I think it was somewhere between the peacocks and the house with 100 roosters... But while I was riding along the hot, smelly, 2 lane road, I realized something...

The will I had to be a professional triathlete, which mind you I was convinced I lost, was still with me... And stronger than. ever!!

I think it was at that point that I passed the house of 100 roosters and as usual, was terrified one of them was going to attack me and peck me to death... About 200 yards down the road, I had my next realization... Road kill, whether smelly or not, makes me sick, seriously sick... Let's just say the house of 100 roosters is now the house of 99 roosters...

After cleaning my leg off with one of my water bottles (sorry for the gross visual) I felt such a rush... I imagined myself on the long, hot, lava crusted road, hammering along filled with my IRON will... Tears came to my eyes, and then my eyes burned, yes I had makeup on... Anyway... I hadn't lost it, I really hadn't... So I continued on with my flipping interval ride with my new found or should I say regained will...

Mind you I still think my new coach (yes you Tyler) is trying to kill me... But I was back...

his is going to be a long road, and I certainly have a few things trying to get in my way... Some nasty little injuries, a mother battling cancer, and a few other demons... But I will tell you this... This is my time, and no matter what, I'm going to do this. Look out 70.3, I'm going to tear you up, and for the beast we call Ironman, we've only just begun my friend. I hope you all have enjoyed my little rambling... I hope it made you laugh and perhaps even cry. Thank you, all of you for your love and support, for always believing in me even when I didn't believe in myself... I'll see you at the finish line, arms up in the air, and tears of joy running down my sweaty, stoked little face... With love and appreciation.

Blessings....

G