Conquer Yonkers!

The rally cry for the weekend was "Conquer Yonkers!" And Hans and Aurelio did just that! Hans, known to many in the club as the perpetual runner, defeats marathon and ultramarathon distances around the world. For some reason he seems to return to the Yonkers Marathon nearly every year. Maybe it's the pull of the race track or the challenge in the hills, but no matter what keeps him running Yonkers, he always posts an amazing, awe-inspiring time!

Aurelio is also known throughout the club as a tough competitor who not only pushes himself, but gently (and sometimes not so gently) pushes the rest of along no matter what our goals or times. We also know that Aurelio has been in the hunt for the elusive sub-3 hour marathon! We all had faith that the day would come when he would acheive his goal. Yonkers proved to be his marathon!

Congratulations to Hans and Aurelio for placing 6th and 7th overall at the 2008 Yonkers Marathon! Hans also placed 1st in his age group with a time of 2:51:11. Aurelio placed 2nd in his age group with a time he has waited for of 2:55:27! Check out all the marathon results!

We also have to mention the Yonkers Half Marathon as well! Ximena and Fernando ran strong into 1:41 and 1:43 times in the half. Great work! (A link to the half results will be posted as soon as they are found - the flrrt.com website is not giving up any Yonkers results right now.)

My First Ironman

Contributed By Janine Leveque

As I sit here and rethink my entire experience, I can’t believe it’s a little over a week since the race. I remember wishing this day to end, and now it is over. I allowed the intimidation of the race called the IRONMAN take control of all my feelings. I trained with determination and wanted to be prepared to conquer. My vision of the day was LONG but it didn’t feel that way at all. I remember asking someone on the sideline, what time is it? It’s 6pm. I was shocked that I was doing this since 7am and it’s now 6pm. WOW!!!

So take a moment to relax and/or drink a nice cold beer as I try to keep my story entertaining for you.

At 3am, I arose from the bed. It was so easy to do because I didn’t sleep a wink that night. I ate my oatmeal and half a peanut butter sandwich. I tried to be extra quiet so I wouldn’t wake Joel but needless to say he too was up all night. After I ate, I went back to bed for another hour. The thoughts that were going through my mind were intense. My main concerns were to get through the swim in one piece, no flats on the bike, and be able to run not walk the marathon.

After my preparation, I found Alan waiting in his car outside my room at 5am. I was happy to see him and my attitude was calm and cool. He drove me to the start and I was ready to conquer the longest day of my life. I got body marked and the morning felt still and quiet. It was so surreal. I went to my bike and stood around just looking at everyone. It didn’t sink in yet that this was the day – The IRONMAN. I went to get my tires pumped and got myself ready for the swim start.

We all had to be out of the transition area by 6:30am. So we stood around waiting by the lake. It was 15 minutes left to the start as we entered the water. Joel insisted I start in the back of the pack. I did not hesitate. Then I lost site of Joel and Syed. There I was in the water by myself just waiting. The time seemed to pass rather quickly. Before you knew it, the announcer said a minute and 30 seconds to the start. Funny thing was I wasn’t scared or nervous one bit. BOOOM! There I was making my way through an aggressive crowd. It was challenging, but you know it wasn’t so bad. I felt relaxed and just focused on finishing the swim. I did get tackled and hit numerous times, but I just continued to swim forward. When I hit the first turn around, there was a big traffic jam. I had to stop swimming and yelled out “let’s go people!” Wow! How aggressive I was! I exited the water at 1h:12m. What a relief to see that time! I made my way to one of the volunteers to remove my wet suit which took him 30 seconds. That was so cool!!! (I think this option should be at all races.)

Alan shouted my name as I was making my way down the swim chute. I was so happy to see him, and I felt GREAT!! Of course I didn’t like the down pour of rain which made me visualize the bike segment. It’s not going to be fun in the rain!! Well, as my friend Suzy says, at the end of the day my health and well-being are more important than a race.

