Less than 2 weeks left until Ironman, and it still doesn't scare me like I thought it would.
This journey has brought me to places that I didn't know existed, and to people that I didn't know could exist.
I never knew sting like the dried sweat salt pushed into my eyes by the new and unrelenting sweat of 100% humidity combined with a 2 hour trail run.
I never knew hot like mile 60 of a 100 in 95 degrees when the hydration-replacement store that I thought was 10 miles ago was still 10 miles away.
I never knew incapacitated like the pain of finishing my first 26.2 with an IT band inflamed and hurting for weeks prior and that now had pea-sized knots visible on the side of my knee.
I never knew embarrassing like a 100 yards into the first leg of my first Olympic tri when I realized that no, I didn't know how to swim, and what the hell was I doing trying to pretend that I did?
I never knew persistence like the 20th mile of a treadmill run.
I never knew satisfaction like finishing my first non-stop mile swim, and then just a month later finishing my first Ironman length swim.
I never knew patience like 6 weeks of no running to let a broken body heal.
I never knew diligence like dozens of hours spent on a treadmill watching the mirror and learning to run while minimizing leg lateral movement.
I never knew community like the friends I've met along the way, online and off, who have supported and encouraged and taught and laughed with me and cried with me and shared with me who have made me realize that Ironman is not a destination to fear, but a journey of exploration to embrace.
Less than 2 weeks until Ironman, and it still doesn't scare me like I thought it would.