"There are mental demons we fight and mental angels that we all carry around; it’s how we deal with them that will determine if we can finish this thing called the Ironman, this thing called life."
Sitting at work. All I can think about is Ironman.
I am standing on the shore with a couple thousand other triathletes. It is quiet but for the sound of the waves, the voices over the loudspeakers, the helicopter and the demons screaming.
We stand together in solitude.
Strangely experiencing a mix of fear and curiosity.
Looking ahead to T1.
Not looking forward to the impending beating in the water by my fellow athletes.
Wonder where Jan is? I wish she were here with me now.
Sitting at my desk, 400 miles away on a beach filled with anticipation and adrenaline.