The countdown started at 376 days, though I actually signed up for Ironman a few days before that. And let's be honest, even signing up was something that I looked forward to and planned for as soon as I made the commitment to myself to do it.. And before that, there were years of thinking about it and wondering if it was possible...this one dream that I'd spend over a year of my life dedicated to, and that would be over in 16 hours, 37 minutes and 39 seconds. The countdown went from 376 days to 100 days to double digits and then single digits...and then back to double digits... and then all of a sudden, there's no more countdown. Ironman is over. Mission accomplished. But now what?
There are some moments that I have to remind myself that this actually happened. As I think back to that day, the thought that I did a marathon is mind-blowing. I was at the race before the sun came up and I didn't finish until hours after the sun went down. I was awake for 24 hours. I lost an entire day...but I gained so much more.
Since then, not one day has passed that I haven't thought about Ironman. It's weird to think about it in the past tense, free of the stress of cutoff times and anxiety over what to wear and how fast I'll be on the bike. But that's the problem, past tense.
For the first time in over a year, I don't have any specific goals. It's a weird feeling when the one thing you've dreamed about for years - literally years - is done. Over. Completed. Past tense.
Since then, not one day has passed that I haven't thought about Ironman. It's weird to think about it in the past tense, free of the stress of cutoff times and anxiety over what to wear and how fast I'll be on the bike. But that's the problem, past tense.
For the first time in over a year, I don't have any specific goals. It's a weird feeling when the one thing you've dreamed about for years - literally years - is done. Over. Completed. Past tense.
First run/walk post-Ironman in the lovely fall colors! |
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