Friday, August 10, 2012

Bye For Now


  The Lord has given me a week since I posted my last blog to really see and hear some things to make me think.  God has shown me things that make me so thankful and so gracious for being in the position I am in. It has taken some time for me to realize how much I should be grateful for and how blessed my family and I are.

  Let me start where I left off on my last blog. Have you ever dreamed a dream? Have you ever wished you were capable of accomplishing something pretty cool, something that seemed out of reach and so far away? For years now I have watched and re-watched the Ironman World Championship races that take place in Kona, Hawaii. There are so many inspirational stories of the athletes that take part in the day. The best triathletes in the world compete in Kona for the coveted title of being the world champion Ironman!! It can be incredibly hard for some people to qualify for Kona. Some have tried for years and are still trying. Just recently I read a story of a guy who has been trying for 13 years and he finally got in this year. Some people will pay up to $40,000 on eBay to register. Some qualify through a legacy lottery. In order to enter a legacy lottery you have to have done at least 12 Ironman races. Some never qualify. It’s the Olympics of Ironman. It’s an honor to compete at Kona. I respect every athlete that tries to qualify or that has a goal to qualify. It’s an amazing accomplishment. I understand how much work is put into training, how much effort it takes to qualify. I always dreamed of qualifying and I trained like I was going to but deep down inside I never actually thought I would.

  Monday morning after the race Jamie and I went to the Olympic Oval to celebrate the 3rd place finish God blessed me with. While there we decided to head up to the high school just to see if I qualified for Kona. I didn’t think it was possible but figured it would be fun to check out. There were only two slots in my age group and they went to the first two finishers. I was the 3rd finisher so it appeared as though I just missed it. We were advised to go to the roll-down meeting though because there was a good chance the first place girl wasn’t going to take one of the open slots since she probably already qualified. Jamie and I had a quick discussion and decided we would accept the Kona invitation if it was offered to me. They instructed us at the roll-down meeting that they would say our name 3 times and if we did not accept the roll-down immediately it would go to the next person. My name was the first one called up in my age group. I had, in fact, qualified for Kona. I can’t begin to describe how I felt.  I just felt like I was in a dream. Never, ever did I think I was going to be able to participate in the World Ironman Championship. What an honor. I was so excited to go to Kona and represent the blessings God had granted me, to represent my family and my support crew, to represent MTC and Maine. Mentally and physically I felt ready to go. I would rest up a bit and then hit the training hard. I wouldn’t want to let anyone down with my performance. My head was spinning; I couldn’t believe what was happening. Seriously, I just can’t even describe the feeling. I still can’t believe it and my stomach still gets butterflies thinking about it. Oh, what I would do to go to Kona!!! Jamie and I thought about the flight over, we thought about being in Hawaii and vacationing a bit. We were so excited!!!

  Jamie and I embraced each other and thanked each other for the hard work we had both put into this accomplishment. Jamie was such a strong force behind the scenes. We both felt like God had blessed our efforts and was rewarding us with a sweet little vacation to Hawaii. Wow, what a treat!!! We could only dream of going to Hawaii. I was ready to do another Ironman too. Things were about to change drastically in a matter of minutes though.

  After I handed over my credit card and registered for the Kona race, which was about $800, and after I signed my life away we left the building and headed down to the Olympic oval to celebrate our 3rd place finish. After celebrating the podium finish my dreams were all of a sudden dashed. I was informed that the Kona race was on Sabbath (Saturday). That was it. I was expected at that very moment to pass up the opportunity, throw the golden ticket away without second thought. I was expected to forget about the World Championship and never look back. How could I even think about accepting the qualification? Well, let me tell you what, when you put so much hard work into so many months of training, when you feel like God is blessing and leading, when you feel like God actually gave you the opportunity you can’t help but consider the offer. Maybe some would NEVER have even considered but please don’t judge until you are in the very position I was in.

