Why do I love being on the Timex Team??
Posted in Racing by Carole Sharpless…The reasons I could list would fill a book. But let me specifically talk about what it meant to me at Ironman Louisville 5 days ago.
After nursing a stress fracture, I decided last minute (errrr, like 4 days before the race) I was doing it. More info on this ordeal can be found via my race report on my website in the journal section: www.carole-sharpless.com
But I’ll include a portion here:
“I was incredibly sore and was NOT fit for the last miles of this marathon. I was giving it everything I had but couldn’t feel my legs. At mile 24, Mariska caught me. I held out my hand as she went by and she squeezed it honorably. Though my heart was broken to lose 3rd so close to the finish, she had fought well and earned her place. I will always display the best of sportsmanship I can to my competitors and will be pleased when it is given back to me. Once she passed me, I completely blew. I was hunched over and hurting, and had a run gait which resembled a praying mantas. As I finally approached the finish line I forced a smile because I had PROMISED myself, no matter what, I would have a good attitude about the day. Just finishing an Ironman is what still matters the most, and I wanted to represent Timex well as a positive athlete amid one of her worst professional performances. I got across the line and doubled over, complete muscular failure. I couldn’t even stand and a wheel chair had to bring me to the medical tent. I was dizzy and exhausted to my core. I had absolutely given everything and could have done no more…”
Fun, huh?
So why do I love being a part of this team?
1) My teammate, Kyle Marcotte, has become such a good buddy of mine. He, Jordan Rapp and Andriy Yastrebov were among the Pro men racing at Canada the day I was racing Louisville. Yastrebov finished 4th & Rapp finished 5th (yea, baby!), and Marcotte finished right behind them. That was a hell of a field racing that day in Penticton… my boys are STRONG. Marcotte and I had been texting regularly in the months leading to our respective races, and he was so supportive with my stress fracture situation, checking in on me, etc. After I finished I got word on the boys’ results, and sent a text to KM to congratulate. The first thing he wrote back was inquiry about my leg and how I was. I can’t explain it — but it was just such a “teammate” feeling. It was really awesome……
2) Having teammates Luiz Alvarez and Emily Herndon also racing IML was so great…. and to have Keith Meyer and Tammi Moses from Timex was like having my family there. Keith gave me a bike split at mile 15, “Sharpie, you’re 2:30 from Gollnick. Hang in there!” Just seeing him on the course felt like seeing my brother. Knowing he was out on the course made me feel like I had protection if something happened and I needed it. He was on a motorcycle doing splits during the marathon, and his loud, echoing, “C’mon Shaaaaaaaaaarpie!!!!” as he buzzed by on the opposite side of the road was just so helpful to my wounded spirit.
But most of all …..
3) Tammy Moses was my guardian angel. (!!) She was at the finish line when I collapsed and never left my side for even a minute when I was in the med tent. There seemed to be some hesitation in giving me an IV. I felt like death. After what seemed like 30 min, I looked at Tammy and pleaded pathetically, “I really need an IV. Can you do something?” Some sort of devil child unleashed from that sweet soul. (Thank God for me!) As protective as a mother bear over her cub, she looked at one of the medical volunteer’s and sternly said, “Carole needs an IV. GET HER AN IV.” The medical team jumped into action, and FAST. I didn’t blame them, I was afraid Tammy was going to beat someone up if they didn’t listen to her. :) As I was being a bit of an over-dramatic baby, Tammy held my hand while the nurse tried (and failed) to get my vein, and blood shot out everywhere. Then, as if Tammy hadn’t done enough… my complete muscular failure prevented…. how should I say this?? …. optimal “hovering” over a toilet. It wasn’t happening, people. I could barely stand much less bend my legs and I lost control of a couple other “functions”. I was still in my Timex racing outfit - you can put two-and-two together (pardon the pun) as to what happened. But Tammy is a PROBLEM SOLVER. She helped me hobble behind the port-o-johns in the med tent for a little bit of privacy, and helped me strip off those nasty things. I asked if she wanted to wear gloves …. my outfit was SOAKED in every type of thing that can come out of one’s body. Even I was disgusted. She wasn’t fazed (but did hold my shorts with the very tips of her fingers and made a face). Then she helped me get into some dry clothes… I smelled like I had been bathing in raw sewage …. but she didn’t seem to care. What she cared about was getting me more comfortable and getting me some food.
I can’t tell you how much she did for me — the GROSS stuff, people. WHO would do that??! Only a team that cares about the athletes as people first would do this.
Since then I have been inundated with emails from my Timex teammates, all checking on me and congratulating my day amid some “not ideal” circumstances.
I have been on many “teams” in my life…. but NOTHING is like being on the Timex Team. I feel so lucky…
Word.
Sharpie






