Really, it's like there is a teenage boy in the house.
At this point I'm just ready to GO! I'm tired of waiting, tired of training, tired of resting, tired of planning. I'm tired of stressing over packing and remembering everything and buying last minute tubes, GUs, and tolietries.
I just want to get on the plane - with Bella-the-bike in tow - and get down to warm, sunny Cozumel. And become an Ironman.
let's do this.
Oh, and my most recent crazy IM dream? I finished the race in 9h 10m [you didn't know I was that fast, did you?]. I was waiting in line to get my picture taken at the finish, and I realized I didn't remember get a medal. Actually, I realized I didn't remember ANY of the race and that made me sad. I went to get a medal and the guy just had leftover medals from Rhode Island 70.3. He gave it to me and said "is it really a big deal?" and I said "yes! it's a HUGE deal!"