    All of a sudden I started having a lot of people telling me what to do. People were immediately judging me (us). People were putting pressure on my shoulders to both compete in the race and to not accept the offer. I had some people tell me that if I decided to go to Kona they wouldn’t support me and then I had some people tell me that no matter what I decided they would support me. Man, I never knew how tough things were going to be regarding this whole Kona thing. What a mess. I learned a lot of things during this time. We noticed that some people don’t like to see other’s succeeding. Some people have a hard time being happy for others.  Then there are others that are so generous and so gracious. I had some wonderful people give Jamie and I beautiful bouquets of flowers and massages. We were so grateful and felt so undeserving. Still others (even some people in my training club) had to try hard to act happy. Some haven’t said a thing. Please understand I don’t believe I deserve much but one can tell when they are being kind of snubbed. None of them knew the turmoil that was going on behind the scenes. I guess I was looking for their support since I wasn’t getting it in other areas of my life. You see, I started to feel sorry for myself. I’m ashamed to admit it but it’s true. For so many years I had finally accomplished something surreal and it was hard to choke down the rejection I got from some people. I was looking WAY too much to myself and to people. My eyes weren’t focused on God and God alone. I was confused and a bit bitter. I wasn’t bitter at God and I wasn’t bitter about the Sabbath, but I was and still am fighting bitter feelings toward some people and how they treated me (us). Lesson number one learned: You cannot, EVER, look to people!!! Keep your eyes on Jesus and nothing else. It’s a lesson I am still trying to practice.

  Let me take this opportunity to explain why the Sabbath is so important to me.  God set aside the 7th day to rest, to spend time with Him, to care for others, to reach out to the poor, the needy, and the lonely. The Sabbath day should be spent with God and for His honor. I am such a competitive person that it would be impossible for me to participate in Kona and not compete. I would be in race mode. No part of me feels comfortable racing on the Sabbath day. I will be the first to say that I don’t keep the Sabbath the way I should. There are so many different things I should do but I try to make some good decisions regarding the Sabbath.  I firmly believe that in the end times the Sabbath will set apart God’s people. It’s of utmost importance that we stay firm in our beliefs and that we follow God’s will. My muscle to stay firm for God and to do what I feel like God is impressing me to do is weak and needs to be strengthened.  Thus, I decided, with God’s help, that I must not compete in Kona. I do not judge other people and the decisions they make regarding the Sabbath. God works in different ways. But let me just remark that God impressed me not to compete in Kona and I must listen. I decided not to listen to what everyone was saying around me.  I had to listen to God and that’s what I did. But to this day I am left with some emotional baggage. I am still confused about some things and I don’t totally understand why everything happened the way it did. With blind faith I chug along the path of a Christian waiting for the day that God will make everything clear to us. I am sure I will have much harder decisions to face ahead and I just pray that this challenge will make me stronger. It’s pretty cool to be a strong’ish athlete but its way cooler to be a strong Christian. There is no other greater satisfaction but it can be hard to remember that.

  Because going to Kona has been a dream of mine for years and years I am still having a hard time just forgetting about it. It may seem stupid but I have shed many tears over not being able to go. Every time I think about Kona my stomach does flips and gets butterflies.  I still think about ways that it would be possible to compete. I still wish that there was a way I could go. For some reason I still have a lingering hope that it will work out. Hope is everything. If only they would move the race to Sunday but I feel assured that’s not going to happen.  Every bike ride I have been on since Lake Placid I have shed tears about the whole issue. I shed tears not only because I’m sad about not going to Kona but also because I am hurt and upset in so many ways.  You see I feel like I made a big sacrifice (so small compared to God’s sacrifice but big compared to a lot of people around me) to respect the Sabbath and to listen to my heart; a sacrifice I don’t regret. But then I see people around me, who were quick to judge me, making decisions about how to spend the Sabbath that aren’t necessarily that much different than racing in Kona. I see people doing things on Sabbath that I think is no different in the long run. The Lord states that breaking the Ten Commandments is breaking the Ten Commandments no matter if you don’t keep the Sabbath day holy or if you murder someone. It’s all a sin. Obviously there are greater consequences for murder (rightfully so) but a sin is a sin. Why have people expected me to make the right decision about the Sabbath when they aren’t making any effort to respect the Sabbath like God would want? I know the answer!!! The answer is you can’t look to people!!! You can’t look to people!!! You can only look to God. Keep your eyes on Jesus!! Even though I know the answer I still have an awful hard time with how I was treated. Those who so easily judged me have no problem going on their marry way doing whatever they want. It’s hard to let go; very hard.

