Looking back, I can only think in numbers. How many hours did I log in the pool, on the bike and running in Central Park, Riverside Park, East River drive to prepare for the day. How many dinner with friends did I miss as I had to get up early (or go to bed early)? How much have I spent on nutrition, bike supplies, new clothing? How many pairs of sneakers did I go through? How much weight have I lost? Yet two numbers stand out right now...1982, my bib number and $7,500 - how much I have raised, thus far, for Challenged Athletes Foundation (CAF).
As you recall, my IM journey has always had a greater purpose than being called an Ironman. This race is abut two things. Honoring my father and raising as much as I can for CAF. Over the past 40-weeks whenever I thought doing an IM was crazy (several times), or when doubts about my ability crept in (many times), these two factors kept driving my forward.
So as I enter my the taper stage of my training, I have done the work, and now hope to enjoy as someone said to me was like "graduation day."
More from CDA soon...
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