Already July???

July is only a few days away and I have yet to do a triathlon!!! The first year I raced was 2005 and my first race ever was July 4th. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I only knew one person that had done this anomaly of a sport and no one that ran or biked really.  Yet, I allowed myself to be talked into in. And I did horribly. My time was something like 1 hour, 32 minutes- on a course I can now go about 1 hour, 9 minutes on.  I thought it was complete torture and ridiculous. WHY would someone do this to themselves? And then it was over. And I felt better. And I felt an addiction starting. Even though I was sooo terrible. Who ever wants to repeat something that they were not only NOT good at but were petrified and in pain the entire time too? I might need to get my head looked at.

So, here it is 6 years later (gah!)- I've done two full Ironman, two Half-Ironman, one Olympic and something like two dozen sprints of varying distances- and am currently training for my third Ironman- now less than five months away!  I love it and hate it all at the same time. I've had some crappy races and some pretty awesome ones. I've been in terrible pain, and brought home some trophies.  So, it's weird to me that I'm so unprepared for a race in one week, especially because it's on a course I've done a half dozen times.  How did I allow myself to slack off so much? I ran 10 miles this morning and my knees were killing me! When did I get so old in the last six years.  I was looking at pics from Ironman 2010 the other day. Just one year ago. I was thin, and ripped. Possibly the best shape I've been in my life.  And today, I sit here with a diet coke and a fudgesicle (how is that spelled??) and I just can't figure out how I'm going to get through a  third time.