A tale of two cities:
A stroll down some of the popular streets in Detroit makes me daydream about what it would have been like to see the Big D its heyday. Looking at some of the deserted mansions, run down yacht club, empty hotels, and overgrown parks makes me wonder “this place had a pulse; it’s heartbreaking that pulse has flat lined”. I love Michigan! This is my home (for better or worse). I’ve the best hopes that Michigan (and Detroit) will get its act together, until then I’ll have to be content with what used to be and what might become. (Look at Toledo, they’re rebuilding and taking homage to the past but putting a foot towards the future). I love their new ballpark.
Getting off the Delta Airlines Crj-900, I was not sure what to expect in the town they call Nah-Lins (phonetically spelled of course). New Orleans had it’s heyday in the turn of the 19th century and every Mardi gras (until Katrina). We all remember Ray Nagan the mayor of New Orleans yelling on the phone to the media screaming “I need help, my city is underwater!” We drove past the SuperDome and I was haunted by what I remembered (the images on the news of people who didn’t evacuate and were caught in the storm surges). As we pioneered deeper into the city, I noticed Nah-Lins had a pulse! This city is not only alive; it’s amped with caffeine (and a shot of bourbon)!
Prior to racing the New Orleans (NOLA 70.3), I could have questioned the race director’s choice of venues. After racing 70.3 miles through this magnificent city, I was in love with everything this southern Louisiana city had to offer.
Aaron Scheidies (www.cdifferentwithaaron.com) flew me down to guide him in his first 70.3 in 5 years. Aaron was in amazing shape! We started the swim and a break neck pace. Typically I know how Aaron races: He’ll go out super hard and fall off pace. Not this time! Aaron with all his passion pushed the pace and really lit up the swim. We started in the pc wave (4 minutes after the pros). Aaron was on such a pace, he caught about 20 pros. I couldn’t believe the improvement, but was very happy for him. We did swim in lake Pontchartrain. I got this feeling (similar to being in Detroit) of nostalgia. The difference?… this is where the floods began. We were standing 9 feet below sea level and hand to climb up into the lake. On the bike, it was the real treat! We rolled through 56 miles of swamp and hurricane demolished structures! What a sight, however; the only difference between the structures in New Orleans and Detroit is a hurricane. You could feel the ghosts and the souls in the dormant structures that have been left to fall over and parish forever. I need to reiterate the fact that New Orleans has a pulse and it’s permeating in a radius from the French Quarter outward. That pulse seems to gain strength day after day (where Detroit looses blood pressure every second).
Finally, the run! We ran through the heart and soul of New Orleans! I can’t believe the sights I was able to see. Some houses looked like they were worth a million bucks (ole’ southern plantation style), others were waiting their turn for renovation. 13.1 miles through a hot, sticky, winding road… and loving every second of it! My best friend (guiding him through the Ironman of his life), feeling the life force of a city on a rebound! What a way to start the season!!!
Some numbers for y’all
1000 (miles flown to reach NOLA 70.3 Ironman)
1.5 miles swam (28:00)
29 minutes it took to fix our flat tire during the race
56 miles rode (2:25)
8 water stations packed with cold water, Ice, power gels and great volunteers
789 police escorting the racers along the closed course
13.1 miles ran through the street of New Orleans (1:44)
3 number of post race hurricanes (the ones you drink)
3000 athletes in this year’s race (what a great multisport family)!!!
I could gush on and on about racing with Aaron! He’s been my inspiration and helps me become the best athlete I can be! I’m truly a blessed individual to have these opportunities in life with Aaron. I remember during the run, I told Aaron (being inspired by the City and the People of New Orleans), that I am so grateful that we have become close like brothers and WE are A family! I’m a better person because Aaron came into my life! Thanks buddy!
To sum up my experience…I’m reminded of this life lesson:
A mentor once taught me a simple but powerful notion… Ya either are getting better or getting worse! This parallel can be said about these two cities… Both cities (Detroit and New Orleans) are at the same place at the same time. One is clinging on for dear life and another has found itself. One waits for a bailout and one bales itself out. Life and Triathlon also share the parallels (you get out what you put in). Perhaps my neighbors due east can take a cue from their southern Louisiana brethren.
Now get out there and get better (not worse)