Yep Godfather's Pizza. Probably the only time that logo has been on the Hawaii course. Marco says "A speedo, Really Dad". 
The first version of the Profile Bars. Before bike fit was the thing. Yes, the long torso and the short top were not a good combination. My back got fried.
Finishing down Pay n Save. Those are the Saucony Azura ST. Year #1 for that classic shoe. I had to have them. Imagine that, I was a shoe geek then too! My Ironman Story
As I head to the Big Island of Hawaii I’m reminded with lots of emotion of my first trip to Hawaii. I’ve been to the big Island 4 times before this trip. I went 3 times to do the famed Ironman Triathlon World Championships and once to catch a really big Blue Marlin. After the first time I vowed never to go there unless I was doing the race. I broke that vow to go fishing. Now I’m breaking it again to go work.
It was the Winter/Spring of 1986. I was sitting in the living room of the house I shared with 4 guys. It was our last year of college. I had done two triathlons and was gearing up for the upcoming season. I already considered myself a Triathlete. We were watching the coverage of the 1985 Ironman World Championships. One of my roommates makes the comment “Dave, you should do that.” They all chime in “yeah, you should do it”. My response, “those people are fucking crazy, there is no way I’m ever doing that.”
Fast forward to 1988. I’m living in Leucadia California with Tim Sheeper and I’m living the triathlon dream. We train all week, race every chance we can and work as little as possible. Tim worked less and raced faster. I was not ultra fast so I worked more and trained a bit less. Our training partners were the who’s who of the sport. We had both made a few attempts to qualify for Kona but with little success. Our goal race was in August, the then long course National Championships Texas Hill Country Triathlon in San Antonio.
We got home and hit it hard. Our constant training partner was Mark Montgomery (Monty). Monty was a stud athlete everywhere but Kona. He had tried multiple times but never finished. He was giving it another go. Since he had done it, we tried as hard to do his training. It was sick training. Hard and long for as long as we could go. For our long runs we brought in Gordy Haskins yes that Gordy to push us through stupid long runs. By the end of 8 weeks I think we could just say we were tired. Luckily I worked at Godfathers Pizza so food was not a problem. A large veggie Pizza every night hit the spot.
The bike felt easy. Too easy! I was rolling along for the first 10 miles. Where’s the heat, where’s the wind? About 15 miles in I go by a struggling Tim Sheeper. He says he doesn’t know what’s wrong but that he’ll continue. I keep riding on. By the time I get to the hills to Hawi the field is thinning out. At the turn around I’m riding along with this guy. He turns to talk to me. “Don’t worry about the riders in front, they’ll all start coming back to us on the way back. What’s your name he asks” I give him my name and ask him his, Kevin Moats. Crap that’s not good. Mr. Moats is an unreal athlete. At this time of his triathlon career he was a top 10 Kona athlete. Here I was riding along side of him. Either he was having a bad race or I was in over my head. He had a great race, mowing down the field on the run.
Into transition and out again I’m on my turf. Running was and is my thing. I’m feeling fairly good and seem to be rolling along. What’s the big deal with the Ironman. I’m clipping along, nothing hurts and I feel good. As I’m running up Pay n Save hill I run up on Monty. He’s had another stellar swim and bike. He looks over and says “Dave, this isn’t a 10K”. I look over and want to say but don’t “Monty, just finish this thing and don’t worry about me”.
My favorite Monty Ironman story goes like this. He’s in his usual spot off the bike. Somewhere in the top 20. He’s been pushing the bike hard. As he starts running he really starts to suffer. He comes to his hotel and decides he needs a break. He goes to his hotel room lays down and turns on college football. Sometime after that he wakes up. Standing up he notices he feels good. He heads out his door and starts running again. This run doesn’t go any better than the first one. Somewhere out on that highway Monty collapses and they cart him off in an Ambulance.
Running down Pay n Save hill hurts but I can hear the finish line. When I make the turn on Ali’I drive I’m flying. This is a feeling like no other. This finish line is everything and more. My run time 4:15. My total time 10:30.
I learned lots that day. I’m a fast starter. Ironman takes patience. I can come back from the depths of pain. The human body is an amazing peace of engineering. To be able to go that long and be in that bad of shape only to recover while in the act, crazy. I’ve done plenty of Ironman races since this one. I’ve gone much faster and I’ve gone slower. I don’t really remember any of them, only this one. In fact I still have strong memories of the smell of the clothes when I picked them up the following day. It’s not a pretty smell but a fond one. A smell of hard work and a memory I will never forget.
It’s a good life…
Dave
