WHOLLY KAMOLLIE!

What a horrifically self testing day I had at Ironman New Orleans 69.1 . . .

Lets talk about Friday and Saturday leading up to Sunday's NOLA 70.3 race.

Friday:

I began having cramps in my stomach.  I was feeling woozy, but didn't feel sick.  I tried not to think much about it thinking it was just a fluke feeling.  THEN the onslaught took over and I was poooooooo-ing non stop.  HOW ABOUT THAT FOR TMI!!!

This continued into Saturday and I was worried.

I had put at minimum a bottle of Pepto Bismo in my belly as well as a small bottle of Imodium AD . . . How did that help you you ask?

NOT A BIT.

As I drove to the race site Sunday morning I was convincing myself to do this race, but I was losing the battle with myself.

Next:

I am only competent in one area of my triathlon and that is the swim.  I like my bike, but the bike hurts.  I actually love the swim and never feel tired or as if I have exerted much energy during the swim.

OF COURSE - The swim was canceled due to high winds.  First let me say this.  There has been much discussion about whether the race should have been canceled.  I think it was the best call at the time from what I saw.

TIME TRIAL Bike start.

The wind was in out face and beating the tar out of me the first 10 miles and then I got hit with my first of many stomach cramps.  I'm thinking I was on my period, as if I knew what that is like . . .

This continued for the entire bike and I thought it might be the BIG D - diarrhea - kicking in again and so I hit the port o potty and nothing, but more cramps.

As I pulled into transition - beat by the wind and tore UP by the cramps I had decided I was done.  Just put a DNF by my name I was cooked, done, it was OVER.  I even told a few of my friends that I was toast and not going out on the run . . .

I arrived at my rack position, racked my bike and began packing up my transition bag to go home.

I had a record breaking 21 minute transition!

I was not going to be a puss for my first major tri that I was prepared for since my major surgery in Jan 2010 because of a little cramping in my little belly . . .

So I was off on the run . . .

Needless to say I was pissed at myself for the next 13 miles for not just taking a DNF, but I finished.

It was ugly, I spent more time in port o potties than one person should have.  I high fived people, I cheered for others, and ultimately like a wounded dog, I shuffled across the finish line.

I feel horrible today and I still have the sh*ts, excuse my french . . . But I finished.

It was ugly.  I was ugly.  I hope I feel better.

CHEERS!