Friday, Team DK began gathering from all corners. My parents came, my 2 sisters, Jen and Allyson, came, Derek's parents, and Derek's 2 sisters, Angey and Rainie, all covereged in St. George Friday night. They came with posters, cow bells, sidewalk chalk, ribbons, and mounds of support for Derek. I got us all matching t-shirts that said, "Derek is our Ironman on the front" and "Team DK" on the back. We proudly sported our shirts Saturday, answering many questions about who is Derek, where he's from, how many he's done, etc. With our group of 9, we stood out. Derek could find us - which is exactly what I wanted. At one point on the bike course, he spotted us before we spotted him.
Saturday morning - everything you can do is now done. The months of training, eating right, getting your gear to Utah, getting it to the right spot - it's all done. It comes down to one day - your day. Derek certainly had a terrible night's sleep. Everytime I woke up he'd be pacing or on his laptop. Finally it was 3:00 am and time for him to start the day. He went off to the finish line where they bused the athletes up to Sand Hollow Resevoir for the swim. It was when Derek got off the bus he realized he'd forgotten something - his wetsuit.
At 4:56 a.m. Andrea, Alison, and I all got this text from him: Is anyone awake?!!! Me: I am. Do you need something?
Then he called. It would just be really great if I could bring his wetsuit to the start. I can't imagine the panic that went through him. I assured him I could get it to him with plenty of time. The girls and I got out of the house a little quicker than we'd planned to get him his wetsuit. After parking and being shuttled to Sand Hollow I got off the bus, and found a very anxious Derek inside T1. He had plenty of time to get it on, and calm his nerves. His day was back on track. Team DK was there, and Derek got very emotional as he saw so much support for him.The athletes began the long walk down the ramp into the water. I love thinking about the thousands of hours these 1800 athletes have put into training for this one day. All of their hopes and dreams were happening. This is the moment they'd all dreamed of. It was all coming to fruitition. It was a beautiful morning, great weather conditions, thousands of spectators cheering them on - at the end of this day they were going to be called an Ironman.
They headed down the ramp, the national anthem was sung, the professionals were off, and then the cannon blew. The race had started. It's amazing to see 1800 swimmers all start at the same time. I imagine it's less amazing to be one - and be kicked, and grabbed, and swam over in the chaos. But they were off. Fifteen minutes into this swim the wind started. It picked up fast, and stayed. The newspaper the next day called it a tempest. Where did this wind come from?? I'd watched the weather for 10 days - it was supposed to be under 10 mph - and this wasn't that. The wind was strong and we started seeing the havoc it created. Kayaks were capzing and rescue boats were pulling people in - by the dozens, and dozens. Athtletes were already back on land - telling everyone how horrible it was out there - they couldn't see the bouys, they couldn't see where to go, they couldn't breathe - it was horrible out there. People were holding on to rocks and bouys waiting to be rescued, but the boats would have to pass them by because they were full. Many wondered if they'd cancel the swim - but how do you call back 1800 swimmers? I'm sure that if the wind had started 15 minutes earlier, the swim would have been canceled, it was simply very dangerous to have swimmers out there. I feel very fortuante that no one lost their life out in the water. All in all, 300 swimmers weren't able to finish. As the swimmers would come out of the water Mike Reilly, the voice of Ironman, would tell the athletes, "I know, that was a rough swim. But look forward, and have a great race."
Derek had told me when to start looking for him - 8:15. So we were looking, and looking. We knew he'd be behind his goal because of the wind, but we checked every swimmer that came out of the water. Doug came out first - looking great. The wind had not be been a problem. Then Brady came out - looking great too. Now . . . where's Derek? We waited and waited. 8:30, 8:45, 9:00. He should've been out of the water by now. He's a strong swimmer, and the wind shouldn't have slowed him down this much. By 9:00 it was evident something was wrong. What, I didn't know, but definitely something. He had either had a leg cramp - which plagues him, or the wind had been too much. Is there anyway we could have missed him? Not likely, with 9 of looking for him, but perhaps. Andrea went to look for his bike -still there. I honestly hoped that his bike would have been gone. I would rather have missed his transition than know he was still out in the water. 9:15. Andrea tells me she's going to check the medic tent. As bad as that would have been, it would be better knowing where he was. I kept thinking, "This has got to be a dream". I mean, this is Derek's day. He can't have it end now. The other nagging thought about his absence was the ticking clock. Athletes have 2 hours, 20 minutes to get out of the water. If they don't make the cutoff, their day is over. No bike, no run. You're simply done. So I'm watching the clock thinking if he's still out there, he has got to beat this 2:20 cutoff. The clock was ticking, getting to 2:18, 2:19, and then the dreaded 2:20. I was crushed. I was still waiting for Andrea to get back to see if he was in the tent when I see him come up the ramp. HALLELUJAH!! He was safe, he was upright, and he made the swim on his own power. Now to the incessant clock: Ironman's rule is that if you are standing in the water before 2:20 you're ok. We were at 2:22 by the time he'd gotten up the ramp, where the timing strip was, so it's possible to have a time over 2:20, but still be under the cutoff - so had he made it?? YES!! They were pulling timing chips off those who hadn't made the cutoff, but the official made a call about Derek and he had made it.
He got out of the water looking a bit like a drowned cat, but the relief was evident on his face. 300 yards into the swim his leg had cramped. Not being able to stop it, the cramp tore his muscle. Now he had almost all of the 2.4 mile swim ahead of him and a calf muscle that won't stop cramping. As he fought against the waves, that were pushing him backwards, he knew that the swim would not be the only killer of the race. His run was ruined now too. He's cramped enough to know that he'll be fine on the bike, but his body won't let him run. As he was faced with the decision of what to do, and looking at the chaos around him, he had to tap into a type of mental strength I simply can't imagine. He thought about his training, and Team DK on the beach, and simply dug deep enough to say, "This is still my day."
Relief for all spread over us as we saw him get on his bike and pedal away. We were all quite worried that this day was going to have a very different ending. Hugs were piled on me, and we couldn't stop smiling that he was on his bike. No doubt a miracle that he was still on this journey.

