The Day I Became an IRONMAN: The Finish Line

My dream.....it was coming true.  My IRONMAN finish line was here.  I chose to give the finish its own blog because it was simply its own experience. It was 2 minutes of my life I will never forget.  I remember everything.....every face.....every feeling.  It was magic in every sense of the word.  It was my moment and it was perfect.

In the year leading up to this moment, I had dreamed the finish and how it would play out a hundred times.  In all of them, I had this perfectly cheesy smile.  I was gonna stop and walk and hug everyone, but then the time came and nothing I had dreamed could have compared.

I passed that "To Finish" sign and a wave of deep emotion hit me.  My joy played out in raw tears.  Rosario, my fellow teammate saw me and ran the 100 yards to the finishing chute.  I couldn't contain my tears, "I did it."  I told her.  "I really did it."  I was simply overwhelmed and my tears kept coming.

My emotion surprised me, but frankly, I had surprised me.  My emotion came from this overwhelmed place.  You see, in all of my reading, prepping and planning for the marathon I had held onto one big reality--Not many first-time IRONMAN racers run the whole marathon.  In fact, countless articles and athletes confirmed.....you should absolutely plan on run walking the marathon.  So I honestly will tell you that I planned to have to walk.  I just told myself to run until I absolutely needed to.

And there I was.......at the finish having run the whole marathon.  I had planned to let myself walk but I just never needed to.  The body will achieve what the mind can believe.  I believed I could be one of those rookies that could run it all and I DID!

I ran into that finishing chute a new woman.  I had found someone on that course  who was more capable than I ever thought and that person I discovered was ME.

Bethany, You are incredible, You are amazing, You are strong, You are an IRONMAN.

I was able to get my tears in check and be fully present for the victory of the finish.  I came around the chute and raised my arms.  I stepped onto that black carpet with the red Mdot logos.  The bright lights seemed to spotlight just me and I had my moment.

I felt everything and reveled in it.  I flew under the finish arch, let out a victory cry and heard those sweet words.....

Bethany Longmire, YOU ARE AN IRONMAN!

I came to a stop even though my body would have continued and rushed into my coach's arms.

"Bethany!  Do you have any idea what you just did?!?" She cried. "Did I come in under 12 hours?"  Her smile said it all, "Not just under 12 hours Bethany, you crushed it in 11:20!"

What????

I looked down  at my watch in disbelief 11:21:22 it read.  I screamed and hugged Dawn with every ounce of joy I felt.  We did it!  Together.  She always believed in me and I had proven her right.  I will never forget it, or her in that moment, or us in every moment that led to my successful finish.  What a year it had been.

My dream became a reality and I made my first mark on the IRONMAN world.

There is a quote in the TRI world, "The sky is not the limit.....I am."

I am an IRONMAN and this chapter of my life has only just begun.

The Day I Became an IRONMAN: The Run

I had made it!!!!! I had made it to the run.  In all of my mental preparation and planning for the race I kept telling myself, "Bethany, just get to the run.  Do everything you need to do to get to the run.  Once you are there, you have it!  IRONMAN is yours."  I am a runner, marathons don't scare me.  What scares me is digestive trouble but no matter what, I knew I could finish the race if I made it to the run.  I knew it.

I raced under that "RUN START" banner  with this incredible realization, "Bethany.....you did it!  You got to the run AND you feel fantastic!!"  Holy Crap I yelled, "I'm gonna be an IRONMAN!!!"  I blasted past the spectators and flew up through the team tents.  The first person I saw that looked familiar was Dawn.

She was screaming and practically jumping up and down with pride.  I was so happy for her and for me.  We had done it and now all I had to do was run a smooth 26.2 miles.  The next group I passed was all of my family  and the AZ TRI Club.  They too were all out cheers and I raced up passed them with my ever plastered smile and huge victorious arms.  I wish I could describe the incredible joy I felt.  This was my moment, my time to truly shine and finish this goal that I had worked so tirelessly on.  This was the moment where all of the friends and family that had watched me over the past year and missed me while I trained got to be a part of the glory.  As I passed I felt this renewed passion.  "Sweet friends and family, I'm gonna go crush this for you!"

I blazed past the spectators and headed out on the first out and back FLYING.  I looked down at my heart rate monitor and it read 175. YIKES.  That's way too high, and at that rate I will crash super fast.  Settle down Bethany, you do still have to run 26 miles.  Okay, okay.........pace down........ settle.........breathe..........run.  Right at about the 1-mile marker, there is a long quiet stretch of the course that was just perfect for some self-evaluation time.  Okay.......nutrition plan......1 GU Gel every 20-30 minutes depending on pace.  Got it.  Salt sticks. Hmm, I was a little depleted on the bike so I am gonna have to be on top of those every 40 minutes or so.  Check.  I hit the 2-mile turn around and downed 2 salt sticks and 1 blackberry GU.  Everything is feeling right.  I headed back to Team Tent row ready to bask in the cheers.

Let me digress a bit here......last year was the first year I attended an IRONMAN race.  I remember cheering at our club tent and watching athlete after athlete pass by through the gauntlet of spectators longing to be one of them.  I dreamed about what it would be like to run down that path between all of my friends and family and hoped beyond hope that I would make it to that moment.  Every day that I would do a training run down in Tempe Beach Park I would dream it and it would embolden me to keep fighting...keep training.

So there I was.  Running the gauntlet.  Everyone was out in full Superhero force to cheer for me.  I felt so humbled and happy.  It was everything I could have imagined and more.  And I just couldn't wipe the smile from my face.  I was feeling so good and strong.  I FELT like an IRONMAN.

I sped away from the club row, through lines of additional spectators and out towards the opposite side of the lake. I saw my dear friends Cassandra Mehan and The Donahues on that stretch.

