So, I didn't run on Friday as planned. I took a sleeping pill Thursday night to try to get some rest and it worked a little TOO well. It wasn't nearly as bad as my wine and NyQuil adventure, but it was close. However, I put in a solid 6 miles on Saturday at a 7:45 pace.
Sunday however, was not about running - it was about volunteering....and hugging people in wet-suits.....and port-a-pottys (and football and wine). You know, just like every other Sunday. Sunday, along with RunnurMark, I was a Swim Spotter Volunteer for Ironman Arizona 2010. Mark and I had previously chatted back and forth about how he wanted to volunteer so that he could get first dibs at signing up for IM AZ 2011. One thing led to another and
The day started out early. REALLY early. We all huddled around and learned what the crap a swim spotter did. Basically our job was to help swimmers out of the water who had decided that they had enough and wanted to quit.
Learning how to do what we do....at 5:30am
In addition to swim spotters, they had kayakers, jet-skiers, and boaters helping to keep everyone safe. I did, however, have to laugh to myself when the leader of the boat group gave a lecture about how everyone was there to keep swimmers safe, not to party. He followed that along with "I want everyone to have fun, but I don't want everyone out there blasting Coldplay music, partying or anything". Really dude? Coldplay?? If his idea of "fun" is blasting Coldplay while freezing on a boat at 6am I'm sure he is a RIOT on new years eve.
The pros being led by a stand-up surfer.
If you look close, the stand up surfer is under the bridge even with the sun's glare
A bunch of off color jokes and 2 pee breaks in the bushes later and the age-groupers were off. Hearing 2500 people swimming all at once was INTERESTING. It sounded like a waterfall - and I'm sure did indeed feel like swimming in a washing machine like everyone says.
After 30 minutes or so, most of the swimmers were now passing in front my my station about a mile in. Surprisingly, I had to help with pulling SEVEN people out of the water at my station alone. Most were hypothermic or had cramped up and couldn't swim anymore. That just makes it all the more amazing that so many people were able to finish.
Some runners were just a "BIT" off course. Learn to sight buddy!
Once I was done with my volunteer duties, Mark and I both needed to take care of business. Apparently, saving lives makes you have to pee. Before we went in, he asked me if I knew what the Joystick was for in the port-o-pots. I responded that I had NO idea what he was talking about but had to take a picture to see if anyone else knew. The best that we could come up with is that it was some sort of horrible horrible claw game? Anyone else know??
$0.50 gives you a horrible "prize"
With our volunteering done at 9:30, we had the entire day to
Either this is a horrible porn movie title or is the place where people who are caught drafting have to go.
RunnurMark, RunningLaur, my wife and brother in law all watched the bike course for a few hours. It was amazing to see all shapes and sizes of bikers - including fellow blogger buddy IronChad. One thing that was not fun however was the rain. The Phoenix weather forecasters had been hollering about the rain all week long. Usually, in the desert, that means that it will sprinkle for 3 minutes and then stop. Turns out, even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in a while - and even the weather man is right on occasion. We got POURED on while watching the bike (oh, and all of the bikers were poured on too...whatever).
My wife, while smiling, was not impressed with the rain. She did, however like my rain poncho that I picked up at one of my previous races.
Finally, I know what you are thinking. "Wait - no poop references Adam!?" Ohh, silly blog reader. You know me better than that. While watching the race with Mark, I learned all sorts of interesting tidbits that I didn't know about triathlon. One of the best was peeing while biking. I knew that it happened because of Frayed Lace's blog but never put two and two together that the pee / poop had to go somewhere. I'll give you two guesses why the bike catchers in transition #2 are wearing rubber gloves. You're only going to need one guess.