Dreaming.

I still can't believe the Ironman is so close.

I am at a point in my training where I am exhausted, drained, tired, missing friends, missing sleeping in, and trying to decide if all the sacrifice is worth it. There are days when I can say without a doubt that this is all worth it - the times when Tommy and I meet our friends for workouts or when we are alone and just enjoy the quality time together. And then there are times that I think, "Why the hell am I up at 4AM to ride my bike before work when I could have gone to dinner with friends and slept until a normal hour?" - and it's on those days that it's helpful for me to read things like this.

It puts it all in perspective. We do this because it's hard. We do this because it pushes ourselves to the limit - both in training and on race day. We do this because ultimately we love being out there, in the elements, doing what we love with people who love it too...and may the best man win. You never know what the day may bring...no matter what you do, how hard you train, how fast you go...you may not finish. The joy in finishing is knowing that anything could have happened.

I still maintain that I WILL NOT be signing up for next year, but I know that if I can cross that finish line still standing, it will be one of the hardest things I have ever had to pass up.

47 days until I become an Ironman. 3 more hard weeks and then the taper begins...