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Only 30 more days!

Aug 7, 2007

I loved to play golf with my dad. It was a treat. It was a gift. I would get so excited when I actually got to play with him. He was so majestic. We were in Florida at the time, and I remember that day like it was yesterday. I was 13 or 14 at the time. The day just didn't go well. I remember hitting the ball like I had NEVER played before. I turned into a snotty kid. I did it all wrong. I think I even tossed my clubs. My dad, as I have written about many times, never said a word. He just watched. It got worse and I was just being a snot. I didn't even like myself. I remember that I shot 44. I was SOOOOOO mad. It was an easy course, and a 44 was just not good. I was soooooo mad.

After the first nine my dad let me have it. In the calmest of all voices he talked about life, about enjoying the game. It was as if he was saying - "Hey, you better enjoy each and every day you can play. You have talent. You have so much that others dream they had." He told me about a day, his worst day, when the same thing happened with his dad.

I stood on the 10th tee and was so sad that I let my dad down. Why did I do that! I can remember looking at my dad on the tee. He just looked at me, smiled, and i knew what I had to do. I had the best nine holes of golf I ever played. I shot 33. Front nine 44, back nine 33 for a 77. Yeah the 33 was cool, but when I walked off the 18th green, I can remember my dad walking over to me. He gave me a big hug, smiled, and said "Don't ever forget that. On your worst day, you have the power to bring it back."

I was thinking about this story when a friend of mine called me last night. I trained with him almost every day for the 2003 and 2005 Ironman. He has since had back problems that has made riding a bike almost impossible. When he called, he wanted to make it clear to me that this is a gift. He would give anything to be in my shoes. I think most people that do Ironman start to get emotional during these last 30 days. Some days I want the training to be over. I want to return to a normal life. Other days, I get so sad because I don't want it to end. The one thing that IS and always will be consistent is this - I will never take Ironman for granted.


bigun
over twelve years ago

cool post - great story and life lesson - it\\\'s hard not to take it all for granted. Hope you kick ass this year at WOO -

TriBoomer
over twelve years ago

Thirty days! The excitement is really building now, eh?

Stay tuned...

Kyle K
over twelve years ago

Yeah, I can\\\'t believe the training is almost over. I feel like I didn\\\'t take a big enough beating over the last 11 month. Like I still deserve a really hard run where my legs turn to sand at the end.

Yet I can\\\'t wait to cross the finish line.
Good luck.
See you on the course.
-ll

Iron Pol
over twelve years ago

Hmmm, is there something wrong with a 44? Or was that only the first 5 holes? I think I usually PUTT about 44.

I was thinking, this morning, about how I might feel during Louisville. Not the physical thing, I\\\'m fairly confident about the various stages of that I\\\'ll go through. I\\\'m talking about the mental.

Part of why I\\\'m so confident I\\\'ll make it to the end is that this is purely for enjoyment. I don\\\'t have to do this. Sometimes, I\\\'m not even sure WHY I\\\'m doing it. But I\\\'m going to have fun. Even when my legs are dead, I\\\'m dehydrated, and ready for a nap, I\\\'ll be having fun. Otherwise, I may as well go home.

Greyhound
over twelve years ago

I\\\'m having some of the same feelings. I\\\'ve done enough training that I\\\'m ready and want to get on with it. But then sometimes, I don\\\'t want to stop. Even at the worst part of a bike or run, if I look at the MS bracelet on my wrist, I remember how lucky I am to do this even at my very amateurish level.

Andy
over twelve years ago

Thanks for the great post...And I\\\'m VERY jealous that you can shoot a 77 :)

bold
over twelve years ago

great post! thanks for sharing.