There is no thrill in Ironman...
This is not an adrenaline-junky hobby. It is not hockey. It is not skydiving.
The Ironman is a journey of 2000 soldiers, each brought together by their own motivations and desires to the same starting point, at the same time. And, when the gun goes off (really, the only indicator that this is, in fact, a race) it begins anew with 2000 stories written, each with a slightly different ending, but each an integral plotline in this day that tortures and rewards all at the same time.
Think about it... Is there anything REALLY exciting about the Ironman other than the anticipation before the start of the race? Not really... And if that is the excitement, then 12 months of solid training leading up to that one moment before the cannon goes off where you say to yourself "I'm ready to do this... Let's roll!" seems like a lot of work for a very minute reward.
So, what joy is there in this sport if not excitement?
Somebody answer that for me... Because I am wondering the same thing... And yet, I can't not do it!
Thursday, March 02, 2006
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