One year ago, at about this time, in a small little square in the capitol of Wisconsin, I was crossing the finish line of my second IM. The weather had been great, although a little warm. The wind was calm, the sky was perfect. The swim and the bike were better than planned and the run turned into a painful death march. It is hard to believe that it has been a year already.
The wheels are turning and the motivation is returning to do another race. I needed a year off from long distance racing. I'm glad that I took the year off. This morning as I was watching some good friends race a half marathon and I was having a blast being a spectator, I realized I missed the circus that is an IM. Now, I want to get back to the starting line. The other races this summer were fun, challenging, and a little different, but I want to get back into the big game. Despite the run still being a little issue and the marathon being such a mental and physical challenge, I want to do it again. It's not logical, it's somewhat perplexing in fact, but I want to go back. It's time to start planning.
