I just finished watching Kona with my 14 year old son. He doesn't get why anyone would want to swim, bike, run. And he really doesn't get why anyone would want to do 140.6 miles in the heat of Hawaii. While out on the bike course, passing and being passed, you are always being routed on. On the run course, you give words of encouragement to your competitors. At Kona, the two men who were neck in neck for first place with only 3 miles to go shook hands. The first place finishers come back and congratulate the final finishers hours later. What other sport has such sportsmanship? Where else can you be cheered on by the person you are now beating? And it's not the winners of Kona who inspire me. It's the people who barely finish. The ones who cross with seconds to spare. The man who just beat cancer who kisses the ground at the finish line, or the father and son who cross the finish hand in hand. The man who got a DNF las...
My journey, trying to be an Ironman, while dealing with anxiety, depression, body dysmorphia, self doubt, and life as a single mom with two grown sons, a crazy ass dog, and a handful of cats.