I see that the ironman folks I followed and appreciated so much are now gone from the ironman scene as participants. And much of the gloss I had over the ironman event has dulled somewhat. The challenge of it is inside me more than ever now. Maybe I have lost my way and then again maybe I have found my place?
It makes me wonder if all this is winding down for me. Are my present paltry training efforts but a few final spits and sputters before the engine dies? If so, would I go this way again. Would I walk this same road if presented again with the fork in the road where I chose triathlon? I think so.
Over the years I have collected photos and dialogue about each race I did - 53 in all. I have used a few ink cartridges to print a couple copies of this book called, "My Triathlon Life." Revisiting the stories and the photos make me smile and warm my heart. Even though I am just inspiring myself, you might say. It works. And who knows but that those who come behind me might get inspiration from it as well.
I would do some things differently but mostly; I wouldn't change much. The experiences as a novice were quite exciting and inspiring as well as the times, I got it all right. Yes, I would do it all over again.
Yeah, I am probably getting a bit old to expect too much more, but I still do - just greedy for the good times I guess - but I am grateful to God for all that is my: "Triathlon Life" book, and all that was in my heart and in my life, that brought me unto today.
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