Ironman Blues

Ironman Blues.

I had heard the term. It's not a technical term. It's one of those terms that people who have finished an Ironman race have coined because basically after their big race they feel lost in life. They have the blues. They don't know what to do. I scoffed at that thinking "What, how is that possible? You just finished a huge event, live off of that high for life and move onto the next one!"

The Ironman Blues are real.

Ironman 70.3 Florida: The Overflow of Emotions

I went straight to the food tent after receiving my medal. This was two-fold. One: I was hungry and knew if I sat down I may never (at least not in a reasonable amount of time) get up again. And Two: I was bawling my eyes out.

Ironman 70.3 Florida: The Run

Ironman 70.3 Florida Swim: Done. Not how I had planned, but done.

Ironman 70.3 Florida Bike: Done. Not how I had planned, I lost two water bottles, blew one tire, but done.

Ironman 70.3 Florida Run: 13.1 miles from the finish line.

Ironman 70.3 Florida: The Bike

I knew I probably had a DNF already. But that didn't mean that I couldn't go out and rock the bike and run portions of the race and know that I could do it. I mean, maybe my watch was wrong. I could race 70.3 miles in a row. I could have given up. But for what?

Ironman 70.3 Florida: The Swim

I went to bed early the night before my first Half Ironman and I'm pretty sure I didn't move at all while I slept. I had spoke to Kristine and Matt before going to bed, they gave me last minute advise. They told me I'd do great. They told me to have fun. And with that I drifted off to sleep trying not to think about everything I was really thinking about.

Ironman 70.3 Florida: Ironman Village

After a few days in Florida the time had come. The time when as they say, "Shit was about to get real." I had to go to Ironman Village. I had to check-in. I had to seemingly sign my life away, or at least for race day. I had to go to a course talk. And after 2pm I was able to rack my bike. Then basically ... there was no going back. Not a single bit of going back. Well sure, I could have not showed up on race day, but that wasn't an option.

The Road to Ironman 70.3 Florida

The thing about picking a race to do that is not near you means: Road Trip.

Life ... It Happens

You're probably wondering what happened to me. Maybe you're wondering if I made it through Ironman Florida 70.3 on April 10, 2016. The answer is YES! I MADE IT! .

Now since that's out of the way ... where have I been? Living life. Life happens. Good. Bad. Indifferent. Confusing. Twisting. Turning. Tiresome. It happens.