File Under: Remind Me About This Later, Please.

For some reason, today I find myself strangely excited for the pending Ironman training (that officially kicks off in T-minus 15 days and counting). Maybe it's the happy little turn in weather or the fact I can wear flip flops outside without getting frostbite (because let's face it...anything over 40 is flip flop weather in my book). Or perhaps it's because I really am just excited to start things going again. Or maybe I'm reeeeeeeeeeeeeeally just excited for March Madness?

Whatever it is...I've got that giddy and eager sensation of being a 7-year old on the eve of her first Disney World vacation. Or seeing that huge box under the Christmas tree with your name on it and just knowing that it's the gift you've been begging for for weeks.

The excitement is looming and the moment just! can't! get! here! fast! enough!

So when the sweltering August heat and high volume training take its toll on me and I'm down to 7 toe nails and post-workout baths in a vat of Bio-Freeze and I whine and moan and complain because I have yet another century ride to do...someone please remind me of this moment.

...because something tells me I'll be begging for some reprieve.