Onto the bike, I couldn't feel my feet but quickly started tapping out a solid cadence and found a rhythm. I had a great first 56 miles of rollers and hills, coming through in 2:36, but then an IT band issue started to affect my left knee and I was left with one leg to power up the remaining lap's inclines. I chalk this up to not enough massage work, improper gearing, and a need to change my seat tilt a bit, easy to correct. Additionally, for anyone looking to do this race, make sure you have a 39 small chain ring or smaller. I ride a 54/42 crankset, and the 42 is a little too much for these hills, as I was not able to spin comfortably with a 25 rear cassette ring. I finished the second lap in 2:48, which was ok with one climbing leg but not my goal. I did nail my nutrition on the bike so I figured the run would go fine.
The run started out well, finding a comfortable pace of 8:30ish, and continuing to stay hydrated and fed. The gels started to not go down too well, and I hit a GI distress point on the way back to town on the first of two laps. I tried to force the gels down until mile 14, when I had to walk/jog/walk a few miles until I discovered a miraculous thing called Cola. Having lived in Atlanta near the Coca Cola Bottling Company, I am ashamed that it took me so long to drink the famous Cola during my race. The sugar and caffeine picked me up and I flew the last 7-8 miles, finishing in a faster pace than I had gone all day. I passed racer after struggling racer in those last miles to finish in 10:37, which I feel is a respectable beginning to my Ironman experience. My awesome wife Tiffany, of now 5 years, was waiting for me at the finish in the VIP tent, so I was excited to lean on her and tell her how happy I was the day was over and how I would never ever do another Ironman. Two hours later, I was dissecting my race and planning out how I would fix my issues for future Ironman races, c'est la vie pour un Ironman!



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