And So It Begins...

It's dark when I attempt to negotiate getting up in the morning now, and it stays dark for a good while thereafter, seemingly out of an insistent, anything but supportive spite. And so begins base work for Ironman New Orleans, 70.3.

It's been a while since I've been up this early - did I mention with it still being midnight dark?? - having had already accomplished something in addition to not maiming myself on the way out of bed for the day. And that feels good. Oddly enough though I'm feeling a lot older this time around, no matter that it's really only been a year since I was up and actually productive at 4:00 a.m., dragging myself to the pool by 5:00. This however, despite the history of success, is a lot harder than I remember it being, and I don't know if that's the result of post Ironman "been there - done that" syndrome, or just that a year really does make that much of a difference in the whole Mind/Body synch up. As soon as there aren't so many expletives being tossed around in the conversations between those two by the way, I'll be sure to post the gambit of back and forths once again. Family show here, you know?

So anyway. Four miles down, two of them at 8:20, which is nothing short of a gift from some running god somewhere, presumably to encourage me to keep at it - the "good penmanship!" sticker on an otherwise mediocre spelling test - but, keep at it I will. There's a whole lot of work to do before I'll have any write about it worthy, epically spectacular, Big Easy comeback.