
The journey started a year ago when 14 type 1 diabetics got together for the first time. We had been asked to join Triabetes as team captains for 2009 and in doing this we signed up to compete in Ironman Arizona. We all took to each other quickly and had a great time trading stories of our lives with diabetes. We volunteered to work at the run aid station with TriSports so we could gain priority entry into the following year's event and as quickly as they appeared they all went home. But after this wekend we had started to formed bonds. The kind you can't form with your coworkers, friends, or even relatives. We all had a couple of things in common: We were all type 1 diabetics, and we all had lofty athletic goals. Although every one of us comes from different backgrounds these commonalities were enough to hold strong our bonds.
Over the following months we followed each others journeys. Anne spent a great deal of her year recovering, first from a debilitating bike wreck which took place in the sprint finish at a crit race near her hometown, then from overuse injuries preventing her from getting the run training she had wanted. Bill rode 118 mile bike rides in 118 degree heat. Sean started his race career fresh, jumping right into half iron distance races such as Wildflower and Hi 70.3. Jerry steadily improved his swimming from that of a non-swimmer through lots of grueling swim workouts. We watched Denise struggle with her lifelong battle with candy - often having it get the best of her, but she battles it all the way. Heather dealt with balancing her intense and demanding workouts with her equally and often more intense and demanding work of teaching children. Sebastien kept everyone's spirits up with NSFW images whether we wanted them or not! David humbled me by kicking my ass at several local races. Jim struggled though sickness and injury and got to represent Triabetes at the famous Escape from Alcatraz. Reid had to keep his workers in line and this made him struggle to keep workouts going while working long hours himself. Mark somehow balanced countless projects and still continued to train regularly - I don't think he ever sleeps. Casey ate up the competition on his continued quest for Kona. This only touches the surface of the things we all went through together, even though much of it was spent with us spread out throughout the continent.
Without all of these people the impact we had last weekend at Ironman Arizona would not have held as much meaning as it did. Knowing that all of them were there, whether sick, not feeling ready, or whatever the situation was we all made it to the line together that day. I am proud to be a part of this group of individuals that all understood that we weren't just trying to do some crazy race, but we were trying to spread a message with a resounding blast that could be heard far and wide. Based on the support of all of the Triabetes vvolunteers, the Triabuddies and their families, and everyone involved we have made a great and lasting impact on the lives of many that we saw firsthand, and likely many we will never know. In fact after reading the blogs of my teammates, the volunteers, and those who just saw us out there I find that being a part of this is far greater than the selfish desire to look cool because I competed in an Ironman race.
I hope that if you are diabetic, or know anyone with diabetes, you can point to us and say "See, those 15 Triabetics did it, and they had the support of dozens - neigh hundreds of others pulling for them the whole way.
Soon I will recap my race, but I wanted to thank everyone involved in making Ironman weekend one to never be forgotten. My teammates who helped me gain the confidence, knowledge, and power to come to this race prepared and as healthy as I have ever been in my life - even pre-diabetes. The staff at Triabetes, who had a vision of something that could be great, and went for it. They have truly created something special that has already and will continue to change lives. The volunteers, one of whom loaned me a bottle of Novolog when I was without insulin during the marathon (whoever you are give me you address and I will get that bottle back to you!). They did an amazing job of motivating, and from what I have read they created lifelong friendships with other diabetics along the way. And finally to my girlfriend who has been put through the wringer by my selfish demands so I could continue training the long hours required for a race like this one.
Anyhow, this is a lot of babble. I expect most will have glossed it over, but I thought it was important to express just how much the race weekend meant to me. Look for my race report coming up soon. Lots of things were learned during this race. And what is in store for me into the future...?








