Waiting at the Mailbox

Standing at the start of a race is one of my favorite moments in life. For me this is the most exciting part of the race. It is the point that you have hopefully finished with the port-a-loo. The sun is beginning to rise. With every nudge toward the start, comes the realization that you are absolutly committed to this race. Your energy is at a boiling point and you have no where put it. You are focused and terrified. Once the race begins, you have no choice but to move forward, but for now, you wait.

That is what I am doing right now.

My CD is in route from the west coast. If the proof checks out, it will be available the minute I ok it. Until then, I have no CD to sell. I am missing the massive consumer cash cow we refer to as Christmas shopping season.

The Jasper Blake win a bike sweepstakes prize is also coming Fedex from Oregon. They would like me to send a photo of myself with my prize for the Gloukos web site.....What did I win? A helmet? Some sunglasses? A Kuota frame and fork? I will post this news when it arrives.

Oh bother.

Training starts Sunday. I am healthy and have had some nice workouts this week. Last night while swimming, I took a deep breath, gulped and accepted the task of training for Ironman. I know that training will be easier as I am stronger and have the experiance of training for and completing Ironman. The concern I have is that my excitement for Ironman is not as manic as it was for my first. This could be a good thing.

So anyway, here I sit beside my mailbox waiting for a couple of packages. I have my shoes tied tight and I am ready for some Long Slow Distance.

Right now is the moment before it all begins.