I am an IRONMAN

There is no other feeling in the world like working hard for something and watching it happen. The past two weeks seemed to move in slow motion and then race day was just a blur. What I know now is that I became an IRONMAN long before April 28, 2018. It happened somewhere in the middle of the 20 hour training weeks and in between the tears generated during a long, hilly, windy bike ride in Montgomery when I didn’t think I could do it. There was no one around to witness it, but in my heart when I kept going despite the feeling that I couldn’t; I knew I was an IRONMAN.

Two years of my life have been dedicated to this goal. Along the way I had to keep reminding myself why this was so important to me and why I was doing this.  I wanted to show my children that “Anything is Possible.” I was never an athlete; I didn’t even run until 5 years ago; I was not all that healthy 5 years ago; I was in kind of a dark place due to a struggle one of the kids was going through. I decided I wanted to do this; I broke it down into all the steps I would need to take to do it; I did ALL those steps; and I got it done. This applies to anything in our lives. My parents taught me about hard work and dedication and I always tried to show that to my children; this weekend was a high dose reinforcement.

What’s next? I’m not sure. I feel so peaceful knowing that all I have to do is decide and I can do it. God wants us to be happy and fulfilled and we have the power inside us to create that life we have imagined. How amazing is that?

Time to head to Grand Cayman and reflect on all this. Oh, and do nothing at all.