I finally make my way to claim my bike bag and headed to the women’s changing tent. It was dark and muddy. I finally finished getting dressed and the volunteer took my bag to put back on the hook for me. (I liked that option too.) As I exited the tent and ran to my bike, a volunteer shouted # 2381. The next thing my bike was handed to me. It can’t get any better than this! I exited the transition area; I hopped on my bike and start pedaling on this steep downhill. It was very scary. I decided to get off my bike to pass this steep hill because there was a sharp turn ahead. It was not fun and everyone around me felt the same way. One person shouted it’s a day of survival.

I finally get myself back on the bike and prayed that I would survive. I started getting into a groove and said to myself “just take it easy and be conservative.” The hills were massive and long, and the downs were very SCARY!!! I would hit my breaks and literally hear my tires screech. OH MY GOD!! What am I doing?!?!?! I was getting a chill and my teeth were chattering. This is great. I’m freaking cold and wet, and now I have to pee. I remember a friend’s advice: he told us the night before, if you have to pee, do it on the bike. To me this was not an option that I was considering. Well, my bladder was ready to explode. The next thing I knew I was peeing. I can’t believe I am peeing on my bike, but you know at that time it was such a relief it didn’t really matter. The funny thing was it became a habit, and it was a newfound talent I manage to adapt to for the entire bike segment.

As I made my way back to town and completed loop 1, I saw Alan shouting on the sideline. It was great seeing him and I was off for loop 2. My 2nd loop felt a lot tougher. I said to someone “I don’t remember this massive hill.” She agreed. The final 12 miles were the longest. When I finally finished my 2nd loop and conquered the last massive hill in town, the crowd was cheering and saying you got this. I felt very emotional, and I was also relieved that I was completing my weakest segment. I finished and felt good other than my quads were shouting out at me in pain.

I entered the transition area and a volunteer took my bike. (These volunteers are so AWESOME!!) I was off to get my run bag and then to the dark women’s changing tent. I happened to find a seat right by the entrance, which helped on the visibility. A volunteer approached me and said, “If you going to remove any clothes please do sit farther from the entrance.” I said, “Sure I understand.” In all honesty, I could give a hoot if someone saw me bare. I think everyone is focused on the race rather than seeing my bare behind.

Now, I love to run, but man! It’s a whole different concept when you have biked 112 miles. It finally stopped raining at some point. I was experiencing huge stomach pains, and it was such a relief to see a port-a-john up ahead. Let’s just say I made it in time. Another huge stomach pain came on 10 minutes later, and yet again, I made it to the port-a-john. I think throughout the entire run, I must have stopped 10 times, at each port-a-john! It was very annoying, and every time I stopped, my legs cramped. There were no thoughts of having a gel! So I survived with cola, one chocolate chip cookie, chicken broth, and Gatorade. If I didn’t have such horrible stomach problems, I probably could have shaved off 40 minutes from my run. On the 2nd loop, I also felt huge pain in my quads; so much that it penetrated all the way down my legs. Every step I took was agony. I saw someone I knew on the course. I can’t remember his exact words because I was just going through the motions. I think he said, “Is this supposed to be fun?” Well, I sure didn’t find it fun.

The final loop of the run was all pure mental toughness. I remember someone saying to me “Enjoy your moment.” Well that was 10 miles away from the finish, but it got me all teary eyed. I couldn’t wait for that moment. My vision was as I enter the oval, I will have chills from the crowd, a huge smile, and my hands up in the air as I hear those words from the announcer “Janine Leveque you are an Ironman!” This vision was embedded in my brain. I even told Joel a week before the race that I am going to enjoy that moment.

I saw Alan 4 times, and I was looking forward to seeing him each time. It was my only way of surviving; knowing I get some reassurance from Alan. He saw I was experiencing a lot of pain and shouted, “If you have to; WALK.” I did take his advice, but at one point I said, “You have got to run the rest of the way.” I did, and it was extremely painful. I finally saw mile 20 and was so relieved. I had a 10K left before I would be known as an IRONMAN. I think my mental toughness kicked in again as my body became numb to the pain.

