"Because marathons have been ruined by people who think it’s fine to walk. Because life is too easy and Everest is too far away" Elizabeth Weil
Like many people, I've always wanted to do Ironman. Not an Ironman, though; just the Ironman. You know, the big one in Kona. The World Championships. But, as a middle-of-the-pack guy, my chance of qualifying for Kona is about as likely as me dunking in the NBA championships. So, I dream, I watch TV coverage, and I keep doing my little sprints and olympics. Life is good.
Oh yeah - and I enter the Ironman Lottery.
And I win.
So, the guy who has never done a tri longer than an Olympic; has run one marathon 15 years ago; last rode a century bike ride during Clinton's presidency (the FIRST term), and who times his OWS with a tide table, is going to Kona.
I equate this to going to Fantasy Camp - you know, where you pay big bucks to go pretend you're a big league ball player, or you drive a race car for a living.
While this has been public knowledge for a while, until I had a lot of logistics in place and I did my validation race (Providence 70.3 a few weeks back), I didn't want to say much. With this all being in place, I'm going to invite everyone along for the ride. For the next 75 days (holy crap - less than 11 weeks!), I'll be keeping everyone updated on my training, my progress, and my general freaking-out. Maybe daily, maybe every-other day, maybe just a few lines. But we are going to have some fun!
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