I had only been running for about 8 months, I had done one Sprint triathlon, then watched Ironman Louisville. I registered for Ironman Wisconsin two weeks later.
Now, I am back to where it all began.
I remember the first time I looked from this angle. Jim pointed to the Island just beyond the white bridge pillar and I just thought that sounded ludicrous.
“You swim out and around that island, then back to here,” he said with first hand experience.
I love moments like that because it truly seemed impossible to me. I was so excited to see people do it in front of my eyes.
Today, I walked up to the same place as bib number 379 and stared into the distance again. It’s funny how much difference a couple years make.
It still seems far, but I could feel my blood boiling inside. It was all I could do to stop from jumping in just to feel the water on my skin.
I also remember the first time I saw this bike transition full. It’s the kind of site that drops your jaw.
And there was this. That strange, indecipherable gear-bag area to those who don’t understand. It was a tad muddy, but I’m certain it will dry out by Sunday.