This weekend was a busy, fun one for the whole family. Robie was competing in the first St. George Ironman. After breaking his collarbone last year and missing both Florida and Vineman, he was feeling excited, nervous and scared.
I think he felt like he had done the training, but he was terrified of the weather - he was prepared for the cold and thought it would be raining, but when we got there, he was actually more worried it was going to be really windy - I mean, REALLY windy. In fact, on Friday, we drove out on the biking section of the course, and some of the "road closed" signs (the big diamond shaped ones) had completely blown over. We went out to the swim course as well, which was beautiful!
The racers had to get up early (2:30 am - for the record, I couldn't even do a 5k after getting up at that hour, but that's just me), so he stayed with our friend, Tom, who was also doing the race. I was so nervous for him on Friday night - maybe because my mom reminded me of the last Ironman they had in Utah and how someone had died on the swim. I was just really hoping he would survive (plus if he was going to go die, the irony of working in the swim industry and dying on the swim would have just been too much).
Saturday morning, I watched online as the athletes started the swim. When I figured he was almost to the section we were going to watch him at, we all loaded up in the cars and headed over. Race day was a long day for all of us. If I could sum up the day for the kids in one word, I would say, "rocks." It seemed like everywhere we went, they found ways to play in rocks. Even though he came by on the bike right around the time when we expected him, there is still always a lot of waiting since you want to get there before you think he will come, just in case he is going faster than you expect, blah, blah. Anyway, Lauren entertained herself by using these big rocks that were on the side of the road to build a "rock fire" which is basically a bunch of rocks all piled up while Fox kept happy trying to eat the little pebbles (safety first, after all).
When we saw Robie, he was about 1/2 way through the bike and was still smiling, which in Robie language means he was feeling pretty good (as most people know, he doesn't fake emotions, so when he is feeling crappy you know it). Sad that most of the course is covered with gorgeous scenery and this is what we took a picture of... oh well.
After that spot, we had to drive some of the course to get to the transition areas. I was really hoping we would catch up to him on the drive and get some cool pictures and let the kids cheer out the window, but the speed limit for cars was 35 and all the racers were going between 35 and 40 miles an hour because that section was almost completely downhill, so we never caught up to him again until we saw him at the end of the bike. Robie had secured some VIP passes through his work, which made it easy for us to come and go from the finish line/transition area because it not only provided food throughout the day, but also a special parking area close to the race. Close to the finish line (technically I guess the finish line was close to this, since I'm sure this is there all the time), anyway, they had this fun rock section with water where the kids could run around and jump in the water (it was warm in the sun, but the breeze was quite cool). Anyway, we had a while before he was going to finish the bike, so this worked great to keep everyone happy.
As we moved over to the bike/run transition area, the kids found these landscaping rocks. As I'm standing there trying to get Fox to take a nap (miraculously I did get him to sleep for a few minutes), I hear the girls banging the rocks together.
When I asked what they were doing, Brooke said they were trying to make a bowl, you know, like the Indians used to do. Hey, whatever keeps them happy, right?
Robie had a white top on with white arm warmers. I swear at least 20 people had some sort of similar look going and I can not tell you how many times, I turned around to the kids with the frantic, "here he is - he's coming" and after they jump up and come running over I realize it is in fact someone that doesn't even really look that much like him. sort of funny, also sort of annoying to the kids, oops. As he came in on the bike, I tried to run down and see him coming out of the transition area, but that created a little confusion, because he saw me but was looking for everyone else, so I was yelling at him to just keep going and they were down farther. Thanks to the VIP parking, we could come and go fairly easy, so we waited for a while and then headed out to the turnaround of the run loop. They had to finish the same loop twice on the run (which was seriously the hardest marathon humanly possible (is it possible that they were running uphill both directions?) , so we saw him at each side of the loop. At miles 6.8 and 13 - the first 2 times we saw him - it was all excitement, but at mile 19-ish, we waited and waited and waited. 25 minutes after we thought he would come by he came up and his stomach was done. I guess 10 hours of squirting liquid nutrition and one peanut butter sandwich just wasn't cutting it! He finished in 12 hours and 51 seconds. It was really fun for me to have most of my family there to watch him finish. My sister, Kath and her husband Darrell were there, and I was totally surprised that my little brother, Mike even came down with my parents and Emily, Dan and Sam.
After the rest of my family left, we thought we were waiting for our friend, Tom, to finish, so the girls played in their favorite rock section while we watched the video screen to see him come in. Unfortunately 30 minutes later we realized that Tom had actually already finished 40 minutes prior and we had totally missed him. At around 10:30, we thought we were ready to head back to the house we were staying at, but right before we left town, Robie's stomach was bugging him even more at which point I figured he better go back to the medical tent, since the house we were staying at is about 30 minutes outside of St. George. He had visited the tent after the Vineman (same distance of a race), but in that medical tent, they just had him lay there and suck it up. In St. George, they gave him some sort of anti-nausea medicine and he was feeling so much better only 30 minutes later! We made it back to the house we were staying at around 12:15 am - and all the kids but Fox were still awake - eek!
The Air Force One section is cool - you can go inside the plane as well, which I actually didn't think was that exciting, but just the views and the setup of the room is amazing... .