Saturday, July 9, 2016

Becoming an IronDad: Part One of Ironman Posts

Ups and downs are part of life.  There are plenty of comparisons that we have all heard time and again expressing this fact.  Certainly this idea is extolled more by well meaning individuals toward those in the down moments than the up, but the idea prevails regardless of which end of the seesaw you happen to be on.  The quest of one's life should never be to stay up all the time.  This would be an impossible undertaking leading only to constant disappointment and disaster.  What should be strived toward, however, is a trend upward over the course of a life.  To live such that the ups are higher and longer as life goes on and the downs shallow and brief.  Not as easy a task to make reality as it is to write, but a noble and worthwhile pursuit nonetheless.

Now, you may ask how an opening paragraph about trending upward could have anything to do with a 4 month quest to become an Ironman, but I assure you, at least in my head, it does.  Sometimes, in order to give that upward trend of life a boost, you need a grand adventure—a goal, in more life coach-ish terms—to keep you honest and motivate your soul.  I realize it is important to set small obtainable goals that mark your progress and fill you with a sense of accomplishment, but there is nothing like a summit when it comes to my self motivation; especially a summit that leaves me with very little room for descending when the going gets tough.  Hence this blog post and the weekly videos and blogs to come.  Hence the pricey, nonrefundable, 700 dollar price tag for admission to the Ironman race I have chosen and prepaid.  And hence a boastful promise that regardless of whether I'm ready or not, I will be on the starting line, and what will follow is either a great day, or, physically speaking, the worst and most humiliating of my life.

The last time I was in shape was about three years ago when a friend asked/begged/dared me to do a Toughmudder with him.  I agreed, got in shape, lost a bunch of fat around the middle I had no use for, and conquered the challenge with gusto.  Oh, and had a fantastic time.  I finished ready for the next challenge and immediately signed up for the Marine Corps Marathon and convinced my friend that he had to do it with me.  New summit...check.  Motivation...check.  Through a totally unrelated set of circumstances, my buddy got injured and the race was off.  Through fault only my own, my motivation plummeted and over the course of three years, I got chubby again, out of shape, and never ran the marathon.   Thus, I figured, how best to begin this new journey than where I left off several years ago.  Click on video above.  By the way, my sixty year old mom and my brother finished with me this time.  That's right, sixty.

Which leads us to the business at hand.  Weekly posts, both video and blog, and a quest to become an Ironman.  Please watch the video and tune in for future update.  Also, I will be raising money for the Alzheimers Association so please be generous to this worthy cause and click on the link below.

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”  -Theodore Roosevelt

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