Well, now that I've made you wait with bated breath on the actual RACE DAY, let's fix that!!!
|What, WHATS next?!?|
Two down, one to go!! And if you know the hubster at all, this was his nemesis: the run. He has gotten oodles better in the last year, but I knew that he was a bit nervous about it. First marathon post 112 miles of biking and 2.4 miles of swimming? No sweat :-P
As the hubster changed his "costume" in transition 2, Dad G. and I hustled off to mile one to get ready to bring out our cheering section action! We situated ourselves at the top of hill one to get him up it, and cheered our little hearts out. The soon to be IM reported some cramping, but felt really good about the bike and swim, and relayed the AWESOMENESS of his day. Super excited to hear that! We parted ways, and Dad G. and I took a nice stroll down the course to try top hit up the hubster at mile 9 (the course does a loopy and then an out and back). We walked about 2-3 miles down the course (Dad G. is a super trooper and walked probably about 10 miles with me by the end of the day!!) Waited once we got to mile 9, chatted it up, and sooner rather than later saw....OUR BOY!!
Looked great, ran a few steps with me, and got the big ole thumbs up. YAY, still happy and going strong! So now what? Well, we walked again back to mile 14/1 to catch him on his second loop. Looked at projected finish times...still too soon to tell :-)
And about 20 minutes later, we saw him! YAY!! Still truckin' still going strong! Dad looks at me and says "Now what?" Well, we walk :-P I told him I was gonna walk the course again down to the out and back to give our boy a rah rah on his last 5 miles!!
Headed out to River Road....about about 45 minutes later....HERE WE COME! Less than 10k to go! At this point, he was hurting a bit more, but we did the essential "finger check".
Me: Hey, does your pinkie hurt?
The hubster: Nope. Feels good. I'm good to go :-)
Sweet! We chatted up for a bit, then I left my man to finish the last of the course...out the last two miles...back through the Olympic Oval....to..Mike Reilly saying...
GREG GLASER, YOU ARE AN IRONMAN!!! 14:41:42. 140.6 miles of glory. 7 months of training. And he did it!
Once again, so. stinkin'. proud. I love you, baby!
But why take my secondhand narrative's word for it? Read the real deal right here!!!