This was my 4th year in a row at this race. It was my 7th 70.3 triathlon. These numbers still amaze me. I remember just starting triathlon. Ironman was just a pie in the sky dream at that time. But over time and with a hell of a lot of hard work and sweat and 4:45 am alarms, I have become stronger and even a little faster. Triathlon is a wild sport. So much to learn, so much to work on. How hard are you willing to push? Will you blow up? Will the legs agree to pedal hard for 56 miles then allow to run 13.1 after a 1.2 mile swim? Where do you plan on making up time? Does chilling 10 minutes on the bike save 20 on the run? Do you just go fast and try not to blow up?
Friday morning the nerves set in. Packed up half my house, which is what it feels like to make sure I have everything for a race of this magnitude. And I managed to forget my pillow. DOH! Once packed I got my massage, had lunch with Brittney and off to Muncie I went. The first nasty storm blew through as I was arriving. The parking lot was a muddy mess. I met Kalen, Katie and Nate at the athlete briefing and then we experienced the NormaTech boots

After getting our legs massaged, our packets picked up, I attempted to leave. It took 3 different route tries to not get my SUV stuck in the mud. A minivan was stuck in the aisle in between cars. My SUV was filthy by the time I made it out. Off to the hotel to get my room. The 2nd storm arrived while enroute to hotel. The rain was crazy. Then the hail started. Flooding took over roads. This triathlete just hoped it was a cold rain to cool the reservoir water so we could wear wetsuits the next day! I went to my hotel room and brought Vengeance up. I tried a new to me trick, I used Saran Wrap to put my race number stickers on it. That way after the race, there is no sticky residue on the frame. This worked really well. Tires were pumped up and she was ready to rock!

Went to dinner with Nate, Mike, Kalen, and Katie. Always great company the night before a race with triathletes having similar goals. All of us had a 70.3 mile triathlon in front of us just hours away. Back to the hotel I went and got my kit and race belt ready.
Lights out at 9:30pm. Alarm set for 3am. Mike had the unfortunate luck of getting to registration and hour and a half later than me and the 2nd storm shut everything down. So he, along with many other athletes didn't have their packets. They would have to prepare stickers and other stuff before the race in the morning. We all know I like to get to races early to get good parking, now I would have competition! We left our hotel at 3:30am and were at the site around 4. This a picture of the moon still above the reservoir we swam in at about 4:30am.
The announcement was made. Water temp was 76 degrees! Wetsuit legal by .1 degrees! WHEW! I put my nutrition bottles on Vengeance and carried my stuff into transition. Transition area was set up and back to body marking I went. Thats when I found Colleen
and other Team RWB Eagles!


So I walk over to the high school aged girls who are doing body marking. I tell the girl my number and my age (37). I offer my left calf for my age and she says she's supposed to use right calf. I know which calf she uses makes no difference to anyone but me. I didn't want my tattoo covered up in any way. But whatever. She says she will write over it. So in Sharpie, she writes 47!!! Aged me 10 years! OMG!! Now I start wondering if I look 47???? After I see her mistake, I politely go back to her and ask her to fix this.

Thats much better, I guess. After wishing people luck and a few trips to porta potty (yep, I took a poopfie)
I was ready to race!

