averagelog - November 22, 2012

Thursday, November 22, 2012

The Band

I was given the wristband on Fight Night 2011, and I’ve never taken it off.  My daughter likes to pull at it, to my great worry.  It has been my object of good karma, having protected me from crashes and serious injury, and cleared skies when they were too dark to ride and run.

Perhaps I embellish a bit, but it has inspired me.  Not only do I think of Joan, Steven and Morgan when I look at it, I marvel at its own endurance.   Save its faded purple-turned-to-pink color, it’s remained free of tears, wrinkles or breaks.  Poor man’s guess, over the last 9 ½ months, Chris and I have swam about 50 miles, cycled about 3500 miles and run about 700.  Considering the chlorine, sunburn, sweat, rain, snow and soap, it’s got to be some kind of record.

I’m on the plane to Cancun now, being asked to power down.  Three days to Ironman.  I…am…terrifiedman…