Today I embark on my 11th or 12th half Ironman. Some of them I’ve been super fit and ready for. Some days. Like today. Not so much. Life gets in the way and I’ve been doing this almost 20 years and that means that there isn’t anything hanging over my head day to day. I still will give it all I can as there isn’t any other way.

I have done this particular race 6 or 7 times and my times have been within 13 mins of each other except for the one year I split my tire and sat on the the side of the road for 45 mins. That’s crazy to me.

I talked about mental toughness and racing the last few posts as clearly that’s been on my mind with a race at hand. What’s interesting to me is how content and ready I am for today. I told Fritz yesterday that I give myself the opportunity to have a great day and usually that’s what happens. Regardless of fitness.

I give myself the opportunity to have a great day.

It’s simple really and it just comes down to remembering that I get to do this and have some fun.

And bury my ass on the run.