Jenny and I were the only ones in the transition tent and we left together. We got going and I was right behind her. She was nails and she was storming the castle. I tucked in behind her, put my warm shirt on, and started getting in my groove. My whimpers had calmed down and it actually felt really good to be out running on a relatively quiet portion of the course. Then it started raining, and then a 5 minute downpour let loose that drenched me to the bone. We crossed our first (of 12) bridges for the day and suddenly this huge rainbow popped out. I remember thinking “Ok, now that’s cool”.

Jenny and I were running fast. Like “wowah” fast. Looking back I would say “too fast” but it’s a pace I know I have it in me to run for a whole marathon off the bike and I thought to myself “is this the day?” It felt effortless, easy and my stride was so smooth and strong. I passed Jenny eventually and then I came up on someone in my age group with the name Vanessa on her bib. As I passed her I could tell she went with me. Seriously? I have almost never had anyone go with me during a pass in a triathlon. If they did it was short lived.

As you can see I spent most of the marathon looking like a train wreck. Check out how I’ve got one eyebrow under my hat strap, and the other is not. Dork! Oh, and meet Vanessa, you’ll see a lot of her.

And she STUCK. Like glue, like white on rice, like Velcro, like white dog hair on a black coat, I could go on and on here. She STUCK, for miles. I was still running fast and it still felt easy, but Vanessa was kinda freaking me out. If I ran fast she was there, if I slowed, she was there, no matter what I did she matched it. I also found out from Troy that I was 3rd in my age group. I thought that our age group would get 2 slots for sure, and 3 if we were lucky. So really, my main concern was not passing more ladies ahead, but shaking the one that was sitting on my shoulder. We were racing for most likely the final Kona slot, and we both knew it.

As we passed Chuckie at the end of the first lap I asked him rather loudly “How do I get her off me”. I admit, it was pretty rude of me to put it like that, but the girl was getting to me (great tactics on her part). She had been on me for 6 miles at that point. Chuckie said “Don’t worry, but run this next lap really hard”. All I could think was “crap”. I was doing OK still, but the thought of upping my game was a scary one. I had also picked up more than just my shaddow. I had several baby ducks hanging onto the goSonja mama duck.

goSonja train…toot toot

First Lap splits: 7:34, 7:28, 7:32, 7:23, 7:37, 8:03 (big hill), 7:27, 7:52,7:57 (carnage to come)

On the second lap I started to hurt. My entourage and my shadow stuck with me. When I slowed, they did too. Nobody passed. Half way through lap two I passed the cheer crew again. I knew I was still in third. Chuckie was about 100 yards later and at that point Meredith Kessler (PRO, took 4th overall) was lapping me. She was running pretty fast and Chuckie said “Sonja, this is Meredith Kessler and I want you to go with her for as long as you can”. I immediately went with her and thought “Oh wow, I’m going to blow up” but I went with her and I know now that he was trying to help me shake Vanessa, my shadow. It didn’t work, she matched the move step for step and hung on.

Meredith is on the left, number 58. The goSonja train is on the right.

Things really started to hurt during the second half of lap two. My little entourage and I ran slowly up the big hill and fast down the backside. My pace slowed, my legs were heavy, I was against the ropes. At the end of lap two Troy said that 2nd was 2 minutes up and 1st was 4 minutes up. I knew I needed to speed up, but it wasn’t happening. Chuckie said “Let her do some work” referring to Vanessa. Sounded like a great plan to me and not long after that she came up on my side and said “I don’t want a Kona slot, let’s work together”. My first thought was “Thank God”, my second thought was “Is she playing me?”. But regardless she took the lead during a VERY windy section and I was grateful to cruise behind her and regain my composure.

Second Lap Splits (carnage): 8:08, 7:48, 8:10, 8:10, 8:28, 8:49, 8:40, 8:45, 8:44 (OUCH!)

Turns out Vanessa wanted a Kona slot very badly and was playing me hard core. We have chatted back and forth after the race and she said that she just said that to try to calm me down to see if we could work together towards a 1-2 finish. The girl has GUTS. She’s probably the most tactical triathlete I’ve ever raced.

