It is called the Ironman 70.3
It has been a week since I tortured myself with mental and physical pain. I am still recovering from the anguish of the pain physically.
Mentally, I asked myself why?
This is not my first Ironman. Each time I crossed the finished line, I told myself, never again! Now I am searching the world for the next Ironman. I can’t fathom why the fascination with triathlons.
Besides the mental and physical torture, I had to deal with Mother Nature. On that day she was not kind enough – she sent the temperature to a soaring 37 degrees Centigrade (98.6 degrees Fahrenheit) – she killed many Ironman-wannabes dream especially during the run. They stumbled, they fall, they crawled, they lie writhing in pain. They gave up.
I saw a poster that reads the definition of a triathlete – a person who does not understand that one sport is hard enough.
To those fallen comrades Ironies, I salute your determination.