My husband planned, trained, ached, and pined for this day. Today is the Boulder Ironman. Run. Bike. Swim. 3000 of the world’s triathletes suited up for the 2.4 mile swim. I’m sure the reservoir was the choppiest anyone has ever seen with the swarm of exuberant arms and kicky legs of such an elite group of competitors. Some of the most beautiful two wheels created were lined up in transition, awaiting a wet eager body for a 112 mile ride. Perhaps exhausted, but driven, superlegs pulled out of clicky shoes, and swiftly shoved feet into cushioned soles…for a blistering 26.2 jaunt to the FINISH. Iron indeed. I applaud the incredible effort each of these ridiculously focused people put in to reach this end. May you have all you need, use all you have, and recognize how awesomesauce you are for having initiated the process. AND, I give a hearty shout-out to the families who supported you in these dreams. Because…they know the toll and greatness of big dreams. Today, Jeff Wicks is attending the Ironman event. As a spectator. Though, if you ask him, I believe he’d say he simply feels blessed to still feel ground under his feet, even if he can’t compete. He enjoys the snuggles and sassiness of his now 7 year old daughter, and the constant inquisitiveness of our 9 year old son. He. Is. Looking. Forward. So maybe he won’t get the mDOT tattoo, or get to cross the finish line today. But, a whole new chapter has just begin, and I’d say he already has a medal.
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 20:33:00 +0000
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