I'm still riding on the high from yesterday. What an unbelievable day. I could barely sleep last night and was back at the expo and in race land as soon as I woke up. I dropped my bike off, bought a massive bag of finisher gear and went to the banquet. I'll be "that girl" wearing head to toe Ironman Wisconsin gear, while writing with my Ironman Wisconsin pen and drinking coffee out of my Ironman Wisconsin mug. Ok, I didn't buy a pen.
I have no regrets, no thoughts about "what if" or how I could or should have done, none of this "it wasn't the race I trained for" even though it wasn't. I'm just happy. Ridiculously and overwhelmingly happy, that I had the chance to even show up at the start and was given the gift of the finish. It was slow, long and painful. If you had told me a year ago that I'd walk a marathon I would have said you were insane. I'm a runner, not a walker, and I quickly realized I don't have the muscles required for walking! I'll never be able to put the emotions and experience into words. I cannot think of a time in my life where I was that overjoyed. People say everything happens for a reason. If I had been overly focused on my 13:30 goal I would have missed the incredible display of humanity, joy, kindness, sadness, defeat, elation and respect I saw out there for nearly 16 hours yesterday. And I was right in the middle of it. The energy transfer from person to person was amazing.
Here is my finish. Kristin Torres, you are an Ironman.
I'll share photos and a full report soon. I want to remember every moment of it.