It’s almost 1 year ago, to the minute. The greatest feeling in my life. Pure fire.
And it’s the reason I’ve debated never doing another full Ironman ever again.
I tossed around the grand idea of competing in two Ironmans next year, Mont-Tremblant and Texas, but the same thought keeps coming back to me: it will never top Lake Placid.
Long distance training of any type simply takes over people’s lives, and
it’s something I don’t generally care for anymore. I busted my ass for
so long to get to the Ironman finish line, 7 years to be exact, and
ultimately conquered it. Maybe I’ll get the urge again in a couple years
to tear shit up on the full course, but for the time being I’m just
going to find other reasons to smile and be happy.
I ran 4 miles today without my Garmin, listening to the playlist I made for the morning of LP last year, and it was the strongest I’ve felt on the run in a long time. It felt good to just run for the sake of running.
I’m not sure what this blog will become during this transition phase, but one thing that I know that’ll stay the same is my passion for being a smartass. That’ll never change!