Getting real...
MOOWrist
Originally uploaded by garibaldicu Here I sit, thinking about Sunday. Things are getting real for me. This is the point at which Joe starts questioning. Questioning what? Well, everything. I know I've got the base to complete this. Not sure how long it will take me, but I will finish. The weather is shaping up to be better than two years ago, at the very least. Late Sunday night, I will be a very happy camper. Until then, I will just fret. And doubt. And everything else. That's just me.
Sometimes, I take too much after my parents, dad especially. This is not a bad thing. My parents are people to be admired and loved, let there be no doubt. We Vrabliks just tend to want to over-prepare, to the extreme. It can be easy to use it as an excuse that you're not prepared enough and then not do something. At least I come by it honestly. One reason I like the solitary nature of this journey is that it forces me to conquer that part of myself. Other times I wish someone would be around to see that faraway look in my eye and yell at me. (There are a few of you. You know who you are.) Right now those people are saying I'll do fine. To have faith. Wishing they could smack me upside the head and stop being a stereotypical male. You're all right. Still doesn't mean I'm going to stop doing it. In the end, though, it's all worth it.
Did see something that amused me and almost pushed the boundaries of good taste. There's a line of t-shirts I'm seeing this year that wasn't around two years ago. It's called "Ironmates". Obviously for those who support us CNTs (for explanation of THAT one, ask pktaxwench) but don't participate themselves. There's several different styles, many with snarky comments. This one? "I don't do Ironman. I do an Ironman." Heh, to say the least.
For those wishing to track me on Sunday, check out Ironman Live. Number 445. Here we go again...