  I can honestly say that NONE of this has turned me off from my religion. None of this has made me bitter at God or the Sabbath; quite the contrary. It has made me realize that ONLY God is consistent. Only God makes complete sense and stays the same. Only God is faithful, fair and forgiving. Only God is gracious, loving and supportive. Only God knows your heart and only God has the best intentions for you.  I have learned that God is the only one I can count on and the only One that matters. I feel as though this whole experience has made my relationship with God more real. I love Him and I am so thankful for the Sabbath. Now God has to help me forgive and forget my hurt feelings, my bitterness and my anger towards people.  It’s going to take some time but hopefully soon I can let it all go and just move ahead.

  Some of you may wonder why I was so confused about whether to or not to go to Kona. Well, let me tell you a little more of the story. First of all, I am very thankful for my overall Ironman time but it was not a Kona qualifying time. If you check out the past three years of Lake Placid results you will find that I would have been in the top 10 or 12 but not 3rd place. I honestly feel like God really blessed me this year with the right athlete field, perfect weather and enough energy to actually place. It was literally a miracle that I placed, let alone qualify for Kona. I did work hard and trained with all my heart but I never would have placed 3rd without God. So that would be miracle number one. Miracle number 2 is it was quite amazing I was able to finish with the time I had considering the fact that I trained the minimum amount each week. The average athlete trained anywhere from 18-30 hours per week for Lake Placid. I trained, on average, only 12 hours a week; goes to prove that God did, in fact, give me strength on race day. I also didn’t have the equipment that the top placing gals had. No race tires, no race helmet, etc. Miracle number 3 is that I actually got a roll-down spot for Kona. They are rare and few between but not only did a get a spot I was first on the list. Wow, what a blessing from God. Miracle 4: Jamie and I knew that we couldn’t afford to pay for plane tickets to Hawaii, housing, and all the other hidden costs of a trip but we were informed that a big group of people had already started a Trott Kona fund. I feel so underserving and yet so honored to have such supportive friends. Wow, I’m blown away still to think about how generous people are. I thank each and every one of you for your readiness to help Jamie and I make it to Hawaii. Financially the trip was coming together and looking possible. Miracle 5: we had several offers from friends who were willing to fly to Hawaii and split the cost of housing. An athlete we met in Lake Placid sent me info and contact information of a place we could stay (on course) for only $100 a night.  I kept wondering if God was making this all possible. I kept wondering if God was leading me to go to Kona. Was there a ministry in it? Jamie and I wanted to make sure we did God’s will so we were considering every option. The whole time though I just felt uneasy and felt deep down inside that I was not to go. In the end, I have no regrets about my decision. I feel at peace and being at peace with God is the best feeling; far more satisfying than anything this world has to offer. I think as time continues I will realize that even more. I have a lot of growing to do and a lot of learning to do.  But I pray that this experience will make my family and me stronger. 

  My golden ticket to Kona has slipped out of reach but God’s hand has grasped mine and promised not to let go. When I fight my feelings about this whole ordeal God gives me peace and reminds me of His love.

  Just within this past week I have seen so many people fighting for their lives mostly due to illnesses. I have seen people who would do anything to be in my spot. Kona is such a small challenge in comparison to what some of my friends are experiencing. It makes me sick to think about how much I have struggled with this issue when I see my friends praying for another year of life. I apologize for my shallowness and self-pity. I apologize for my selfishness and for feeling sorry for myself. I have nothing to feel sorry about. My family and I have much to celebrate. We have much to be thankful for.  August 29 (last day to get a partial registration refund) will come and go but until that day passes I don’t think I will give up on a little hope.  What’s wrong with hoping? I can’t wait until Oct 13 has passed because then it will be all over and behind me. Until that day my human heart aches to race. My type A personality desires to compete. But, thank the Lord, my desire to please Him and to listen to Him is MUCH stronger and much more determined. Doing God’s will and following His instructions is going to be the hardest and greatest race I will ever run. Can I do it? No. But, I know God can carry me when I get weak. I know, without a doubt, that through God ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE!!!!! That’s what I have learned!!!

