I haven’t written much about my training for Ironman Coeur d’Alene here, in part because it went pretty much without incident. The whole experience was just . . . well, it was what it was. I did it, I thought it was a silly amount of training, I felt crummy for being too tired to do housework or think of a menu beyond pizza, I had a few really satisfying long rides and a number of fun races along the way—Valle Crucis, White Lake, and others—but in general it just was. I think the daily meditation practice I undertook throughout was much more powerful than I realized. Or, on the other hand, I may be in complete denial about what I’ve committed to (maybe that’s why I haven’t packed a stitch, even though the taxi is coming in 14 hours). I’ll have all day Sunday to ponder the enormity or triviality of the undertaking.
Thanks to my wonderful sister-in-law, who took the girls to the museum in the morning, then shot the photographs after […]
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