The battle was over. Arms were more or less laid down. Resignation to no more than a half ironman at best had been made. It was almost good enough. The nagging sense of being unfilled was being dealt with successfully. I had almost convinced myself. However ironman, for me, is like one of those dormant viruses, there just waiting for the right stressors to activate it again.
So it was with ironman. I wasn't going to sign up until: I got my book by Mike Reilly, Finding My Voice. As I started reading it, the inspiration, the hopes started bubbling back up to the surface. I began to get my own voice back; my ironman voice. Then Ironman Texas this year was held and the social media was full of information and inspiration about the event. Then there was that email that offered opportunity to sign up before registration opened. Oh how could I withstand all this? Like an alcoholic going off the wagon I stayed up later that night and just went on and took that first drink. I got weak. I caved. I signed up.
God help me. Of course, I am in way over my head. God help me. Of course, He will.
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