Busso 19

[KieranR 1,819]

That was ****ing hard - you find me a tougher one day sporting event that physically and emotionally challenges you like Ironman does then I’ll buy you a bottle of whatever you drink.

I knew from the outset I was in for a tough day but I wasn’t prepared for what happened to me, I simply couldn’t have known what was going to play out

Swim, good, got in a good comfy pace for me and felt comfortable, had to fend off a few annoying swimmers who can’t sight or swim straight and one who constantly kept grabbing my feet, once I sorted that out I had a good swim, try find a more beautiful swim than Busselton.....you won’t, not even Taupo NZ tops it., got to the end of the 3.8km swim and took my time getting up the beach, like I said before I was under no expectations today. 

T1- bedlam! Joint was packed, found me chair, got the wetsuit off and then promptly stripped the budgys off and stood there in all my nakedness, the women helpers were great emptying my bag out while I’m in the nude Vaseline ing up the ball bag for the big 180km ride to come.  Got out of the change tent and trotted our To my bike feeling good.

Bike-180km, jumped on and rode away from the mayhem of the mount line, in the process riding straight over someone bottle
Of nutrition they had dropped, I hit it and the bottle burst open....sorry mate, that was unavoidable, off I went riding away from town in quite a nice pace I felt, remembering I had no power Meter or bike computer today so it was completely by feel.  As I left T1 I had a mouthful
Of my nutrition.  This was the start of the problem.  20km down the road I all
Of a sudden projectile vomited straight out in front of me, it nearly travelled the 12m distance to the next bike, WTF happened there I thought, never mind, I had a drink of water and boom, out it came as well, oh oh this isn’t good I thought, I hung tough but when I next had a bit of nutrition, within seconds up it came, this happened every time
I fed which during an Ironman is every 15 mins. I managed to hang onto the bike infront of me
For the first 90km but as soon as we left for the second loop I just knew I couldn’t hold the pace, so I backed it off.

Approx 20km into the second loop I was in a world
Of trouble, I was starting to feel lightheaded and double vision so I pulled into an aid station and promptly sad the bike on the ground and sat myself in the shade, the aid station helpers were great, through some
Wet towels on me etc but there’s only so much they can do, next thing I know I’m being woken up by them after ive fallen asleep in the chair for twenty minutes. I was quickly asked if I was pulling out.  That’s a negative was the reply and I hopped back on my bike and rode away.  Next aid station it started coming out the arse as well.  No need to talk about that in detail, safe to say I visited most ports loos on the bike course.  Had one
More rest at an aid station and made my way to T2, still vomiting profusely every time I tried to feed.

T2- quickly asked for a medic who took me to the medical centre, her words were, we just going into have a chat with the nurses and doctor, do some observation and then see where we go, but we are not pulling you out of the race yet.  I agreed to go, got my run gear on first.  I’d lost 5.9kg on the bike 😳,  this was not good, I knew that, next thing I have an anti nausea tablet placed infront of me
Advising to take this as I had explained it felt like a severe case of constant sea sickness, so I took it, no other instructions from the doctor
Or nurse, next moment I get told by the doctor that I’m being officially withdrawn from the race due to medical intervention by way of giving me a tablet.  An adult temper trantrum followed along with a stern talking from me to the doctor about my year I’ve had and how important it was for me to finish this race, there is absolutely no way I’m being withdrawn from this race, I was still coherent, just sick, something I was willing to put up with.  So up
I got and walked out of the
Medical tent with a renewed enthusiasm.  That lasted all of 300m because that when I felt the next projectile vomit coming, I quickly worked out that’s as much as I can run before it starts to come
Up.  Three Seles later I seemed pretty sure I had nothing left in the guts.  How wrong was I......anyway it didn’t get better, the marathon played out as a 300m jog, 500ish Meter walk for the vast majority, I had improved somewhat to where I could keep down Ice cubes.  Nothing else.

It made the marathon very long but at the end of the day it’s done now, another Ironman in the bank, it’s time for some rest.  

Did I find the spark? I’m not sure, but I will be lining up for another Ironman somewhere again.  It’s part of what I do, I do love the pain and suffering. 

Thanks for the support, greatly appreciated.

 

now for the trannies report,

jumped in about 90 seconds after rat dog and 3 seconds before stikman, stikman gone, rat dog no where to be seen, onto the bike, rat dog came flying past me at 30km, I did not try to keep up because I think he may be wearing the suit that fitted him 25kg ago and you could see his arse right through it, I didn’t need that so let him go 😂.  Saw stikman at 45km pulled up chatting to someone at a penalty box area. Didn’t see Katz or anyone other trannies on the bike.  60km and is reeled rat dog in, HAd a quick chat and kept on going, he must have come past me on the second lap as I was sleeping because we crossed paths again somewhere around 140km, I then had another rest and same thing, then caught back up with about 4km to go, both hurting bad.  I went into T2 and called a medic, rat dog came flying through transition, on a mission.  Out on run course I saw RD as I just got out, explained the medic stuff and he was already through 2km, by the time I got back to 2km I saw stikman and had a chat, Zed joined us, he looked shit, calf gone I think he said, he was 20km In already. Off we went.  Lap went by and I’d caught back up to RD, saw Katz, she was happy and doing her thing.  Then it was just a death march to the end, swapped pleasantries with each other as we crossed paths all night. Humdrum out on course catching up with each of us up in no mans land each lap.

the end

[Flanman 2,322]

Nothing like having a boring race in WA. Mate, I’ve never read a race report so compelling. To finish Busso in that condition is quite extraordinary. Congratulations (I think) for not permanently injuring yourself. 
 

I hope you are having a rest and seeing a doctor now. Stay safe

FM

PS: With that loss of weight, I think you won the Biggest Loser Challenge. 

[more 516]

"20km down the road I all Of a sudden projectile vomited straight out in front of me "

What do you reckon this was about-did you swallow a lot of sea water or something? Thanks for the awesome write up, well done!

 

 

 

 

[KieranR 1,819]

41 minutes ago, more said:

"20km down the road I all Of a sudden projectile vomited straight out in front of me "

What do you reckon this was about-did you swallow a lot of sea water or something? Thanks for the awesome write up, well done!

 

 

 

 

Nope no sea water went in so I’m perplexed as to why this happened

[Cat Lady 744]

when people talk about gutsing it out to the end I'm pretty sure they meant metaphorically rather than literally. 😀

Well Done!!!!

[Cape_Horn 300]

I have no real words for how to reply to that, I am very impressed you managed to finish, but like you inferred, it is is a mental game, and some days you do just need to finish what you start. Well done.

[zed 1,416]

Great report mate, good to see u out there suffering along with the rest of us! 

[Ayto 586]

Good stuff mate. Sorry your day didn't go as planned but kudos for gutsing it out!