12 days until Ironman and everyone is testing me; the universe is testing me. I have so much going on, mainly in my head, and I wonder if I’m going to make it to September 8. I think I will.
I know I will.
But the tests, I can do without.
I have been thinking about September 8 a lot. Will I make it to the start? Will I make it to the finish? I don’t know. What if it rains?
I haven’t biked in rain for a very long time.
What if it is too hot or too cold? Goodness gracious, how my mind works.
What I do know is that Ironman Wisconsin is my last Ironman for awhile; I have so much more to do.
I want to run 50 miles. I want to write another book. I want to try new things. I know that I will compete in Ironman again – specifically LakePlacid. I love training; but today, this week, I don’t love training.
I’m burned out and yet ready for the next thing.
But for now, I love walking my dogs and hoping they don’t get into any trouble. Two weeks ago Daisy wondered what a rattlesnake in the dark smells like.
Winnie likes to smell cactus.
And I get in trouble for not picking up poop. What else could go wrong?
But I have a plan.
I always have a plan.
And it always involves these crazies:
|Daisy & Winnie|