I was essentially bonking at this point and while cruising behind Vanessa I took in some coke, a sour apple gel (divine), some Gu chomps, some water, some energy drink, and a chunk of banana. Then I ran behind her and focused on her ponytail holder (and only her ponytail holder) for about 1.5 miles. It was just what the doctor ordered.

At mile 19.5 I just knew. I just knew. I was back. I was ready, and I was off. I pulled back ahead of Vanessa and I just told myself that if I wanted to catch anybody, I was going to need some 8 minute miles. And so I went about getting it done. So, 17.5 miles after Vanessa hopped on the goSonja bus, she got off and on I went.

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Suddenly it was ON like donkey kong. I came over my 10th bridge and Chuckie told me to go get the girl in the teal shorts, he said she looked like she was in my age group and off I went. I was on attack. I busted the downhill off the bridge and I caught her within a mile but she had 29 written on her calf. Turns out that maybe she was confused, or she lost a battle with the Sharpie, or do I dare say it… she’s a purposefully deceiving athlete…because she was indeed in the 30-34 age group. I was nervous she would go with me, but she did not.

I go by Troy and he says 1st is 2 minutes up and your number 2. I was totally confused but I assumed I passed #2 in the port-a-pottie, or at an aid station and I didn’t see her, I didn’t think it was Ms.29. My crew knew though, they were on the ball. I also saw Michelle going the other direction in here. I was soo soo thankful. She was running, and I just caught a glance of her, but it looked like she was doing well and that gave me a boost.

I also passed my old high school boyfriend somewhere on lap two as well. He was at IMCDA this year but I didn’t know he was signed up for IMAZ too, so that was a surprise. He gave me a big high five and told me to go get ’em. I only see the guy during Ironmans, that cracks me up. I love that when he ran by my parents he said “Hi Mr.Willis”. That’s just funny! Oh and he ran by Michelle and asked if she knew me (since we were both in Trakkers green). She asked if he reads my blog (she didn’t know who he was) and he said “yes”, then she said “I’m PIC”! He said “I’m her X-boyfriend”. Oh, this story just cracks me up. Funny what goes on out there!

Here’s PIC busting a move!

2 minutes down on 1st, 4 miles to go, and I’m feeling my mo-jo. I’m definitely against the ropes but for some reason I am eating up the challenge, and using it as motivation. I was on the hunt. I would pick a girl ahead and run as hard as I could to pass her, only to see she was in another age group. I ran up the big hill harder than I had the previous two laps. I book down it and at the bottom Jane and Chris are cheering at the 24 mile mark and she says “Number 1 is 45 seconds up”. Then I know. I am going to do this or die trying.

I look ahead and I see an orange Tribe uniform. I know it’s her. I just do. I run as hard as I can to get there and I am 10 seconds back 1/2 mile later. Now I don’t know what to do. I ran 17+ miles with a shadow and the last thing I want is another one. How do I make the pass? What do I do? Do I try to be sneaky? Decisive? Sly? Friendly? I decide to just go, and run like I stole something. I make the pass and I run so hard down and around this loop-de-doo in the course. I’m telling myself “run hard, dying is ok, dying is ok, run till you die”. I’m not kidding, that’s what I’m screaming at myself in my head. I come booking out of the underpass and I’m scared shitless. I see Chuckie and Ang and Chuckie said “run as hard as you can all the way in”. And I am. I’m running as hard as I know how.

I pass Troy and Chris, Tyler and Anne and Troy is holding up one finger screaming “Number one, number one” and they all go booking across the grass running towards the finish line via the direct route. Now I’m chanting in my head “You’re winning your age group, you’re going to Kona, you’re winning your age group, you’re going to Kona”. I look behind me, she’s not on my heels. I run faster. I look again, still not there, I run faster. I never let up, not one ounce. I make all the turns to the finish, check over my shoulder about 10 times and finally, in the chute, I realize I’m good, I can celebrate. Celebrate I did, lots of high 5’s and smiles.


I look up to see 10:22 on the clock and am pretty impressed with that time, for this day. Shocked really. I get very very weepy and wobbly at the finish. It wasn’t the physical exhaustion, it was the mental, emotional, and sensory exhaustion. I look to the fence and my mom is crying and saying “Your so awesome Son” and my dad is shouting “We are so proud of you”. I get really weepy.