Around mile 5 I started feeling crampy again so I downed another 2 salt sticks and ate a GU.  Staying on top of the salt sticks was proving to be the key to my feeling good so I really started paying attention to how often I consumed them.  I had settled into a perfect pace and was just doing my thing.  My family had crossed the bridge and met me again at Mile 6 along with my team mate David who was volunteering.  They were the loudest, boldest crew and they were yelling for me.  I was so happy.  It was perfect.  

The miles ticked by with ease and I found myself at mile 9 before I knew it.  Our neighbors Kim and Lucas were there cheering and I also found myself at an aid station hugging my long time friend Cherie.  It was the extra boost I needed to run full force up the "big hill" everyone talks about and head back towards home.  Speaking of that hill I just wanna say, if you give hills power, they will make you feel weak, but if you embrace hills as a chance to grow stronger, then when you have to climb one you will be strong.  I loved that hill (both times I ran it).

I came down that hill and back towards the lake only to see my husband, my parents, and my sweet friends Rebekah, Bethany and Shannon cheering again for me.  I had to stop for some fast rushed hugs.  My specatators were the best!

I kept moving back across the bridge, around on Rio Salado, took the right turn up towards the turn and saw the sign. "LAP 2" with a left pointing arrow.  OMG........Bethany, You are crushing it!  I made the turned and smiled.  I said to myself, "I am so glad it's not the finish yet........I'm not done running!  This is just too much fun!"

I came back around through the same stretch of team tents and once again saw my ecstatic coach. She yelled at me, "Bethany! You are killing it." I yelled joyously back at her, "I so got this! This is the BEST DAY EVER!"  I ran up again through my family and TRI Club.  My girlfriend Bridgit ran a bit with me amazed at my strength.  "How are you doing this?" to which I happily huffed, "I just HAVE it today!"

Now at this point here at mile 14 I had managed to consume all of my salt sticks and found myself having to solve a potentially big problem.  BIG RULE: You cannot accept any aid from friends or family no matter what.  So me asking for salt sticks from my team or coach was out of the question.  Most of the aid stations had some form of electrolyte replacement, but I needed much more than a swig of Gatorade.  I ran into the mile 15 aid station hollering, "Electrolytes, electrolytes!"  to which I was given 5 cups of Gatorade....BLEH.  BUT.........they also have pretzels!  While the idea of consuming crunchy pretzels was out of the question I knew I could suck the salt off of them.  So I grabbed a handful as I went blazing by and started sucking on them. I would suck the salt off one and then spit the pretzel and then do it again.  I did this through 2 aid stations until I found a BASE Electrolyte tent.  It worked and I was so proud of myself for having "worked the problem" and I never had to slow down.

I ran through the gauntlet again filling up my fatiguing body with cheers and high fives.  I smiled and squealed with glee, "I'll see you all at the finish line!"

At mile 17 I saw my friends Matt, Tara, Mason and Katie and before I knew it I was cruising past mile 18 and feeling INCREDIBLE.  YES, I was tired. YES, I could feel lots of muscles, but I had it.  I had trained more tired than this! As I once again reentered into the long stretch of the course I mentally high fived myself.  Bethany, you are strong, your body is trained and capable.  You can run the rest of this marathon.

The miles go by much differently in the IRONMAN marathon as compared to a regular marathon.  They go by faster and easier.  Once you are out there for 8 hours, 4 more doesn't make it harder.  My pace was smooth and easy.  I am a fat burning machine and in my heart, I AM A RUNNER.  I headed into the final 6 miles of the course in a sort of zen like place.  I had my girlfriend Melissa and her husband show up around 21 and I recharged my batteries for the final push.  

It was dark and I once again came to the big hill. I told myself, "Bethany, you will not walk this hill."  My legs were beginning to scream at me and with every step I was feeling them.  Even so, I couldn't wipe my smile off.  I got this!  The hill came and I bent my head low and forged on.  My sweet hill angels Debbee and Doug Donahue came strolling by on their cruisers and simply said, "What hurts?  We are going to pray you up this hill."  I nearly cried.  Not because of pain or because I felt I couldn't do something.  No, quite the contrary.  I felt the tears because it was dark and very lonely along that stretch of the course and the Lord had brought me 2 special friends who were on their bikes and could literally travel beside me up the hill.  I felt covered, supported and completely loved.  I wish I could have spared more energy to talk to them, but I had to yield all of my energy to the remaining miles.  All of a sudden I was at the top of the hill headed down for the final 4 mile stretch.  Friends truly make the load lighter.

I cruised through the aid station at mile 22 and smiled.......O   M    G!  This is it!  The final miles.  I mentally told myself to soak it all in.  Feel everything, look at everyone, breathe in everything because that finish line that I had dreamed about for years is literally right around the corner.  

My right foot was beginning to threaten a charlie horse cramp.  I took a salt stick and talked my foot out of it.  "I get it body....we are tired......but we are strong so just do it!"  I did it.  I felt every step and when I turned onto Rio Salado and saw Mile 25 I felt overwhelmed.  The end had come so fast......too fast.......I started soaking in the reality that I had CRUSHED my first IRONMAN.  I didn't know to what extent, but what I knew was that I still felt incredible, I hadn't stopped once and I was in the last mile.  My pace quickened, but my heart slowed.  I was so peaceful, content and happy.  I came by all of the spectators lining the street a quarter mile from the finish line and high-fived every single one of them.  They didn't know me......but their smiles as I passed confirmed what I was just realizing.....I had just done something really special and moving and inspirational.

I turned right on Rio Salado and saw the turn. 2 hours ago I had headed back on my second loop. Not this time.  This time I was directed by that amazing sign and it simply said, "TO FINISH" with an arrow pointed straight ahead.............