As I approach the final 2 miles of the run and climbed up that final mountain, Alan said “Janine you got 3 more miles” and asked if I want him to run with me. Now I was in my own world, but I managed to know where I was. I corrected Alan and said “I have 2 miles, and sorry Alan, I don’t want you to run with me.” First, the last thing I needed was an extra mile, and second, I couldn’t torture anyone with what I was feeling. I managed to continue to hold on and saw a friend by the special needs bags. He was so excited to see me and started running alongside me. I begged “Please don’t run with me.” Whether he was going to or not, I needed to be alone. I needed to be focused, and I was in so much pain. I had one mile left.

The crowd shouted “You are almost there!” Okay, a half a mile left to the finish is a legitimate time to say you are almost there, but not when they yelled that 10 miles ago. I remember saying to a spectator “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Anyway, there I was approaching the finishers’ oval and trying to remember that THIS IS MY MOMENT. I made the turn and heard my name. But it was Joel and Syed cheering me on. I glanced in their direction and waved to them. (If you ask Joel or Syed, they said my wave looked like "please don’t bother me now" gesture. It really wasn’t! I guess I had no strength in my wrist so it kind of flopped around.) I continued to the finish only to miss the crowd cheering and the announcer declaring

JANINE LEVEQUE YOU ARE AN IRONMAN!

I crossed the finish line like a zombie. I was so delirious and wiped out with fatigue. I did manage to see the time on the clock and was so thrilled to see 14h:31m. The volunteer person came to me, and I almost fell to the floor. He walked me around. Joel and Syed found me. Joel smiled and said to me “You are an IRONMAN.” I smiled back, and I felt like I was drunk. I was taken to the medical tent with chills, fatigue, and exhaustion. Joel, Syed, Alan, and Harold were all with me in the medical tent as I was being nursed back to health. What a great staff of people in the medical tent!

The final hours of my IRONMAN day were spent trying to feel better about missing out on not seeing the final finishers. I really wanted to see that, but I hope next year I will feel a whole lot better. It was the most amazing day even with all my pain and suffering. It’s an experience that I will remember for a lifetime. I want to thank all my friends for their support and for giving me all the strength I needed to tackle the most challenging day of my life.

A special thank you goes out to Suzy for joining me on my long runs. She is such an amazing friend for tackling those miles with me. Another special thank you for my friend Alan who drove up to Lake Placid to cheer me on and to give me all the encouragement I needed. What a guy!! My friend, Matt W., thanks for pulling me through in the water, and telling me that I could do this. His words of wisdom gave me strength. Mi flaca, Olga, she made certain that I ate everyday, and I got my rest. She kept me in line; your caring heart and friendship mean so much to me. Lots of hugs to you guys!! Also, a HUGE thanks goes to my friend Lon. I thought of you a lot on that course. I think you were more excited than I was. I want to thank you for your support, and all your positive vibes that I could do this. It helped me tremendously. You are truly an amazing person and a great friend!

To my beloved Joel, he is one amazing athlete. His time was 11h:10m. To be quite honest, without him, I would never have attempted triathlons, let alone the IRONMAN!!! I am so proud of him. He may be tough with me, but he is even tougher with himself. It all pays off with his determination.

Not a Care in the World at the 2008 Tupper Lake Tinman

The drive, as always, was brutal. The night before the race was endless because of the preparation. It didn't help to have a group of people throwing off massive fireworks right by the room. I was going to go out, ask them to keep it down and stop the fireworks, but I looked at my watch as it struck 10 p.m. What a ‘B’ I would be to ruin their fun time for my beauty rest for a race I don't care about. So I just tolerated the loud volume despite feeling like I was in a war zone for 30 minutes. The morning was the typical: stretch, eat, and check my bike; and then we were at the race site within 20 minutes. I felt strange; I don’t know whether I was feeling sick from a cold brewing or uneasy knowing this is all training for something bigger. I unpacked in the transition area and got everything together with ease. No tension or nervousness was left in my pit of my stomach. However, Joel was as tense as always. I started 2 waves before him.