Third Lap Splits: 8:48, 8:24, 8:03, 8:06, 8:40 (big hill), 7:48, 7:58, 7:49, last 0.2 (6:50 pace)
The Run: 3:32:39
Total Time: 10:22:09

Ron, AKA PunkRockRunner is there in the stands, cheering up a storm. I LOVE this picture.

My finish line catcher is concerned and heading me toward the medical tent. Of all the finish lines, this one resulted in the biggest emotional release. I kept telling my finish line catcher, “I’m just really emotional”. I can understand being concerned but when you’ve been racing in the hurt locker for so long, and then running like your life depended on it for several miles, and finally you get to STOP, whew…the emotions just pour out. Relief is the main one, your fears of being eaten by a tiger (or losing the lead) are suddenly gone. I have major props for those that can keep their composure in these situations.

I hug my mom over the fencing and a volunteer lady says to my finish line catcher, “you can’t accompany her to the medical tent” and I said “Oh, I’m not going to medical” and I started to shape up. The threat of the medical tent always brings me back to reality. I pop out of the enclosure and EVERYONE is there. Troy, Chris, Mom, Dad, Jane, Tyler, Anne, Ron, Niko, Chuck, and Angela. It was awesome to see everyone’s faces. They were as shocked as I was. It was emotional, we were all so surprised at how well it all came together in the last few miles. There is really no better feeling than having all my friends and family there to smile and celebrate a great finish.


After lots of hugs all around, and good jobs I grabbed Annie and we went back into the finisher area for some grub. Annie and I shared a basket of french fries, a slice of pizza, a sprite, some chips and a cup full of grapes. During this time Troy ran to transition, collected my bike, transition bags and morning clothes bag, then ran to the car in the garage and loaded everything up. I have the most awesome husband, he does this stuff just because, and he always thinks of me first. I handed Annie back over the fence to Troy and hopped on the massage table. I started getting really cold, so Troy got me warm clothes and I headed towards the finish line just in time to see Michelle come running down the chute! She looked great, and a little emotional too…just how we like it.

She was an Ironman!!! It was fun to be in the back area with her, helping her eat fries, and getting her signed up for a massage. I got her and Michael reunited and we all agreed to meet in the hot tub at the hotel in about 45 minutes. The rest of the evening is soooo not bloggable…margs margs margs and then some midnight finish line cheering.

Fine Chrissie…you can have a hug

Twitter friends are now REAL friends, Nicole (@neo_endurance) and Nina (@ncjack). We had a lot of fun at the finish line.

And that was it. I went to bed at 1:40am that night, still in total disbelief that I won my age group. What started out as a rough day ended as a rough day too. It was really challenging, but really rewarding. One thing I learned on Sunday is that with bigger risk can come bigger rewards…or a bigger fall. The difference between the two comes down to your fire within, and a bit of luck. I went through A LOT of pain out there, but it was all worth it. And really, it usually is.

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  1. So not even sure you will see this Sonja but I was just informed this weekend about your comment in this blog about “ms. 29” and if u question my sportsmanship u should have asked before or after we shook hands on the podium. No I was not confused… I WAS 29, that was my age until December 15 2010, as far as deception… That is laughable…i have been in the sport for 12+ years, 3 trips to Kona…so I really could have cared less about “getting a slot” or getting on the podium…after a car accident and 2 recent arterial surgeries from which I wasn’t even sure I’d EVER be able to be competitive again…these were the LAST things on my mind…just doing my best in front of my parents : )… Seems like u are a great competitor butu really need to find another method to ID your competition for Kona or any other race for that matter than age on the leg…with your experience you should know to look at race numbers when they r grouped! If u had asked me as you flew past…I would have gladly told you I was racing 30-34! But I’d appreciate you not smearing my integrity on your blog…I can’t even BELIEVE this got back to me all this time later OR that I am even that significant! LOL! Stay healthy, train hard, don’t forget to have fun and CHILL OUT! See ya in Kona ; ) or wherever!

  2. Strong Work Sonja! It was awesome following along on twitter. So proud of you when I found-out you won your age group, even more impressive now that I’ve read how you did it! So inspiring!

  3. I’m sure I’ve told you before but you are completely amazing and totally inspiring. Congrats on not being afraid to decorate the pain cave and reaping the rewards! I can’t wait to see what 2011 brings for you.

