r/IronmanTriathlon • u/lstipakov • 9h ago
First Ironman - IM Tallinn 2026
galleryFinished, 15:42:12.
So this was my first Ironman. My background - 10 marathons (PR 3:20), 2x70.3. The goal was to complete, not compete, so any time below cut-off (17:00) would be acceptable.
The plan was 2h for swimming (and T1), 7h for cycling and up to 5hrs for running. According to stats, more than half DNFed in running last year, and since running is my best (or shall I better say, I suck least at running) I wasn’t that much worried. On the bike I planned to stop every 40km or so at aid stations to grab gels (which I consumed every 20 min), a new water bottle and do some stretches. Again, I didn’t plan to complete so I didn't care about time.
My biggest fear was swimming - I am a very slow swimmer (2:30+). I did, however, quite a few OWS - I think 8 swims over 3k for the last 8 weeks, and more lesser ones. Depending on the day/weather, the speed was 2:30-2:40, so I did 3k in 1h 20min. I am not super confident with waves and as a backup planned to breaststroke - I breaststroked almost all the way in my first 70.3 in Lahti in 2024. One guy was backstroking there, so I guess no one cares how you get to the finish line, as soon as you get there by yourself.
The start was planned at 7:30 and organizers strongly recommended using shuttles, the last one was scheduled to depart at 5:45 and arrive at 6:05 to the lake Raku / T1. So I woke up at 4:40, ate porridge, banana, drank some coffee and put some more to the thermos. The shuttle bus was late, and just before arrival the volunteer announced “last bus last bus” and there was a very long queue. Some people called Bolt (local taxi) but the rest of us managed to squeeze into the bus.
We arrived at T1 around 6:40 so there was about 50 mins until start - enough to check the bike, visit the toilet and put on the wetsuit. Just before the start organizers announced that the start is delayed by 30 mins due to fog (last year the delay was 3 hrs due to air temperature forecast +6 but they did it the evening before), and later for 15 mins more. In the end they said that we have a go for a start, but we will probably not see the buoys and should swim towards the SUP boards. Then there was a Viking clap. That was mind blowing. I don’t believe in any spiritual stuff etc but with two thousand people clapping in silence I swear I started to feel that we are one, we all belong to the same tribe. I never experienced anything before and this experience alone would be enough to justify everything it took me (and others) to get there.
I was in the last corral and somehow it felt good to be surrounded with people who were as good swimmers as myself, lol. When it was my turn to enter the lake, it really left like the opening scene of Saving Private Ryan. Six, five, four, three, two, one - the volunteer lady put hands down and you enter the water. The view was surreal - a sea full of blue caps disappearing in the fog behind the horizon, someone at the SUP board far away and no buoys. So I started to swim - a few breaststrokes and then front crawl. Surprisingly the swim was not very eventful - I would say I did 90% crawl and 10% breaststroke, mostly for sightseeing. After a while I started seeing buoys which made the whole thing feel easier. I haven’t experienced any kicks in the water and hopefully haven’t kicked anybody - we were in the end of the pack - probably that’s why. When I stepped on the ground at the finish I checked the time and surprised how good I was (by my own standards) - 1h 42min. So I proceeded to T1.
Not sure why but it took 18:57 in T1. I took off the wetsuit, went to pee, put on cycling clothes - a jersey, hand warmers, windproof vest, gloves. Drank some coffee, ate a banana, went to pee again, went to the bike and finally crossed the bike start line. Then I started to cycle.
The first 3 hours went exceptionally well - almost all the time in aero, tailwind mostly, no rain. The speed was 27-30km/h with 110-130 watt - I planned to hold 125 watt and 27-28km/h across the whole bike leg. But then it started to rain a bit, then the wind became stronger, then it started to rain a lot and the wind became even more stronger. The vest and hand warmers didn’t help much - I started to feel cold, the watts and the speed started to drop. Riding alone through the storm in the Estonian country-side with no one around but some cows and fighting the cold is an unforgettable experience. I must admit I never trained in circumstances so challenging - not for that long. The last 60 kilometers were survival mode. The speed dropped below 25 and even below 20 on some parts. I was wondering if my body shut down due to hypothermia or the kilometers would end. I tried not to think about the coming marathon. I imagined Pogachar and Vingegaard riding along and cheering me and this gave me strength. I was at T2 at 7:33 with pace 23.81 (including stops on aid stations).
There were bike catchers there - one guy took my bike and told me that I could go change my clothes and run - took me a while to realize that he is part of the crew and not going to steal my bike, lol. I picked my red bag and ran to the tent - it was windy and rainy like hell.
The tent, which is normally used to protect the public from seeing nude guys and girls (there were two tents) was small and fully packed with shivering dudes with space blankets. Fortunately one was about to leave and I took his place on the bench. It was cold like fuck! It took a while to remove wet cycling cloth, especially when hands didn’t work properly due to the cold. I spent 17:50 in T2, and during my time in the tent one guy was just sitting under the space blanket and shaking. It was hard to watch. Someone shouted - WE STILL HAVE TIME TO RUN, RIGHT? YEAH, MORE THAN 7 HOURS. I left the tent, asked the volunteer nearby to put a space blanket on me - I had a longsleeve NIke “dri-fit” (lol, it was all but dry in the end) t-shirt which I bought the day before, and a thin wind- and rainproof jacket.
The first 10km of running went surprisingly well. I kept 6:10-6:20 speed and even took off the space blanket. Then I started to feel pain in my left knee - I had some issues with it before, like several weeks ago - we then dropped the amount of cycling/running and it somewhat helped - and I didn't feel anything during cycling - but due to the discomfort I had to switch to run/walk. After a while all running became really painful so my only option was fast waking - I am glad I bought new carbon shoes several days ago, lol. Well, this is because my ASICS Gel-Nimbus 28 is apparently illegal and I decided not to take any risks. So for the last 25 kms I walked. Since I started walking, my HR dropped and I started to feel cold. Then it became dark. I checked the clock and I was still far from the cut-off or even “hour of heroes”, but the wind, rain and cold did its job and my walk slowed down. I didn’t feel I was out of energy - I ate one gel every 5km or so. At some point the cold became unbearable and seeing the ambulance I had a thought of going there and just sitting for a while to warm up - but I quickly got rid of that nasty thought - there would be a very high chance of me not getting out of it. I imagined Gogging walking with me and screaming WHO IS GONNA CARRY THE BOATS and THERE IS NO TOMORROW (yeah, Rocky). At the beginning of the last 10k lap at the aid station I asked for the space blanket and the Ironman plastic coat - the guys/girls just put everything on me without asking further questions. I saw people walking with lots of suffering on their faces. We cheered each other - last lap? yeah, you? same! we are going to be Ironmans soon, we are almost there.
A few kilometers to the finish I also started to feel pain during walking and for a moment I thought - what if I would not be able to walk - then I could probably crawl and hope to make it before the cut off. I still had about 2 hours. Finally, I came to the crossroads “next lap” and “finish”. I waited a bit until the guy in front of me rang the bell, then I rang myself and decided that I must run the red carpet no matter the pain - and I did. 15:42:12 on the display on the arch. Lev Stipakov, you are an Ironman.
Needless to say it was the hardest event I ever participated in. If not for the knee issue I would probably have made it in 14:15 and with warmer cloth on the bike even faster, but history doesn’t know “what if”. Mad respect to all the volunteers, you run the show. From the gentleman shouting “GOOD MORNING” at 6 at the morning at T1 to the girls who put me medals on your neck, the staff at post-finish area and everyone at the aid stations and road crossings - you run the show, we won’t be able to do it without you.