  Good bye Kona. Your image has been too much of my focus. God must be my primary desire and my primary focus. Health and fitness are important but neither are possible without God’s help and blessings. I still plan on racing and I still plan on doing another Ironman but to God be the glory.

  So this closes my Ironman journey. Not sure if I will continue to blog since my only purpose of this blog was to talk about my Ironman journey. The journey has come to an end. My family and I are entering a new chapter. It promises to be full of many more adventures, challenges and learning experiences. May God lead us to His heavenly gates. I hope to see all of you there.

  Good bye my dear friends. Thank you for your support and for following me during this Ironman journey. I appreciate you all!!

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Lake Placid Ironman, The RACE!!!


Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. My alarm went off at 4am on July 22. It was time to get up, gear up and go. I was nervous as expected. For worship that morning I asked God to calm my nerves and to speak soothing words to me. I opened my Bible randomly and the first verse I looked at said: “Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and your plans will succeed” Proverbs 16:3. The second verse I read said “In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps” Proverbs 16:9. I quickly bowed my head and committed the race to the Lord once again and took comfort in His Words. I repeated the verses in my head the entire race and it gave me so much peace!!! After worship I was able to barely eat a banana and a bagel. Once my race attire was on and my gear bags loaded I was out the door and headed up to the Olympic Oval. (Thank you Jamie for waking up with me, praying with me and driving me up to the hub-bub.) First thing I did was pump up my bike tires, load my bike up with fuel and drink. Thankfully I noticed that my Sigma bike computer battery was dead and I came prepared with an extra battery. I changed the batter, took some pictures with my phone and then head to the body marking area. After marking my body I dropped off my special needs bags and then waited 30 minutes in line to use the outhouse. After lots of work I managed to get my wetsuit on just in time to cross through the swim gate and strategically place myself in the water for the swim start. The pro’s started 10 minutes ahead of the rest of us. Somehow I was able to find Matt H. in the water and we placed ourselves far right and about a foot behind the start flags. It was a perfect spot.

  BAAAM!!! The gun went off it was time to start the race of a lifetime. We had trained so long for this moment and I couldn’t believe it was time to put it all together. The first part of the swim was crazy but thankfully I never did get kicked in the face, pulled under or trampled on. I had a couple people actually grab my ankle which was the only time I would purposefully kick a little bit letting them know they better not grab my ankle, ever. Haha!!! It’s one thing to hit me or something but there is no need of grabbing. During the entire swim I stayed a fair bit right. Every time I came close to the cord I slowed down due to all the people. By staying far right I was able to keep moving with a clear path ahead of me. It might have cost me a little bit of time to swim wide but I would totally do it again. In no time at all the first lap of the swim was complete and I found myself running on the beach and heading out for my second lap.  I was so thankful for another lap, otherwise it would have been over way too soon. I wasn’t totally sure how to pace myself but I just listened to my body. I tried to move along at a good little clip without going anaerobic. It worked great. Next thing I knew I was out of the swim and laying on the ground with the strippers yanking off my wetsuit. (I love strippers. It would have taken me several minutes to get my wetsuit off). 

