A can of whoop-ass

Had an awesome session with my PT last night. He rocks, but I rock more, I'm going to kick some serious butt at my first triathlon! Okay, so I may not get to go all "Waterboy" and open a can of whoop-ass on the others in my distance or my age group, but as long as I finish before the cutoff I will be stoked! This is not all fun and games. I'm usually so tired when I get home that all I want to do is eat and sleep. I end up doing at least two and sometimes three loads of washing a week (for one person, i.e. me!) thanks to all the gym, swim and bike/run gear on top of the work clothes and play clothes. I stink of chlorine three days a week, the calluses on my hands have calluses, and all the training is on top of fulltime work and a fulltime uni course load. At least I don't get blisters! So why the heck am I doing this to myself? To be honest, I have no idea what is driving me, except the conviction that I have to do this. It's not easy - but then nothing worth doing ever is. No one said it would be easy, and if it was easy I sure as heck wouldn't be able to look back in six months and appreciate where I started from, let alone the journey in getting to the destination. The way I see it, is that I sat around on my butt for 32 years doing nothing courageous, outrageous or totally crazy. This way, I kill all three birds with one half ironman. Awesome! This time four years ago, I couldn't even walk 100 metres without crutches and a serious limp. Now, I'm training to run a half marathon after a 2km swim and a 90km bike! It's all about how badly you want something. I've always been impulsive, impetuous, stubborn, pig-headed and a few other less salubrious things. But, I want to complete that half ironman really badly - and I will complete it. I may not win, I may not place, I may well be last in my age group. I don't care, as long as I finish before the cutoff time. Bring it on.