So, here we are again, the night before another Ironman race. It is at this point that you start to wonder why it is you do this for "fun" and how it is that you will complete a 2.4 mile seas swim, 112 miles of cycling in the Caribbean sun, and a marathon on the Cozumel sea wall.
In the end, those types of things are completed with the same power that causes one to push "Register" on the race's internet site.
That inner eye that let's you see history before it happens, to see what can be, to dare to do things, "not because they are easy, but because they are hard."**
You watch a race, and you do your first triathlon, and you watch an Ironman, and you begin to imagine that you can do this.
And you can.
Not all at once, but one bouy at a time.
Not all 112 miles, but the 10 minutes until your next drink.
Not all 26 miles, but 1 kilometer to the next aid station.
As long as you can imagine just that far into the future, just around the corner where only the mind can see, you have wings.