  The bike was next. I ran into the transition tent and quickly got my gear on. Volunteers were waiting at the end of all the bike racks ready to hand you your bike. I grabbed my bike and ran it to the mount area. Lots of people were watching, including my family. It was so wonderful to see them in the crowd wearing the awesome red support shirts Jamie made. I jumped on my bike and headed out. Once again I wasn’t totally sure how to pace myself. I knew I wanted to at least maintain an average pace of 17mph but was hoping I was capable of an 18mph pace. During the entire race I listened to my body and did what felt good at that moment. On the hills I was going anywhere between 6-12mph, on the downhill I was going 43-46mph and on the flats I was going anywhere between 20-25mph. The first loop of the bike I was surrounded by other racers. It was a battle not to draft. I saw several teams that were totally drafting off each other for much of the first loop. I did my best not to draft but at times it was really hard. Every pedal stroke I was just trying to soak it all in. Honestly, I was in my glory and just loving every minute. Before I knew it I was entering town and coming close to the different spots my family said they would be. Tears filled my eyes for so many reasons. First of all I couldn’t believe I was actually racing the Ironman. I missed Tucker and Jamie and knew I would be seeing them for a split second very soon. Also I was just really touched with how many people came to support Matt H. and I. One of our childhood friends, Lori S. flew up from Tennessee to support us. It was amazing. The crowds were yelling, screaming and cheering us all on. The energy was unlike anything. I just wanted to pause that moment for a really long time and enjoy every second. After making a sharp corner into town the very first thing I saw was a really blond headed boy on his daddy’s shoulders, both wearing the red shirt. I knew it was Tucker and Jamie and I just fell apart again. Soon after seeing Tuck and Jamie I saw Lori cheering me on and my mom and Jamie’s parents and Matt and Mariah and everyone else. I started to cry at this point, not just tear up. I was so touched. Then I reminded myself that I was losing precious sodium through my tears and told myself to stop. Haha!!! I was so thankful for a second loop on the bike. Never once did I wish the race to be shorter. Never once did I dread going out on a second lap, whether it be during the swim or bike or run. I thrived on every mile, every minute, every second. The second loop on the bike was a bit lonely. People had spread out at this point but I found myself still having to be careful not to draft. Unfortunately at one point, on the straights, I found myself behind a whole row of bikers. I knew I had two choices, either pass them all or slow down. Well, I didn’t want to pass them all because then I would be too tired heading into the hilly section of the race. I also didn’t want to slow down because that goes against every ounce of my competitiveness. While I was thinking through my strategy a good old motorcycle pulled up beside me and told me that I was getting penalized for drafting. He gave me strict directions to pull over in the next penalty box for a totally of 4 minutes. The next penalty box was 30 miles away so I had some good riding to do before I had to stop. The motorcycle worked his way forwarded nailing a bunch of people. At first I was totally bummed about the penalty but then I decided to use it as a strategy. I would push through the next 30 miles a little harder than normal since I would get a nice break 2 miles out from the marathon start. By the time I made it to the penalty box I was ready for a little break. It was actually a welcoming sight. Once I stopped though it was killing me watching all the bikers’ wiz by. Uuuuggg!!! I just wanted to go. After a long 4 minutes the referee told me to mount my bike and get ready to roll. He counted down the final 10 seconds and off I went. I only had 2 miles left until I dismounted my bike and head into the run transition. Near the end of the bike I felt great but was slightly concerned with how little fuel I was consuming. I ate some gummies but that was it. I didn’t touch any of the fuel tapped onto my frame and my Bento-box was still mostly full. Would I have enough energy to get through the run? At the dismount area I handed my bike off and immediately grabbed my run gear. My family was standing close to where my gear bag was hanging so I was able to talk to them for a quick second.  

