and a cow goes moo

i survived. i survived.  and that is the important part.  i learned new mind tricks and added new mantras.  i've added a few songs to my mental playlist and cleared my mind of clutter more than once today.  i woke up at 6 and hit the water.  i tried the beginner lane but was quickly moved to the intermediate lane.  the hour and a half flew by, i know this is like saying "i love vegetables"  but its the actual truth.

i came home downed a cliff bar, took the second shower of the day and headed over to the house for a 15 minute endurance workout.  this was no joke.  if you don't know what a burpie is, trust me you never want to find out.  ever.

now the bike.  one loop on the actual st george ironman course.  50 miles.  the first cow i saw was hidden behind rock formations in the red canyon at mile 20.  i literally yelled "holy shit"  i mean three black cows just hanging out on the road, can't say i'll ever see that in riding around manhattan beach.  i felt amazing and even told myself i was a few times.  i hit the hill, the mountain, what the locals call the wall, head on.  i even passed three people on it!  in that moment in time, i was amazing.

 its  spiritual being out there by yourself. cruising down mountains at speeds that make you feel invincible.  (until the tractor trailer speeds by you doing 70 jolting you back to reality)  and climbing ones that put you at the top of the world.

the run was a trail run and i chatted with a new friend the whole way.  40 minutes.

the best part of the day.... i get to do it all again tomorrow.