Why is it that most of the hair-brained ideas I get start with the thought, "...gee,I wonder what that would be like?". I mean, really, it's all very well and good to sit at a computer and stare off into cyber-space and watch other people climb Everest, complete the Death Race, or walk on the moon...but what evolutionary hiccup do I have (in common) with those people that makes me think that I can do these things, too? Hmmm, I guess I'm about to find out.
I'm signed up for it...it's official. They have my money, with no refund possible...August 30, 2009 I will complete my very first Ironman.
It's right about this time that my knees get a bit weak, my stomach flips and that very palpable shiver goes down my spine at the very thought of race day next August. "Can I do this?", "Will I make it?", and the ever-popular, "How much is this gonna hurt?" occupy the majority of my cerebral real-estate at this moment. My gut instinct says, "You can't NOT do this...you'll regret that decision forever"...so here I sit. In front of my computer, $575.00 (US) poorer, slightly petrified, but SO glad that I pressed that final button to confirm my registration.
Being the social animal that I am, I'm already looking forward to training with my friends. The trips, the bricks, the other races that will get us to the IMC start line. I am soulfully embracing the challenge of learning "balance" in my life; work/training, training/life, and any other combination that life will throw my way. This is no small endeavour, that's for damn sure...I wish myself luck. :)
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