The swim started, and I was swimming with ease. I did get tackled, yanked, and the best part: a foot in my goggles! It was with such force that my goggles were sucked in my eye. Then I got pissed and started swimming a little faster to get away from these people! I drank a gallon of water but couldn't seem to get passed these people swimming in circles. As I exited the water, I WALKED, not ran, to my bike. You can see my T1 time is 6:46 minutes. What was I doing? Having a cup of coffee? Oh yes, it's a training day.

I looked at my watch and said I better move my butt... So off I go on the lovely bike ride. It was the first time on my zip wheels. I am still as slow as anything. Zip or no zip, race bike or no race bike - biking is not my thing. But I felt really comfortable, and I kept the pace all in my zone 2. I entered the transition and again WALKED to my spot. My T2 was 5:54 minutes. I was having another cup of coffee.

I started the run very easy and effortlessly. Last year at this particular race, the run was where my foot started giving me problems. So as I pounded the pavement and felt no pain, I was so relieved. I passed so many people, and you hear them say "Go get them". In the second half of the run, I stepped it up to zone 3. I probably could have done that from the start, but I was sticking to my plan. I kept on saying "It's a training day". I did pass this girl, and she was not happy I guess. She tried so hard to pass me because I heard her hard breathing and steps on my tail. I held on and finally couldn't hear her breathing any more. She was no where to be found when I made a turn to see who was behind me. At this point my hamstrings and buttocks were screaming with pain, but I held on to the finish!

The thought passed continuously in my crazy brain that I'm doing this again in 3 weeks x2. How will I survive?!?! As I sprinted toward the finish line, I passed this guy named Joe, and he pleaded "Don't do this to me". I said "You got that right - Let's go"! Well, he got me. We high fived, and he thanked me for pushing him. Joel greeted me at the finish. I was delirious and drained. I guess being sick didn't help much. I told poor Alan, who will be at Lake Placid Ironman cheering me on and will devote hours to wait for me, that when I cross the finish line we are going to party and drink. But after Tupper all I wanted was my bed. Alan, I will do all I can to have that beer with you after Lake Placid. I promise!!!

The Saga continues at Lake Placid…

Contributed by TinWoman, HRR CO-Captain, Janine Leveque

It's a Family Affair!

Alan, Ben and Eliza Wagman all completed the Cider Mill 5K in Tolland, CT on September 29. On a beautiful early fall morning, the three of them toed the line near the front of the pack. Alan and Ben went out in 8 minutes flat for the first mile, a fairly hilly start. Ben then started to labor and fell back a bit. Dad kept encouraging him to stay close. As we passed mile 2 in about 16:10, Ben kept pushing himself. Ben's competitive fire began to come out when he spied another young runner who he decided he wanted to catch. At 2.5 miles, Ben started to make his move but Dad told him to wait. Ben bided his time and passed the other runner as we approached the 3 mile mark. Ben finished strong, edging his proud father by 1 second in 25 minutes flat. Alan finished in 25:01. Ben was 15th out of 41 11-14 year olds.

While Ben and Alan were running together, Eliza took the challenge on by herself. Hoping to break 30 minutes in her first race ever, she struggled mightily but persevered and eventually crossed the line in 32:02, finishing 8th out of 18 10 and under females. Overall, this was a great race on a fairly easy course. Good local crowds cheered all of the runners on. Definitely a race we will run again!

-Contributed by Alan Wagman, Proud Papa

Congratulations Wagman clan! What a fantastic race!

Bonkers for Yonkers!

Alright, alright, alright! Let's get this blog back on track - or the road!

September 16th brought the annual Yonkers Marathon and Half Marathon. Two Hellgaters laced up their running shoes and tore up the challenging and hilly (didn't I say challenging already?) course! Congratulations are in order for Aurelio and Ximena for yet another fan-tabulous performance from this dynamic duo! Aurelio coasted in at 1:21:53 easily capturing 21st place overall and 3rd in his age group! Ximena proved what a Queens girl can do to those Yonkers' hills finishing at 1:40:13 earning her a 60th spot overall and 2nd in her age group!

Also a side note: Ximena has been sneaking around Long Island and New Jersey all summer long with her sister, Kattia, running local races with much success! Keep up the good work ladies! And keep us posted with your most recent races!