I just got back yesterday from a week in Lake Placid. We were there to cheer on my friend Jason in his first ever Ironman Event. I wrote last time that I couldn't get my head around what he was about to do. Well I still can't get my head around what he just did DO. Jason Billows....YOU ARE AN IRONMAN - 13hr9min of sheer pain, endurance and perseverance.
There are a few stepping stones here in this post to the ultimate in Hollywood endings come true to real life.
The first is Jason's story. This time last year he was attending the Ironman, not as a competitor like he had registered as but in a wheelchair having suffered very bad lower back herniation. This is also after a personal loss, some knee surgery, and also shin surgery. He had his back surgery in late fall, was off for 6 weeks, was then addicted to pain meds (I think i can confess that on his behalf since he mentions it..his doctor probably should not have given him the meds he had in that dosage). At any rate, he started his physio recover, then started in late December early January to train for the Ironman. Granted he had started training the year before, but he only had about 6 months. As I mentioned in the last post the IRONMAN is 2.6 Miles swim, 112 Mile bike followed by a full marathon.
One has 17 hours to complete it. Jason got up at around 4:40am or so the morning of the race, and we all followed afterwards around 5:45am to get a good spot around Mirror Lake to watch the start of the swim. It was pouring rain, but we had our "Here for Jason" shirts on (even the dogs had bandannas on) and we lined the Lake. At 6:50am the Pros were off. They were a small buzz of a group and fast! At 7am the gun went off for the Age groupers. Now if you have never seen the start of this race it is a sight to behold. Not only was I nervous for the sheer fact that Jason had at least a 12 hour day of physical pain ahead of him (and this was his strong suite and the running was his...well apparently he was told "be scared of the run") but I also thought of all the bodies close together. And for good reason too! As soon as the gun went off, boom, there was kicking in of heads, people panicking, or swimming , or....it was a MASS of bodies moving together ...like a swarm of bugs the whole time.
We then moved on to where the swimmers come out of the water, having half their wet suits taken down, then they run to the transition area in the Olympic skate oval to get their bikes. We saw Jason come by and he was right on time! 1 hour and 5 minutes. We ran over to where the bikes come down this scary hill to start the course - and saw Jason again, 6 min later - again on his time. We then had about 3 hours to wait to maybe see him again. When we saw him again at the 3 hour mark after the first loop he looked great. And again on time. Then again we waited to spy him on the start of the Marathon portion at around 2:30pm. Tim got a great picture. He looked great, in great spirits. I was still so nervous for him. It had gotten quite warm, and although Jason has done the full swim, and bike loop he had yet to actually run a Marathon and who knows what mind games go about out there. Although Jason has done so much yoga and meditation and is usually such a calm cool guy part of me knew he'd be fine.
The rest of the day was a waiting game - but finally at around 8pm, I saw Tim posed for photography!!! He had decided he would go down near Canada Corner and catch Jason in the final miles of the run to shot pictures. So he ran a large chunk with him shooting his final moments. As Tim made his way to the Oval for the finish line, we knew Jason still had to run up past Mirror Lake and around back to the Oval. I was with his lovely gal Tracy for the final moments. It was FANTASTIC seeing him look so good and crossing that line with such power. He then told us later that his legs started cramping on his second bike loop, and he had to run the whole marathon (and sometimes walk) with these cramps. This is a guy who has been through the wringer this last year and to see that special moment......I am so inspired by him. JASON - you are my hero!
But his is but one story. Throughout the day I caught glimpses of dispare, of power, or athleticism, and Hollywood stories galour. The second story is a short one. For the Ironman, they shut down each portion at a certain time. The swim was shut down at 9:30am. If you did not finish at 9:30 you could not continue. At 9:40 am there was this mass cheering on someone at the end of the course. I was not close enough to see for myself . Now this person would not be able to continue, but a man on the shore told me that the man in the water finishing had suffered a stroke years before and had entered the Ironman and was swimming with one arm as he was paralyzed on one side...SWIMMING WITH ONE ARM people! Again, awe-inspiring.
This final story makes me weep with joy and wonder. This is the true Hollywood story come TRUE! There should be a movie about this guy. So my third story is this: Matthew Long. It was after 11pm. The Ironman ceases at Midnight. If you are not at the line at Midnight, you are not completing the event. So we had hung out at Canada Corner where there is this HUGE hill marking the last few miles of the Ironman. People looked dead, tired, seized up, and in sheer agony. Of course others just looked determined. We had decided to head back to the oval to the finish line to cheer those we coaxed up the hill at Canada Corner to the finish line. If you are around Canada Corner after 11:15 or so, you may not make it. On our way to the Oval, we spied a massive group running. Wondering what it was I asked our newly crowned Ironman Jason Billows, "what is that". He then told us there was this guy, Matt Long, a NYC firefighter, who had been a multiple Ironman hitting his record time just four years previous in 2005. He was riding his bike in December of 2005 when he was hit by a NYC Transit bus, and was given a 5% chance to live. His whole right side was crushed and shattered. He came out of his accident as a miracle and amazingly telling his therapist that he would complete an Ironman. His therapist then said "if you enter and do it, i will run with you". And so the "I WILL" group was born and that was who was running with Matt Long - apparently the whole day! So we see him coming up the street and my head is thinking "oh god I hope he makes it, but it doesn't seem so". Flash forward to 11:57pm we hear chanting and the oval breaks out into a frenzy as we see Matt Long's group heading our way. There was banging, and yelling "Matt, Matt, Matt..."....he rounds the corner limping the whole way, and crosses the line at 11:58pm...with 2 minutes to spare. I had tears streaming down my face. Hollywood could not have scripted this moment better.
My experience with the Ironman is this: I am awe-struck by the determination of these athletes. I personally can't imagine doing what they do, but I have resolved to better my physical program by signing up for a Running Room Clinic and would like to try a road bike. Will I try an Ironman someday? - probably not, my swimming is very very sub par. However, every time I open my mouth to complain, I will remind myself of Jason from his wheelchair to Ironman story, the man who swam with one arm, and Matt Long who came back from the brink of death and kicked the grim reapers ass!