My name is Justin Morris. I’m a designer & frontend developer from Melbourne, Australia. I think the Internet is really great — I spend most of my time thinking about, and building things for it.
After the last three years of trying to make it to the start-line of another Ironman, I finally managed it this year. It is now the day after & I’m bed-ridden, so I decided to write a race-report!
This is completely non tech-related in any way, and is pretty long, rambling, and quite possibly incoherent. You’ve been warned! :)
I managed to have a really great build up during the few months, then weeks prior to the race. Went in feeling (really) nervous, but pretty confident that I had aced my prep and done all that I could.
Race morning was a 4am wake-up, to allow for food and then the drive to the race start. I could tell we were in for a pretty epic day early on as even that early the wind was already quite violent and gusty. This was more than confirmed when we arrived in Frankston to be greeted by white-caps and very lumpy surf (& I can call it surf, there was actually someone surfing it).
Went in and finalised my T1 (bike) transition — tyres, prepped the bike (gearing, etc), and then slowly started pulling the wetty on.
Was working really hard to stay focussed, get more food down (and keep it down!), and try and get in the zone.
Swim 30:36, 2:02/100m
Given the conditions the race organisers decided (twice) to shorten and alter the swim course, which also meant that the start time was pushed back a few times to account for the shorter duration. This made for even more standing around waiting…grrr.
In hindsight I think the decision was a good one (for the sake of safety). The swim was quite simply a meat-grinder. Completely insane.
A combination of 2200 competitors, a mass and ungraded start, very hard conditions (wind, surf and strong cross beach current), and a shorter duration tells you all you need to know. I personally saw 3 people hauled out of the water by life-guards during the 1.9km, and would not be surprised if there were more than a few black eyes and broken noses.
Personally I was really, really unhappy with my swim. Normally I really like the swim leg as it really rewards stronger swimmers over the longer duration and allows you to set the tone onto the bike (i.e beat the masses out of the water, through T1 and onto the bike — huge advantage). Today I just got absolutely beaten up. I copped elbows twice that had me seeing stars, and found swimming through the crowds and surf to be really frustrating. No ability to actually put your head down and swim. Very start/stop. I also swallowed so much sea water that I vomited twice. Eww.
Just to cap it all off I got caught out in the crowds and by the current and exited the water about 400m the wrong way down the beach, making for a long, wet-suit clad run-of-shame into T1.
If I had to run the race again I would take 3.8km of calmer water over the 1.9 kilometers of chaos. Easy decision. The average pace tells the story—in normal conditions I would usually average 1.30-40/100m for the full 3.8km, but could only manage 2.02/100m for 1.9km. Yikes, not a great way to start the day.
Bike 5:16:27, 34.13 km/h
Bike leg on Strava: http://app.strava.com/activities/45757404
Came out of the water pretty mad and with a point to prove. I also knew that I would be moving through some pretty serious traffic given my swim and would need to put the hammer down in order to get any clean air and be able to focus.
The outward trip on the first lap was against the wind, but I worked solidly and basically just sat right and passed a pretty steady stream of people on my left. I was aware that I was working a little above what I would have ideally paced myself at, but I was convinced that the trade off would be worth it to move up the field, just so long as I was careful not to push too hard.
This was working really well until I was swept up by a big (50-60 riders) group that were quite blatantly all drafting (I saw at least 5 groups like this).
These guys were riding wheel to wheel, half of them freewheeling at 35km/hr into the wind. This was really infuriating as their pace was yo-yoing as they “rolled turns”, and was making life really hard for me as I was keeping my draft-box off the back to zone in and ride my pace.
They were essentially just riding a 180km crit race. You really have to wonder what these dickheads were playing at—the whole point of an IM is that it is a solo affair. What made matters worse was that there was actually a TO (technical official) sitting alongside these wankers who was doing nothing about it.
Shortly after this I had words with the TO (who unwilling to take control of the situation—these guys should have been penalised & then DQed). Shortly after that I cracked it and lifted my pace again to ride around the bunch and off the front.
This happened several more times (get caught by the bunch, get angry, ride away, rinse/repeat) until we hit the tunnel. I knew these jokers would be messing about in the tunnel not wanting to work, and that the bunch would probably fracture on the climb out of the tunnel. I made sure to leave it in the big ring and ensured that I had enough of a margin that I didn’t have to see them again.
The ride south was awesome, sitting on 60km/hr for long stretches on a TT bike, with carbon tubulars singing underneath you is pretty awesome. :) Averaged a shade over 40km/hr for the return.
Lap two was more of the same, though I finally had enough room to pace properly. I was more disciplined about heart-rate for this 90km, though I could feel some of the unwanted efforts of the previous 90km in my back and legs. Still managed to ride strongly, especially given that the wind started to swing west during the outward journey and turned into a pretty brutal cross wind. Not a day for a disc. I was being blown meters sideways even just on my 90mm rims. Scary stuff. Was having to be opportunistic about using the TT bars.
Spent the last 20km of this lap starting to warm the legs up for the marathon, trying to match bike/run cadence, stretch back and shoulders, and get last minute food down.
Run 4:02:50, 5:45/km
Run leg on Strava: http://app.strava.com/activities/45758380
The first 20km of the run were simply magical. I was feeling a million bucks. I think my first couple of kays were pretty close to being sub-four-minutes, and I was really having to put the brakes on and not be too silly. Loving it. I managed to settle down a little by about the 5km mark into a nice gait and was feeling really comfortable with a ~4:50min/km pace.
I was conscious that due to the really strong winds on the bike some of my food and fluid intake had been compromised (I missed a bottle and 2 gels on the bike), so I was making an effort to really utilise the aid-stations to make sure that I was properly fuelled. However I might have overcompensated slightly as I was starting to get some minor stomach cramps around 17km.
Coming into Mordy across the bridge things started to go down hill—just as the camber on the road reversed (Franga->Mordy was all in one direction in the outside lane) my left foot exploded with cramps. I pushed on from there until the next aid station were I ate about half a kilo of raw vegemite (delicious). Over the next few aid stations and about the next 8km I was really battling with various mutinous limbs. I was throwing down pretty much all the fluid I could get my hands on, despite still having a very upset stomach.
I finally managed to get the cramping under control but by this point my previous good pace was broken, and I was also now battling with really nasty stomach cramps and some nausea.
The rest of the run saw me struggling along trying as hard as possible to keep the pace up, and see-sawing between going hunger-flat and my stomach rebelling. The last five kays I couldn’t have blown out a candle—I had absolutely nothing left and the only thing keeping me from walking it out was the proximity of the finish line. There was some pretty serious internal-monologue/confirmation stuff going on for this last bit. The faster you run the faster you’re done. :)
Hitting St Kilda was obviously awesome, and running those last two hundred meters down the chute was just an amazing flood of relief, happiness and satisfaction that I left it all out there. The icing on the cake was a 9:59:56 hour day. Couldn’t be happier.
Lastly I just wanted to say a really massive thank you to all the people that came along on the day. I can’t even begin to tell you how much it helps seeing a familiar face or having someone yell out support on such a long day. Thanks! <3