I finished Ironman Arizona today one year ago. I’ve never been happier in my life. It wasn’t happiness because I was glad the suffering was over… it was happiness that I had taken the risk of failure and worked to not fail. I remember how I thought that feeling would change me – I’m not sure, a year on, that it has as much as I thought it would. I’m still doing many of the same things and making some of the same mistakes. I’ve still got some of the doubts about myself. But I can still get on my bike, get in the pool, get my shoes on, and that’s more than enough.
A year on, I know I’ve learned a lot about myself. I’m more resilient. I’m a bit more prone to happiness. I’m a bit more confident. I weigh the same (in an entirely different way), look the same (in the same exact way), sound the same (don’t want to change that) but I’m not the same.
Today’s workout was a handful of fast 100s in the pool. A good recovery from being sick.