It's 2 am, and I'm fully awake. In bed, desperately trying to fall asleep. But I can't.
In 2 hours I need to wake up and be ready for the longest and hardest day of this year, Ironman Copenhagen.
I thought I had the nerves under control... It wasn't true.
It turned out that the second Ironman is even harder the first one. When you are Ironman rooky, your goal is straightforward, just to finish the race.
But when you are racing again, you have higher expectations. You want to prove yourself that you weren't just lucky the first time, that you really deserve it.
Sunday, 20th August 2017
After a very rough night, I woke up surprisingly fresh and ready.
Grzesiek, my close friend whom I was racing with, looked strong and confident too. We knew that we were going to have a cracker day!
We had a big support crowd with us, Joanna, Alicja and Paweł, and Zbyszek. They did a fantastic job throughout the day, cheering us up and never stop believing. The challenge felt much easier and doable with their help.
It might sound banal, but it's true: surround yourself with people who believe in you, no matter what, and you can reach the stars.
You can call us crazy, but for me it's crazy not to try, to dream, to push.
We have amazing bodies who love to be challenged, we should celebrate that fact and work them to their maximal potential.
But the narrow course and the very tight turns made it tough anyway.
I managed to stay calm and relaxed for most of the swim. The only couple of times I had to swim over, under or around the people, who fought back with the high elbows and deadly breastroke kicks.
Then, suddenly, my left calf cramped, badly. Fron that point the kicking was not an option, and it was only a "surviving swimming."
I've finished in 01:13:59. I was hoping for 1:06 but taking the circumstances I'm pleased with my time.
My nutrition was good, I stuck to the plan.
After 90km I've realized that my time finish time would be close to 11h.
I wanted sub 11! Last year in Ironman Barcelona I've missed sub 12 by 3 minutes, finishing 12:03. I didn't want to make this mistake again.
Bike split 05:32:34, with the average 33.5km/h.
Good bless aid stations! A sip of water, 2 sips of flat coke and you feel fresh for another 10min.
I was on time for sub 11 for the first 20km, and then I slowed down.
My goal was in jeopardy.
With 10km to go and 50 min spare, for me, the race has started again.
I did go for it. Going 5km/min pace, pushing my battered body to its limits. It hurt. Very bad.
When I've passed a 1km to go mark, I knew I've done it.
Finish time, 10:58:31.
I've flown through the finished line, received the medal, and then cried for good 5min. Pure emotions overtook my body and mind. Those long hours of pain, discomfort, and exhaustion, it didn't matter now.
Can I have a post-race burger and beer, please?
Stairs, especially walking downhill and using the toilet are challenging. And the deep hunger doesn't go away.
I'm proud of my final time and the whole preparation process. There are a couple of things which needed to be tweaked. In October I race middle distance, and I want to go under 5h.
But this can and must wait. I am planning to be lazy for next couple of days;)