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Tuesday, September 22, 2009

End of Season Upgrade

The sexiest bike in West Michigan got a little sexier last night. My Whisper Eclipse now has Zipp Vuka aerobars and, best of all, SHIMANO Di2!!!!!!!!!!! This is one fast, high-tech bike.

For more info on the Whisper/Jade products follow the links on the left hand side of this blog.

Later on.
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Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Mission Accomplished

Well, it's been two and a half weeks since the Ironman and I suppose I have had plenty of time to decompress.  I have been putting off a blog post for awhile now because I realized right away that there is no way I can adequately describe my experience.  To say that it was life-changing, although cliche, doesn't really do it justice but that is how I can best describe it.  As it has gotten further away everything seems to have "blended together" in a way and I have a difficult time explaining everything... so I won't try to go into details regarding our time before and after the race but rather will stay focused on the race itself.  What you should know is that I had incredible, incredible support from my family and friends.  My Grandparents, brothers, Dad, and wife all made the trip down and it wouldn't have been the same without them.  My friends and family who weren't able to make the trip checked in with Gwen to see how I was doing and sent words of encouragement both before and after the race and I couldn't have asked for anymore.  I have truly been blessed over the last year to have the love, support, and encouragement of a such a great network of people.  I would also like to reiterate how much it has helped to have those of you who follow the blog checking in on me... I only hope that I can do the same for those who have supported me.

So, that being said... 

I'll start by saying, it was a long day.  13:11:07 to be exact.  Gwen and I were up at 4:30 a.m. on race day to head down to transition and then to get into the line for the time trial swim start.  I assumed that we would be there in plenty of time but as it turned out the line had started EARLY, EARLY, EARLY in the morning and I got into line towards the back 1/3.  Really, it wasn't that bad because by the time I heard the cannon fire and the line started to move it only took about 20 or 30 minutes for me to get into the water.  It was such a surreal feeling to walk under the inflatable swim start arch and then down the path to the docks where we all jumped in.  It almost didn't seem real and it was crazy because the music was blasting, everyone was sort of run/jogging to the docks, and there were tons of people yelling and cheering.  It was a really beautiful start to the day.  The minute I hit the water it became real for me.  I started churning away and was able to hit my stroke fairly quickly.  The water was 80+ degrees and felt absolutely great.  I was worried about the current prior to the race but I didn't notice it one bit.  I felt really comfortable throughout the swim and didn't have any issues with people swimming over top of me, getting in my way, etc.  The one thing about the swim that was difficult was when we made the turn and started to head towards the swim exit.  The turn was quite a ways away from the exit but every time you looked up you caught a glimpse of one of the bridges in the distance (there are several bridges in Louisville and the swim exit happens to be immediately after one).  By the time I got to the first bridge I thought I was free and clear only to realize that I still had at least 1/2 a mile to go.  It was discouraging but it was way early in the day, and I was really jacked up so I didn't focus on it too much.  Coming out of the water, once again, the barricades were absolutely jammed full of people screaming and cheering you on.  I caught sight of my family and was really excited to see them.  Gwen had made custom Josh is Ironman shirts which were really cool and made spotting everyone easier.  I made it out of the water in just around 01:30:00 (for some reason I can't pull up my official times right now and I can't remember off the top of my head anything other than my finish time).

The transition tent was an animal all its own.  There were dudes running all over the place naked, screaming, jockeying for chairs, etc. etc.  Again, I was able to make it through transition without too much of a problem.  I definitely took my time to make sure that I had everything with me and when I made my way out of the tent there were volunteers who smothered me in sunscreen.  The bike course was absolutely beautiful.  I don't know what else to say... there were a lot of rolling hills and maybe two or three climbs that were pretty challenging (where I had to get out of the saddle).  I was able to keep a relatively high RPM and stayed right around my goal of 19.5 MPH for nearly the entire way.  I was really staying up on eating (granola bars, GU, pretzels) and drinking and by the last 30 miles I really started to have to pee.  I must have stopped three times to go but was okay with this because I was confident that I was properly hydrated at this point.  As usual, I felt strongest on the bike.  The one difficulty I had was on the big downhills I lost a lot.  What kept happening was two lanes would form.  The right lane would be the slower, less confident bikers and the left was the faster, more confident bikers.  When you are hitting 45 MPH+ speeds you want to make sure you are in the right lane.  Unfortunately for me larger riders, who generate more speed downhill, kept coming behind me on the downhill and I would have to move to the right side and then hit my brake to avoid riding up on someone.  This happened all day and I wasn't really able to stay on top of it.  Frustrating, but not a big deal in the end.

