Last year when we got to Kona and drove down Palani Drive for the first time I started crying. It surprised even me, but I've learned Ironman tends to bring out a lifetime of emotions in a single day. It was mostly tears of amazement - that I was actually going to compete in an event I had seen on TV and dreamed of competing in. And it was happening before the age of 65!
Today tears happened again - only this one just seems lame. I was driving to the pool (in Carlsbad - I'm not even in Kona yet!!) and thinking about the whole triathlon season: being injured, putting countless hours into training to see if I could accomplish more than I thought possible in IM, growing our business, while not overly neglecting my husband, cat, friends, etc. (Yes, the cat takes work too!) I think this time it was tears of happiness. Realizing that if you put your mind to something you really can accomplish it. We're always taught this from a young age, but I think we tend to forget it really is true.
Tomorrow I'm getting on a plane to Kona. I feel I've already won and the race hasn't even started!