My wave went off at 7:10. There were 2 waves ahead of me. The start of the swim is always chaotic. Lots of swimmers in only so much room. Bumping, kicking, and the occasional hits are common. I found my rhythm and just moved forward. One big reason I love IM brand races is the many buoys that help with sighting.
We swam across the reservoir, made a right turn and then another right turn to head back towards shore. On the way back in, the sun was directly in our eyes. Sighting was difficult. Tried staying in between the kayaks and was always happy to see a buoy. One swimmer actually grabbed my left ankle and held on for about 5-10 seconds. I thought my timing chip was going to get pulled off. I stayed moving forward but was happy to get that done. A quick stop at the wetsuit strippers (my favorite volunteer term!) and off to T1. Its a bit of a jog from the water to T1 in Muncie, but you take whats given to you. Mounted up for the 56 mile bike ride ahead. I had told a first timer a few days before, "Just don't smoke your legs on the bike! You still have a long run ahead of you!" 
Out on the course, there are photographers. I happened to see one up ahead. I struck this pose going about 18mph. I cracked up after the photographer took the pic and laughed himself. All I could think was how much fun I was having and how great I felt. The Muncie bike course goes out about 5 miles to a closed highway where we do 2 loops then come back the 5 miles to transition. I was all out rocking the bike. I was having a blast. I didn't look at splits or my speed, I just knew I was going fast! There was a tiny voice inside my head that questioned, "Are we going too fast? Don't we have a run left?" It must've been the wind, the other racers, and spectators that drowned that little voice out. Because I just kept hammering. I was passing people, I was using the harder gears to keep up my pace. Straight killing it! Then about mile 51, my legs started getting tired. Uh Oh I thought. Were not supposed to get tired yet. I let up on my speed, tried to stretch out the legs. I came back into transition and clicked my watch. 2:38 for 56 miles! Holy smokes, I just averaged 21 mph for 56 miles!!! That was far and away my best bike split. The race energy filled me to push myself. But triathlon is tricky. To be thrilled about my bike split was a double edged sword. Sure I went fast, but now I had to run 13.1.

I took my time racking my bike and switching shoes. My hamstrings were smoked. My quads didn't think pushing that hard on the bike was funny. My brain screamed at me that we knew better. I kept calm and started the run nice and slow. I used my run walk run intervals. People were passing me. I was ok with that. I kept telling myself, "Just work your plan. Don't worry about others." The Muncie run course is 6.55 miles out and back. Hills and little shade. After 2 miles, I felt a little better. The legs stretched out and my spirit lifted. I just stayed focused on moving forward. At the turn around, I was quite happy my legs were feeling good. My brain was getting foggy though and a couldn't remember when I took my last gel. Or when I was supposed to take another. Thats when I knew it was time to get more nutrition in me! In miles 8-10 I started catching people who had passed me early on in the run. That always helps my spirit. I saw teammates going the opposite direction and those high fives are gold! Absolutely incredible seeing so many friends and teammates out there crushing it! Then mile 11, my right hamstring started to warn me that a cramp was coming. Then the left calf said it didn't feel great either. I slowed down to try and walk it out then tried to pick up my pace. I drank Red Bull at the aid stations. Water and gatorade were drank. I was able to keep moving forward, but not quite as fast as I wanted. Then came the final hill. This hill is a jerk. Its just wrong to be put here at the end of a 70 mile race. I see THE BEST CHEER SQUAD EVER! My Team RWB teammates start cheering for me to get up that hill! This is the face I want to show people.

But this is truly how I felt

I was smoked. Everything was tired. I had used up all my energy. I was afraid of cramps attacking my legs. I allowed myself to finally look at my overall time on my watch and I knew a PR was within reach. I hit the top of the hill and the finish line chute was covered in people on both sides. They were cheering loud! I saw more RWB teammates! I actually kinda looked like I was running through the Finish Line! I stopped my watch and saw 5:53. I really wanted to break 6 hours. Muncie was my first 70.3 race in 2014 and it took me 8:17. Last year was 6:12. I showed real improvement (on the bike ;) and was proud of my effort and all the hard work I had done to get to this level of fitness. After almost 6 hours of hard exercise, I broke down crying. I was extremely happy (and tired). The flood of memories of Fat Matt, the hard work, the sacrifices. The SUCCESS! It all came out in tears. Once I composed myself, I cheered in my teammates and got some food. More teammates finished up and we celebrated our victory. Now everyone was supposed to look overly tired in this photo, but I was the only one who followed directions. I believe after a few hours, we all felt this way.

All in all, the race was great! Lessons were learned, fun was had. The best part of triathlon is getting to be around these amazing athletes. People with jobs, parents, students, who make time to better themselves and inspire others. I thank each racer, each volunteer, THE BEST CHEER SQUAD EVER, and all my friends and family who support this crazy life. I was so excited to call Brittney and share my joy with my PR. She told me she watched me finish with my daughters online! Brittney is incredibly supportive and I am one lucky guy to have her! Glad this race report is done, I have IM Ohio 70.3 in 2 weeks!

P.S. Just tri it!