Here I was, just rolling along peacefully in my own world, getting a nice (somewhat painful) massage, and the massage therapist comments, "Busselton Ironman hey? That's only 11 weeks away right?" 11 WEEKS?!?!Sh*t!
What a way to burst my bubble and bring me down to earth. Sure, I've been training consistently, but Busso has always just been a pipe-dream just far enough down the track to be out of my conscious mind. But now, it is back. With a vengeance. Time to buckle down, wave my good-byes to friends and family, and settle in to ridiculous hours of training and limited social contact. Will I survive? Who knows. Will it be a journey of a lifetime? For sure!
A light of confidence shining through the nervousness inspired by the massage session...
http://www.reddogtriathlontraining.com/
Check out the athlete of the month for August... yup, that's me. And two big toe nails less for the effort ;o)
What a way to burst my bubble and bring me down to earth. Sure, I've been training consistently, but Busso has always just been a pipe-dream just far enough down the track to be out of my conscious mind. But now, it is back. With a vengeance. Time to buckle down, wave my good-byes to friends and family, and settle in to ridiculous hours of training and limited social contact. Will I survive? Who knows. Will it be a journey of a lifetime? For sure!
A light of confidence shining through the nervousness inspired by the massage session...
http://www.reddogtriathlontraining.com/
Check out the athlete of the month for August... yup, that's me. And two big toe nails less for the effort ;o)
