Waiting for the start of an Ironman to start is like a marathon in itself. The hours pass slowly and the mind races. With less than a day until the start of the inaugural Texas race an oft asked question won't escape me.
Why Ironman? My reply:
What they see as an avocation of self-denial and sacrifice are to me keys to a place of high joy. But what they don't know of, or dare to enter, is a world that begins on the other side of exhaustion. An athlete that pushes himself to this place is intoxicated with the athlete's truth and the dedicated lives to go there. They
know the blindly intoxicated sees things the sober man never will.
What are your reasons for your passion?