Ironman was a little over two weeks ago. So I've been obviously been meaning to post about it, but I've just been sort of busy doing all the things I wasn't doing when I was training for Ironman - like working and sleeping, for example. And I just couldn't really figure out what I wanted to say. I was trying to set aside time to write a really lengthy description of every minute of that day. But then I got my pictures and realized that wasn't really necessary. Because this one says it all.
I got kicked in the head, the lip, and the ribs during the swim. It was freezing and choppy and scary. I loved every minute of it. I was on the bike for 9 seconds shy of 8 hours. That's a long f*ing time. I ate poptarts and shot bloks and applesauce and oreos and watermelon and cookies. (All of which fueled me perfectly much to the surprise of many) I didn't get sunburned at all thanks to the amazing volunteers who literally bathe you in sunblock. I followed my plan for the run and did 9 minute run, 1 minute walk intervals for the first 22 miles, and then I just ran. I laughed, I smiled, I talked to people. I enjoyed being outside and just playing all day. Being healthy and alive enough to be there in that moment on that day. There was not one single moment when I thought about quitting. Not one.
I did this race exactly how I wanted to - smiling the whole time. Nothing else really mattered. And I loved every mile - all 140.6 of them. Every hour - all 14 of them. Every minute - all 23 of them.
It was perfect.