Off the bike I started the marathon.  I absolutely blew up at mile 8 on the marathon and the story of the rest of my day was fighting the pain.  I won't go into detail because ultimately the only thing you need to know is that I had to walk a lot and my stomach hurt.  BUT, it worked out... and like I said before.... I did it.

So, what now you may ask?  Well... IMLP is on the books for next year as is Ironman Kansas 70.3.  As for everything else... I'm taking a couple of weeks to relax, enjoy Gwen's prep. for the Chicago Marathon, and then we'll see... keep checking back in when you get a chance.

For those who are interested here is the link to a Picasa Web Album with pictures from IMKY

So much to say, so little time to say it, so few words to describe it.  I realize that this post/blog will never do it justice so I am not even making an attempt.  IF anyone has any questions, wants to know more, etc. etc. let me know I'll try to give as good a picture/description as possible.

Later on... 

Tuesday, September 1, 2009


It has been a crazy couple of days but long story short... I heard Mike Reilly say, "Josh Boeve from Holland, MI; YOU ARE AN IRONMAN" on Sun. night. It took me 13 hours and 12 minutes to get there but I made it and it was an absolutely incredible experience.

I'll post a full race report in the next couple of days once I'm actually back home (we were home for 30 minutes today before having to leave to pick up our dog from MSU where she had surgery last Fri.) and settled in.

Thank you so much for all the words of encouragement and support leading up to the race. Check back!
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Thursday, August 27, 2009

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock...

The clock is counting down. Gwen and I are here in Louisville and I'm definitely pumped up. I want to take a quick minute to thank everyone who has been checking in, leaving comments for me, and giving me encouragement. Wish me luck! I'll post following the race...

Later on...

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Bring It On.

Bib #'s were released for IMKY today.  Yours truly will be sporting Bib #321.  It's real baby and it is right around the corner.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

The "Staple" IM Nightmare Blog... W/ a Twist

First and foremost, I want to put it out there that if, after reading this post, you deem me to be neurotic and insane... you are probably only 1/2 right. The mental stress of IMKY's rapid approach seems to make itself evident in new and interesting ways every day but I'm happy to report that it has not driven me to the edge of sanity. Yet.

I think that I may have mentioned a time or two over the last several weeks that I have been having increasingly vivid, and strange, Ironman related nightmares. I am convinced that this is a common theme amongst those preparing for an IM, Marathon, etc. etc. My dreams started out as your run of the mill late for the race (similar to the late for your final exam variety dream), getting lost on the course, and other easily imaginable nightmares. From there I moved on to the more disturbing, being chased by a madman while trying to finish, and coming across a road that has been flooded variety. Each dream seemed to grow more intense, more vivid, and harder to shake in the morning. That being said, my dream last night is far and away the most creepy.

Before any of this I want to say that I know that your dreams are never as interesting to someone else as they are to you. I don't know how many times I have had to "act interested" when a co-worker explains their "crazy" dream and then spends what seems like forever pontificating about what it might mean. I won't bore you with my thoughts on what my twisted mind is telling me...

At any rate, here's the dream. Through a series of strange twists and turns in the race I somehow ended up in a massive sewer system. Disconcerting as it was to be totally off course I was more concerned with the "Freddy Kreuger-esque" gentleman that was chasing me. On foot I was having a terrible time staying ahead of him (and who is surprised by this when you consider my always slow run split?). I came to a portion of the sewer that was all chutes and ladders... (Probably something to do with my love for the video game Donkey Kong) and it was here that he caught me. I don't remember exactly what he said in the dream but as he wrapped his hands around my neck and started to choke me he said in a sinister voice "How do you like them apples... Ironman?" At this point I woke up gasping for air and trying to figure out what the heck was going on. I sat up so fast in bed that it scared one of the dogs awake and onto her feet. I could see her standing there staring at me wondering whether to run or lay back down. She's lazy and chose the latter.

So... there is the token "I have such crazy dreams during Taper Madness" post. Can't wait to see what the next couple of weeks will hold. Hope all is good.

L, P, and CG.
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