Here’s my ignorant ass story.
October '04. Do my biggest run before IMFL. I felt so good I almost went ahead and ran 26.2 since it would have been a marathon PR by about a half hour but instead cut it off at 21. Riding further and faster than ever.
2nd week of October I got a horrible stabbing pain low on my right side/back. Right about where you’d think kidney stones. Go to the doc, x-rays, CT scan, etc. show I’ve got pneumonia. Go on the drugs, feel pretty good after a week and a half.
Wednesday before the race I start swimming in the pool behind the Summit when we get into town and when I breathe deep the pain is back. But hell, I paid my money, drove to Florida from Ohio, no way I’m not doing the race.
Race day. Swim sucked since I couldn’t breathe deep without pain. Get on the bike and I feel very good. For about 103 miles. After I cross the bridge coming back in my body just starts shutting down. I had figured a 5:20 - 5:25 split at about the 75 mile mark. I end up with 5:40+. Light-headed, coughing, feeling a little feverish.
But this is an Ironman and ther eis a marathon to do. So I start running. I get to mile 6.5 and I hear Scotty call up from engineering that he can’t hold it together much longer. So I walk for a bit. Scotty says we lost warp speed but we still have impulse so I jog for a while. At the turnaround we’ve lost main power and all we have is life support. The bad news is I haven’t seen a couple of the people I came down with and am afraid that everyone has dnf’d. So since I figured someone had to finish I decide to take one for the team.
I get my space blanket and set off on a 13.1 mile walk. As the sun goes down the chills set in. By the time I hit the last turn around I am thinking about how I’m getting back. Somehow I finish and only then find out that in my pneumonia induced fog I had missed the people I was looking for.
Next week I am in bad shape, go back to the doc who tells me how fucking stupid I am for doing an IM with drug resistant pneumonia. I agree and ask her to kindly keep me out of the hospital and to not let me die.
I had a horrible race, my time was 2.5 hours behind my goal, and all I proved was that even someone who isn’t retarded can be amazingly dumb. If you’re really sick think hard before doing the race.