Three years ago I felt it in the pit of my stomach. And when my friends nudged me a little, it was a no brainer. I signed up and trained for a half Ironman.
Since that time, I have not gotten on my bike. Not once. No desire, whatsoever.
There's something different this year, though. My stomach feels it again and there's somebody now inside my head saying it's time.
I HAVE to do an Ironman.
Committing to this Ironman, though, is like committing to have a child. And y'all know my fears of having a child. An Ironman takes a full 9 months to train for and you need to sign up a year in advance. The costs are astronomical. My goal would be to do Ironman Florida in 2009, which pushes back my timetable of logically having a child until at least 2010. I'll be 32 in 2010. Is a life goal more important than a life? Is this fair to Dave?
I recently got rid of my bike I hated so much. And this weekend I am going to potentially buy a new bike. If I drop a huge wad of dough on a bike, I'm committed.
I HATE MAKING DECISIONS.