Monday, September 5, 2011

About 18 weeks before Ironman CDA, I was at the Airport

I was flying from MSP to ORD, good time to catch up on reading and I had my Going Long book with me. Just so happens the guy sitting next to me notices the book I am reading and he asks if I am doing the IM. I say that I signed up for IMCDA and he tells me that he is about to compete in IM Arizona. I am ask him how the training is going and he says hes sick of it and says that he just plain sick of the training and the commitment. Kind of a downer, evidently he had done the IM Florida a couple of years ago and DNF because of 4 flat tires. I asked him if he had a time goal, he said he just wanted to finish. His big issue was that he was kind of big (so he said) he said he was 6ft and 220lbs. (made me feel bad because I am just 10lbs less). His big thing was the bike, if he could get off the bike by 5:30pm he would be happy. (didn't get his name so don't know if he ever made it)

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