Texas River Marathon

On Saturday, May 3, I had a chance to experience my very first taste of marathon paddling. Greg Wynn and I entered the Texas River Marathon. That's our picture on the upper left, right after a grueling 38 miles of gut busting paddling. This race also determined our starting position for the Texas Water Safari, which is 262 miles long, and begins on June 13.

We have been training now for over a month and have put in about 120 miles of paddling. Our boat is an aluminum canoe, which you can see in the pictures on the bottom row. The boats come in all kinds, shapes, and sizes. We are entered in the aluminum class. One of the hardest classes to paddle because of it's weight and size. But it's a tough boat that can handle the beating from the rocks and trees, which we tend to hit, bump, and generally run into.

Now being a rookie, I really did not know what to expect. We were told the starting line would be at the bridge on hi236. We were in the water and making our way towards the bridge when they announced the race would start in 30 seconds. When it started we were at least 150 yards behind most of the canoes and kayaks. We started at a big disadvantage. Now we had been averaging around 4.2 to 4.5 miles an hour in our practice sessions. Some of these boats with 4 and 6 man teams were averaging 6 and 7 miles an hour, and immediately pulled away from us. Now they are not in our class, but we were racing also for a good starting position.

Greg and I paddled hard hitting 6 sometimes 7 miles per hour, and after 1o miles, yes 10 miles, (it takes a long time to catch someone when there is only a one mile an hour difference in speed) , we finally caught up to a group of 3 canoes. Two were aluminum boats we found out later were not in our class, but in the novice class. We talked with them for awhile paddling. They had lots of questions, and were impressed with the fact, we had music playing while we paddled. It helps pass the time, plus we can sing off key at the top of lungs if we want.

Finally we pulled away from them and really didn't see any other canoes or kayaks for the next 5 or 6 miles. At the Thomaston river bridge Greg's dad, who is a great guy and our team captain, told us we were in seventh place in our class with one boat just ten minutes ahead of us just out of sight. I don't know about Greg, but my competitive spirit kicked in big time. I went after it. Poor Greg probably thought I was crazy. I apologized later for kicking the pace way up. we can't do that in the big race in June, or we won't finish. Anyway, we finally caught them after a couple of miles. We passed them, they would pass us back; this went on for awhile, until finally we started to pull away just a little. I think it helped that they decided to pull over and stop. Honestly, I don't think I could have kept the pace up much longer.

For the next 10 miles we did not see another boat at all. I can't vouch for Greg, but for me, it was tough. We had the wind blowing in our faces, and the paddling was hard. We had expended so much energy catching those earlier boats, I knew we didn't have much left. We just needed to finish. So we slowed down a little, not much, to say 4 to 4.5 miles per hour. We both had kind of hit the wall so to speak. Then way up ahead I spotted 2 canoes. I really couldn't tell what kind they were, and there was only about 8 miles left in the race, so catching them would be almost impossible. I remember asking Greg what he had left in his tank, and I loved his reply, "let's mak'em think about it."

Greg found us some paddling music, and we started after them. Now we really didn't have a chance, we knew it. But if they made any mistake, if might maybe could happen. As we got closer, we discovered both canoes were in the unlimited class. They were carbon fiber canoes, a single and a double who should be able to run circles around us. The double made the mistake of pulling over to take a picture. Now we knew we couldn't stay with them, but we made them earn it. As we approached the single canoe, we find out this guy was experiencing some health issues with some b12 mix he had taken. One hundred yards from the finish line, we drew even with him and passed him and gave the double a run but couldn't quite pull it out.

As we pulled into shore I knew we had given all we had that day. It had been a great learning experience for me. I learned alot about the marathon and pacing myself I also learned alot about myself and how I need to adjust my own personal training. Greg makes a great paddling partner. He is such an encourager and positive thinker and a good friend. It doesn't get much better than that-a day on the river, God, great music, and paddling with a good friend.

At first I couldn't stand up. When I finally did, I was kind of woozy and dizzy. I am so glad Greg's dad was there to help move the boat, I had nothing left. I had my wife Becky drive me home. I didn't trust myself. Well, the training continues. The great adventure awaits. I still don't know why I am doing this. But so many people have encouraged me and I know are praying for Greg and me every time we go out. God is teaching me many lessons through this. I hope one day to have a clearer understanding of His plan and purpose.

P.S. We received the official results: We finished 4th place in our class and 38 overall against all classes.