Ironman or Superman?

Last Sunday was the culmination of eight months of training and sacrifice, filled with a considerable amount of sweat, a few tears, inevitable doubt and an incredible amount determination… Ironman Sacramento! My husband and three friends piled into a rental house not far from the course with an enormous amount of gear from bikes and wetsuits, granola bars and energy chews, running shoes and helmets, all in anticipation of the race to come. The two days before the race were spent thinking and rethinking every detail about the 2.4 mile swim, the 112 mile bike ride and, of course, the marathon. Our job, the wives/support system, was to make sure things went smoothly for these athletes who were about to put everything on the line, and accomplish something only a small percentage of the world’s population are capable of doing: completing this grueling race and proclaiming, “I am an Ironman.”