"Wow!"

I feel like a million bucks this morning.  I was up and had breakfast before 6 am, even though I never went to bed til after midnite.  It confirms for me that I'm pretty healthy.  I had to recover a bit of course, but I managed to get food into me before I went to bed, and again this morning.  I was doing some puking last night but I actually think it was primarily from having too much fluid in my gut.  Because I don't (can't) consume any solids while working out it becomes a special challenge to keep the balance just right.

As to my race experience I will tell you more about it over the next couple of days.  We will be heading   out early tomorrow morning, and hopefully arrive back home Friday evening.  It will mean some pretty long days, but we are both ready to get back to our loved ones.

I received an interesting e-mail this morning from Ironman.com.  That's the World Triathlon Corporation (WTC) that owns the Ironman Canada name, and the organization that Penticton has decided to replace.  The interesting thing is that WTC has decided they are not giving up, and intend to run Ironman Canada 2013 somewhere else.  As a lure to get things rolling they have offered priority registration to all of the 2012 participants.  They do not have a location yet, and apparently that will take a month to finalize.  To get on this list you have to submit your name now and then wait for the final decisions about date and location.  I suspect there is a very good chance that it will be in Ontario somewhere, probably in the Muskoka region.  Would that be cool??  I submitted my name!!

And I'm probably gonna talk some more about this in the coming days but I want to briefly share how I feel mentally this morning, because it has kind of taken me by surprise.  When I set a goal and then don't achieve it I normally fall into a bit of a depressive state.  I think that's natural.  It kind of goes with the territory of an Ironman driven personality.  Not so this time.  Instead of being down I have a great sense of pride for staying on my feet when all I wanted to do was sit by the side of the road.  The overwhelming sense of despair that comes to you when you figure out that it's still gonna hurt for a long, long, time is very powerful.  Also deep down inside I still believe that on a different day the 11 hours was within my potential, and now I have an opportunity to prove it in the future.

 And for today's quote I give you my second favorite race sign from yesterday.

"You aren't cool unless you peed your pants"

Love
Peter