The live video feed from IM Canada is showing all the finishers from today's race. I've been watching for the past hour. The announcer works feverishly to announce each and every name of the successful racers. Some cross with their hands raised. Some cross with their hands clutching their kids, husbands, wives, dads, and moms. Some cross and immediately put their hands on their knees. Some cross and immediately collapse. Some cross and congratulate a new friend met on the course. All cross the line. All finish. All are Ironman.
In only two weeks, I aim to cross that same line. (A photo of it is atop the workouts section of RobbyB.com.) When things got tough training out on the course, I have closed my eyes, imagined that line and everyone along the finishing chute. Then, the hills don't seem so big anymore, the miles aren't as long, the legs flow freely.
It's all about that line. My hands will be raised, my smile proud, and my body tired. I will get there.
I will.
T-minus 13 days...