I’ve posted a few more pics while I begin to formulate a recap of what turned out to be the perfect day for me. Others didn’t fare so well. They announced at the awards that this was the 3rd largest DNF Ironman. About 18% of the people didn’t finish. I’m one of the lucky few who did with some gusto and a smile on my face.
I found out that I was 12th out of 87 in my age group and had the 6th fastest marathon of women 30-34. I passed over 600 people on the run according to the results! While that seems a little unrealistic, it truly was a death march for most of the afternoon as the relentless sun blazed down.
Thanks so much for all of the great comments and encouragement! My list of thanks is endless, but it begins and ends with my husband Shawn. This wouldn’t have been half the experience it was without him. He made it relaxing, luxurious, gratifying and, oh so much fun. The only race anxiety I had was whether the hot tub would be warm enough when I got home. Seriously, he did everything. Of course, my “Carrie-Zona” crew of Richard, Steph, Thon and Amy who took time out of their crazy lives to spend a weekend supporting me. Their hi-fives, hugs, photos and blog updates were simply awesome. Plus, they kept telling me how awesome I was and everyone needs a little of that in their lives. Of course, I also have to thank my Mom and Dad for being the troopers that they are. Nine months ago, I couldn’t explain what an Ironman was to them. How do you fathom this race afterall?!? Two days ago, they witnessed first hand all of the good, the bad and the ugly that goes along with it. Plus, they got to see their daughter achieve a new goal that can only be reached through hard work, hard effort and a lot of heart–all of which I learned from them. So really, I only manifested what they’ve instilled in me from day one.
More to come (including videos of the finish and a race report), but for now I’m off to do some light hiking in the Red Rocks of Sedona. Yes, I said hiking.