A 70.3 Ironman
The training started last week. He's been weighing over the decision for some time. The past few weeks I've heard a lot of groans, probably nots, no, it's not going to happen, I don't have time, I can't do that again.
But last night, he rode his trainer for an hour.
This morning he pulled himself out of bed just after 5 a.m and left for the pool to swim.
Who does that if they're not thinking about a race, right?
So, is it going to be, or not going to be.....because this girl needs an ANSWER. This wife needs to prepare for the 6 months of serious TRAINING, in other words, "husband hiatus!"
I think I am in more fully this time, Bob. Most things are easier the second time around right? I promise to have less melt downs and tell you, "No way!" when you whine about quitting.
I must admit, even though you loathe the thing, I really like seeing you in your one-piece suit.
So, I say....
Quit the mulling around big boy
and......
"Just Do It!"
Love you, Babe!
