Day 3

All day yesterday I dreamed to go to bed early, and when the time came and the stars algned, I layed there awake. 4:30am chimes came far too early, and I was faced with the question, “Who am I?” For a moment, I confused it with the question, “What am I?” to which I had a ready response; “Tired!” It took me a few moments to search for the truth: I am an Ironman. Once proved. But one who cannot rest on his laurels. It has been nearly a decade since I’ve proved my salt, and I’m here at 4:30am to do it again. Saddle Up. 

Bats and Bliss

Although a week long chest cold has taken me away from my morning workouts, I did get out for one 6 mile run this week while on-event in Sioux Falls, SD. 74 degrees and a calm breeze pushed me along the path as the sun dipped out of sight. With the vision of curling up into bed early fading, my reality became consumed with the twilight sourrounding me. Following the curves of the stream under the suns last rays, my winged friends came out to feast on river bugs that flurry through the night. Diving through the air, I picked up speed until I began to fly among them. One, two, three bugs I swallowed as I thudded along over a metal bridge with wooden planks drumming as I went. Breathing to the cadence in-2, 3, out-2, 3 to the trance of six more pounds dripping out my pores.  The equation is simple: one foot, then the other, until the habit begins to flow, and pretty soon you're riding the wave of the bat brigade.