I just finished the last spoon of the cookie dough ice cream tub that I’ve been devouring. Beside me there’s an empty family sized bag of chips and underneath that an empty box of cookies and a few single kernels inside the empty popcorn bag. No, this is not the sight of someone wallowing in sorrow instead it the sighting of an Ironman nursing themselves back to life.
Let’s start there. I am an IRONMAN. 365 days of double workouts, sweaty gym clothing, tears, frustration, moments of triumph, mood changes and everything else that led me to this moment. I did it. I am an IRONMAN. I feel like I could write a novel about the entire experience, instead, I will try to summarize race day in a single post. Be warned it was a long race so this will be a long post.