While my heart was torn from my chest 10 years ago, stomped on, salt poured on it and then placed back into my body, all in a matter of days, I'm here. You don't ever think you'll be OK again, but you are. While I still feel like an orphan (sorry Dad), I know that she is my guiding angel on all this craziness - and thank GOD, Lord knows I need her to help me through these days. That is why her name is on my bike. The Orbea Tri bike named Sue.
Now, on with the goods...
You know you're training for an Ironman when...
- You truly can fall asleep sitting on the toilet.
- You go to bed while it's still light out...on the weekends. I think I saw 8:30 on Friday and Saturday nite - what a parrrty animal I have become.
- You get up to get your a.m. workout in and people are just coming home from the bar.
- You can eat enough food to sustain a 300lb man.
- Your best friend is Assos cream. Everyone needs Assos for their ASSSSos.
- You can only have ONE freakin beer on a Saturday nite because you can't get toooo dehydrated for the next mornings swim.
- Last but not least...you know you're training for Ironman when all these things are happening and your family and friends still love you.
So, thank you to my family and friends - who I am certain my Mom has sent to me. Angie was most certainly hand picked and dropped into my life. I mean who else will sing to you on a recovery ride and remind you constantly to look for 'one more fry in the bag.' This should be her mantra as she repeats it to me often - see, we don't eat fast food often but think about the last time you did, you pulled out the burger and started to eat it, then, hidden under that wrapper was one more glorious french fry...one more fry in the bag. Look for it on that next hill you're climbing, look for the fry in the bag - it may be that one last gear you have or it may be that your sorry ass just needs to dig in but think of the joy ... the last fry in the bag.
Love you guys!