Patrick and I go to all of the US Ironman races to support our Team. We like to station ourselves at Mile 18 of the run to deal out encouragement. In our last two races, IMLou and IMWI, we had a few instances where competitors ran by us and were, from our perspective, receiving either run pacing or outside assistance from a non-competitor. How can you tell? Dude with no timing chip running next to a chipped dude with race number for a long time, or cyclist riding next to and chatting with a competitor for a long time. At IMLou we saw all flavors of outside assistance given to pointy end, MOP, and BOP athletes. Our vantage point was much more limited at IMWI, we were very busy, and we only saw one case.
This being 2009 and the age of iPhone, Twitter, and Facebook, we both whipped out our iPhones and tweeted our observations, the racers number, etc, which was then pushed out, at least on my end, to my Facebook profile, touching off heated debates on my Facebook wall. As a coach, the leader of a squad of 400 athletes, having been deep in the trenches of the IM game for years and years, I feel I owe it to you, our readers, to explain a bit more about my own personal thoughts and opinions about this subject.
This is All Just a Game
Anyone who knows me or has worked with me knows that I don’t take Ironman, triathlon, and any other sport for that matter very seriously. It’s all just a game. It’s not a matter of life or death, heaven or hell, good or bad. No one is dying, and we all (should) have much more important things in our lives. Personally, if it’s fun, I do it. If it stops being fun, I don’t do it.
This might be a function of me being a former Marine. I feel I’ve done things far harder, and far more “meaningful,” in a former life so I don’t assign much high level importance to the act of completing what is essentially a long, catered training day in spandex
However, I completely understand the need, or desire, of others to create for themselves an experience that defines them in some manner. Or provides a venue for proving lots of things to themselves. Or creates one event towards which many other events flow and after which you are never the same. This is why my first triathlon business was called Crucible Fitness — I recognized that many, many athletes were looking for their own crucible, a grueling test through which they would produce a fundamental change in themselves.
Bottomline, you have your reasons, I have mine, I respect yours and ask you to respect mine. We’re all adults here with bigger things on our plate than a game.
The game, the crucible we have decided to put ourselves through, is an Ironman triathlon. You have likely chosen an Ironman as your test because it means “something” to you. The distance, the title, the bragging around the water cooler rights, whatever. Many people have gone before you and earned the title of Ironman. It’s likely you’ve chosen the distance because that title, earned by others, means something to you and you want to join that very exclusive club.
That club, and the game you gotta play to get there, has rules. To intentionally disregard the rules is to disrespect the title you are trying to earn. More important, you disrespect the accomplishment you have worked so hard to achieve. Three days after your Ironman, do you really want to look yourself in the mirror and KNOW that you didn’t play by the rules to earn that title? Thousands before you have suffered alone in the dark, or have even qualified for Kona or set PR’s, without their BFF next to them patting their belly and telling them it will be ok. It’s one day, a few hours of your life. Suck it up, do it right, and earn the title you’ve worked so hard to achieve…without tarnishing that achievement.
Now, I’m open to discussions of changing the rules, allowing pacers, BFF’s to run with you, whatever. Again, it’s all just a game and the owners of the game have right to change the rules if they want to. If you don’t like you can vote with your wallet and go someplace else. But until then, rules are rules, and we should all play by them. So if you plan to run by me at mile 18 with your BFF helping you conquer Observatory Hill @ IMWisconsin as you lead your age group, well, you’ve got about 30-seconds before it hits the Interwebs and you’re famous. Instead, you could save your race, your conscience, and my cell minutes and just…don’t…do….it.
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