How crazy can you get? Can you believe I am seriously thinking of signing up for Ironman Texas yet again? Don't I know this can only end badly and expensively? Yes, I know, but I read about this ironman stuff and see the pictures, conjure up the memories, and I am like a moth drawn to a flame. How crazy can you get?
But what do you do about this inherent weakness of mine to follow the ironman memories and hype off into the abyss? Supposedly I have a heart rate that is too low. Supposedly, I have AFIB. Certainly, I am an asthmatic and certainly I will be racing as an 80-year-old. How crazy can you get?
Truth is, this could kill or cripple me. So, what am I thinking? I am thinking I would rather be living like I have nothing to lose, than settling in, looking for a place to waste away and die. Old age for me are desperate times. I fight the urge more than ever to cave in and go for a life of rest and ease until I die. I thought it would be easier by now but it harder.
Finally, I am a frontiersman. It took me awhile, but I am blazing paths where few have gone before at my age. But thanks be to God I still live as a child of hope. I am still standing with my hand in the Father's and my face into the wind, knowing my eternal finish line is sure.