  In the run transition tent I swear I just stood there while the volunteers did everything. They put my belt on, my watch on, my shoes on, sunblock on and so much more. I literally just stood there. It was amazing. I kept telling them over and over how awesome they were. In no time at all I was running through the run out gate starting the marathon. Once again I spotted my support crew who gave me a great boost going into the run. The first thing I noticed on the run was how I looked like a runner’s buffet. I had Gu bulging from my pockets, pinned to the outside of the belt, in my jersey pockets and everywhere else. The stuff was so annoying I actually started throwing it out. Glad I did too because I ended up not able to eat anything but 3 small pretzels, 5 grapes and 4 orange slices on the entire run. Thankfully I was able to drink though, which was my saving grace. I saw a lot of people walking and throwing up on the side of the road. Some athletes were screaming in pain as they worked through leg cramps, while others lay, what seemed to be, lifeless on the side of the road. I was so thankful for every step of progress I was able to make. I was concerned I was going to run out of steam at some point since I ended up doing my swim and bike faster than I thought and since I wasn’t able to eat much. The calories from my morning banana and bagel were long gone. Mentally though I wasn’t anywhere close to being done. Again I repeated Proverbs 16:3 to myself and kept praying that the Lord would give me strength. He sure did too!!! I was able to run the entire marathon without any trouble. I had nausea the entire run but never bad enough that I had to throw up. I never had any cramps and the blisters on my feet were minimal. I was worried because I was running on new shoes that had never been run in before. (It’s a long story but I don’t recommend buying new shoes right before an event and running in them for the first time during a race).  As I climbed back into town the crowds, once again, were yelling, screaming, and cheering us all on. I felt like the crowd and my support team reloaded my mental energy box and I was ready to head out for my final 13.1 miles. At this point I wasn’t dreading the last loop, instead I couldn’t believe how close I was to being done. I didn’t want to be done. It was all passing by like a flash. Thirteen miles was nothing compared to all the training I had done and all the miles I had covered already that day. Thirteen little miles was all I had left and I just wanted to soak in every step. Before I knew it I was at the run turn around farthest from town and found myself running toward the finish line. About 4 miles from the finish line I ran past our Inn where the Harlow gang was cheering us on. Eric S. ran beside me briefly and informed me that I was placing. Now, Eric S. knows his stuff and is one amazing athlete but I figured he must have been mistaken. There was no way I was going to place. Surely my time wasn’t that good. It’s important to note that I wasn’t looking at the clock at all that day. I knew if I saw how long it was taking me to finish the different legs of the race I might get discouraged. I just needed to run my race without any pressure and feel good. So I ignored the clocks, watches and timers. I just listened to my body. Anyway, I was shocked to hear that I might be placing. Unfortunately I didn’t have much to give. I had thoughts that I would just have to miss out on placing if I saw someone from my age group pass me. I didn’t have much left. The hardest part of the run was the second to last mile. But even that mile wasn’t bad. I was on my final mile and everything seemed surreal. I couldn’t believe that I was getting ready to run into the Olympic Oval and under the finish line. I started thinking about being able to place and decided I would never forgive myself if I slowed way down during the final mile and let a competitor pass me. I picked it up that final mile and before I knew it I was running around the Olympic Oval. I could see my support crew and I could hear all the people yelling but then I heard the words “Alicia Trott, from Topsham Maine, YOU ARE AN IRONMAN!!!!! I fell into the arms of a volunteer after crossing the finish line and all of a sudden I felt like I got hit by an eighteen wheeler. My tummy hurt so bad, I had no idea how sick I was on the run until I stopped. I knew I had nausea bad but drinking the flat Coke on course seemed to help me avoid throwing up. Thankfully the volunteer that caught me was Sue C. a friend and mentor from Brunswick Maine who was volunteering at the finish line. Sue has done several Ironman and was such a big help during my training. She was such an awesome sight. She escorted me to through the finish line, got my hat, and shirt, took me to get my picture taken and got my finisher medal. She helped me walk out the race legs and took me to my family. GREAT BIG thank you to Sue!!!  My tummy was in turmoil and nothing I did relieved the pain and discomfort. My family told me I looked green. It took a solid hour before I finally started to feel better. Once my tummy pain went away I was up and at it and ready to roll. Physically I felt great and mentally I was just high. What an experience. What a day!!! What an amazing group of volunteers and I’m so thankful for the best support crew ever!!! My final time was 11 hours, 47 minutes and 28 seconds. My goal was to finish the race somewhere between 12 hours 40 minutes and 12 hours 20 minutes. God gave me strength and a little speed. God helped me finish the race in much better time than I thought I was going to. God gave me such a smooth race; one that I will NEVER forget!!! What happened after the race is another story. We did find out that I actually did place 3rd in my age group. I was in shock and had no idea that was possible. I wish I had basked in the glory that Ironman night more than I did because everything was about to get tough and agonizingly hard the next morning. To this day I am still crying over what happened next and can’t wrap my mind around why things had to happen the way they did. It might all seem minor to you all but it’s kind of a big deal to me. I haven’t been able to blog about it yet and am not sure when I will but soon enough you will learn about the hardest part of the entire Ironman. My feelings to this day are raw. I don’t want to talk about the race, I don’t want to talk about the Ironman and I can honestly say I haven’t been able to enjoy having finished the Ironman since that Ironman night. BUT my heart is at peace with what happened and I know that in the end what happened was the right thing. To be continued…