Lofty Goals

Yeah, so like any high-glam city girl rockin’ her Friday night, I’m sitting here in my bed listening to politically conservative podcasts and cruising blogs.

And what am I discovering?

Well, besides the pro v. con argument of open borders?

Yup – I am discovering that I WANT TO DO ANOTHER IRONMAN.

I think I have seen every single picture taken of the recent CdA IM, and I am overwhelmed with the desire to abuse my body yet again.

And soon.

And this is all pretty silly, especially since I am struggling right now to just complete my ½ Iron training for my upcoming race.

But there’s been this nagging voice in the back of my head, telling me, “You can do it, and you can do it BETTER.”

But man, I so loved my IM experience.

I want to have the structure of training for such a huge goal.

I want to feel that anticipation of the race getting closer.

I want to feel the exhaustion of a stupid long 7-hour brick, and still have dinner with my sister afterwards.

I want to see my family all together again.

I want to pull my goggles over my eyes and know that I CAN swim over 2 miles while simultaneously getting punched in the face.

I want to feel the sun on my shoulders over the 112 miles bike.

I want to feel the burn of my quads off the bike.

I want to see the 26.2 miles ahead of me, and think, “Phew! Almost over!”

I want to finish while it’s still light outside…which means a sub-14 hour.

I want to cross that line properly – by taking in every screaming spectators, slowing it down, and not flying in like I did the first time.

I want to actually hear my name called this time.

I want 140.6 miles to figure out where I am going to put my tattoo.

I want to win the lottery so I can fund this desire.

But I want to be there. Again.

Madison 09?

Good lord I need help.