Ironman
The world championship Ironman triathlon is held here in
Kona. It is a huge event with 1822 athletes at the starting line
this year. The race consists of a 2.4 mile swim followed by a 112
mile bike ride followed by a 26.2 mile run. This year's winner
finished the race in just over eight hours. Spending thirty
minutes on a treadmill seems like a long time to me, I can't imagine
eight hours.
The race started at 6:45am. We purposely showed up early so we
could get a good view. We found a decent open spot and waited
there for about an hour for the race to start. Ten minutes before
the race started, the old lady in front of us decided she needed to
stand on the retaining wall, totally blocking what little view we had.
It took nearly an hour for the first of the swimmers to get back.
By then we had moved to another spot near the start of the bike
course. When coming out of the water, some of the swimmers need a
few seconds before their legs worked again. Some swimmers even
needed to be carried up the stairs. Most managed to run to their
bikes and ride off as if there was nothing to it. I was thinking
that swimming across the harbor would be a long ways. These
swimmers swam out of sight then back again.

The fastest bike course times are about four and a half hours.
While the athletes were out in the heat peddling across the island, we
decided to head home, eat breakfast and take a nap. As you can
imagine, with so many spectators watching the event, parking was a
nightmare. We parked a mile or so away then walked down to the
starting line. Unfortunately, on the way back, we realized that
we had parked on the far side of the race course which was now crowded
with speeding bicyclers that were not at all interested in slowing down
for pedestrians. It took a few minutes but we did finally manage
to find a gap large enough to dart across. I'm pretty sure we
didn't cause any racers to lose the race because of our mad dash across
the street.
Later in the afternoon we decided to go back into town and watch the
race some more. The best of the racers finish in eight hours,
most don't. Twelve hours would be an excellent finish time.
Midnight, seventeen hours after the start of the race, is the cut-off
time.
We joined the crowd downtown and watched the competitors run across the
finish line. Most appeared to be in good shape, tired but happy and
still able to walk on their own. One guy even stopped and did
push-ups on the finish line. Others collapsed and couldn't take
another step.
We got Burger King for dinner then sat outside and cheered on the
racers until a little after dark. Where we sat we could see
runners heading down the hill with only a mile left to go. Again,
many of them made it look easy while others were obviously pushing
themselves beyond their limits. You could see the agony on many
of their faces as they tried to ignore their cramps, blisters and
overwhelming fatigue. We could also see runners heading up the
hill with over 11 miles left to go. It was amazing to think that
they had been at it all day long, it was well past dark and they still
had 11 miles to go. We didn't stick around until midnight to see
which ones made it.
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