectedly started showing up and when Jen crossed the finish line we all cheered, cried (i.e. mom) and tried not to slip on the wet bleachers. We raced down to find Jen, who seemed strangely unharmed by the days’ events and in good spirits. Photos were taken and we headed home, but not before returning one of the finishers to the Monona Terrace, who we found wandering around cold, confused and lost. A 6-time Ironman finisher, she said the weather here in Madison was the worst she had ever encountered and it had clearly taken it’s toll.
Great debates then followed discussing whether this year’s miserable weather was better or worse than 2005’s 95° heat. A topic which apparently is irrelevant given registration for Ironman Wisconsin 2007 opened the following day and all 2500 spots were sold out in 45 minutes, $500 registration fee not withstanding. Mine was not among them. Kudos to JenO for surviving the elements and even running a good race. On to the the next event…