I decided I had been existing and not living.
So I got out an old list of things I wanted to do. Kind of a bucket list except I was in my early 30s when I wrote it and was looking at it while a mere 42. That said, I was a 42 year old with a brand new stint in my heart and a daily shovel full of pills.
What was odd was what wasn't on there...a half remembered and occasionally trotted out dream. Arguably my oldest dream that was both possible and not abandoned.
It was also the most common if not for what it was then at least for why I wanted to do it. I believe most people my age who set out to do it have the same inspiration.
I wanted to become an Ironman and the reason I wanted to was the most famous second place finisher in the history of triathlon (and maybe sports in general): Julie Moss.
Yet, I suspect when you carry a dream or a goal like that this long the surface reasons and the real ones aren't the same. I can't say that for sure because I don't know what my real reasons are.
I suspect I won't until 2014 when I hit mile 140.6.
Until then, I'm just going to ramble on with my story about getting from here to there.
