Yesterday, I got to do just that. While I was running up the big AZ mountain we call Hawes, (most non-Arizonans might call a hill) I was passed by Mike, Dave and Sean on their bikes. "So, they've just started the swim. I hear it's kind of windy and the start was 43 degrees," Sean yelled out to me. I knew exactly what he was talking about: Ironman.
Fourteen Tri-Mesa folks made their way up to St. George for the inaugural event yesterday. And while they were suffering on the swim, the bike and the run, I was doing this:
Tracking my athletes via internet. Notice my chicken scratch updates on the orange paper.
I couldn't cheer them on in person, but I sent them good vibes. I smiled when they got out of the swim and did a woot-woo! as they passed their last timing mat on the bike. Then I excitedly recorded their times as they crossed the finish line.
But I wasn't their only fan.
Constant text message updates came through during the day from spouses and friends. When I stopped into Iron Gear Sports, every person who came in asked how the Arizona athletes were doing. It was a LoveFest for triathletes.
All in all, St. George Ironman 1 was a success. I can't wait to hear stories rehashed over and over til they get better and better. That's the thing about Ironman - bragging rights forever, no matter what time you got. Congratulations to all of you.
And by the way, my fever is back.