Dear Internet (my homage to Conan’s monologue from his last Tonight Show),
Remember the way, as a kindergartener, you looked at the 5th graders in your elementary school? They were so accomplished! After all, they could read, write, color inside the lines. Would you ever get there? That’s kind of the way I look at people with 70.3 bumper stickers on their car – some combination of admiration and jealousy. People with IM stickers might as well have PhD’s – my kindergarten self couldn’t even fathom that (and neither can I now).
I am determined to complete a 1/2 IronMan (not today, not tomorrow, but certainly within the next few years), but why? Am I doing this for a sense of peronsal accomplishment or because I want to be able to honestly display that bumper sticker and show all of the other novice triathletes how far I’ve come? I hope I’m doing this for myself, but I’m sure it wouldn’t feel bad to have random strangers admire my 70.3 achievement the way I view theirs.
PS. Good luck Liz (from Lizard Runs) in the Carlsbad Half Marathon tomorrow.
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