  4. Awesome RR!!! Way to kick ass Son! I really enjoyed reading and following along on race day!

    ps- the durapulse guy was equally annoying in the pics!

  5. Sonja,

    Congrats on the Kona slot! I really enjoyed reading the cat and mouse game on the Run. Just an awesome read.

    Where did you stay while you were in Tempe(I’m doing IMAZ 2011)? Did you like the place or wish you stayed somewhere else? Did you need a rental car while you were there or are most things within walking distance?

    cheers,
    –Jeff
    http://www.pingjeffgreene.com/

  6. Every time I think you can’t get any better, you go and do it again! You’re amazing, Son, and I’m honored to call you my friend (plus I get to brag to everyone I know that you got me started on this whole triathlon thing :-D).

  7. Wow. awesome RACE. and even better race report 🙂 ….dude vanessa= CLASSIC. super tactical machine. bummer she didn’t get a slot. but maybe serves her right for lying 🙂

    the calf situation- same thing happened to me at oceanside last year with a “29 year old”. i was totally cheering this girl on!! but hey, with all the compression socks- you can’t see half the people’s age – which isn’t as deceptive, but still same thing, right?…i think they need to put timing strips with different colors for each age group (like swim caps) or something.

  8. Your race was incredible and so fun to follow. Reading your report was the inspiration I needed to get excited to do an ironman again! Congratulations on a stellar performance in Arizona- now enjoy some well deserved recovery time!

    Regarding Ms. 29- your ‘race’ age can be tricky to remember early in the am if your birthday has not yet arrived for the race year. I have an end of the year birthday and bodymarking always has me looking and feeling dumb because I can’t remember my ‘race’ age. Yes I have had one age crossed out and the other written and you get lots of chuckles from your competitors on that one!

  9. I’ve really enjoyed reading your race report. Amazing RACING out there. Although I’ve only done 1 IM, the last thing it seemed like was racing – more just survival on that day. 😉 Very inspiring! Congrats!

  10. Time to GRRRRR it up PIC…..that was the message on the board for you. And Grrrr it up you did. I am so proud of you and your amazing ability to bring it up a notch or two or 100. You worked for this one Son, and it is all yours to enjoy. And to be going to Kona with the toughest girl in the world? Well, that brings tears to my eyes. Love you sis:)

  11. Congratulations Sonja! It was so much fun see you cross the finish line (even if it was online). Thanks for sharing the good, the bad, and the ugly of your day. (Good for you for being a good sport despite Vanessa’s blatant fib). I am in awe of what an amazing athlete, mom, person,…. you are!

  12. Wow, I have never been glued a post like your run post. I felt like I was in the race with you. Congratulations! You rock Iron Man!

  13. Holy smokes, you are a BEAST! Wow, girl, congrats x a billion! I can’t believe how much strategy and well, trickery, goes down during an ironman (ie. that girl who wrote 29 on her leg, instead of her true age)…Esh. But you’ve always inspired me with your heart and honesty out there. Congrats again! You’re my hero!

  14. Your reports always make me teary too….but man it was so Awesome to see you there hunting down the 1st place girl! We knew once you saw her she was going to be eat’n up!! Such a rock star!

  15. My husband and I followed your Twitter updates as we drove across Nebraska and Iowa…..we were cheering you on with so many others! Amazing race….hope you can rest & catch your breath. You are an inspiration!

  16. That was better than I imagined it in my head. So that’s what its like to RACE an ironman! Congratulations. That was awesome.

  17. You made me cry, the run report had me at the edge of my seat, and I even KNEW how it turned out for you in the end. Way to battle it out and go all out. You rock.

  18. Sonja – you made me cry! What an inspirational report. I will definitely be thinking of this when it is time to dig deep. Congrats – I am honored to share your colors!

  19. Nope, Vanessa came in 4th and there were three slots. All three slots were taken. She was very disappointed.
    #1 Me
    #2 Tribe Multisport’s Karleen Dirmantas
    #3 Ms.29 Rebecca Travis

  20. OMG.. I can’t believe the pack of people hanging on your shoulder and the game playing going on out there! What came of Vanessa.. will you see her again in Kona?

    Love this… what a journey. what a race! So well done!

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