Today the participant list for Ironman Texas came out. It is not certain why this excites me. But it does. According to my calculations, I am the second to oldest participant this year. There is an 80-year-old signed. God bless this man. There are so few of us still doing this at advanced ages. I counted 11 other men in the 70-74 age group.
It is great to have something like this. There are lots of people my age that doesn't seem to have much to get up for anymore and I see that as a shame. And, it makes me grateful for my own quest, however it turns out. Through my faith in God who brought me my zeal for endurance sports, I have seemed to have sidestepped the quicksands of despair that can be prevalent in these later paths.
As I reviewed the list of participants and thought of the event and all it entailed and required, I got a light case of acid reflux. There is only one other participant in my age group. If I could but just finish this bad boy, I might qualify to go to Kona for the World Championship. All of this is frivolous, of course. In a few years, all this will be "scattered by the swirling winds of time." All will be gone except God. But, I could not but help but smile at myself; the perpetual child, it seems; blessed by it all and blessed to be a child of God.
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