Another week has gone by, and the training volume remains at essentially zero. I'm fighting off the remnants of the upper respiratory infection that's been plaguing everyone in the family except my wife, who might have dodged this bullet. Fortunately, if my son is the gauge, I should be getting to the end of this, as he has been cough free for about a week, now.
The last two nights have been interesting as I've woke up from a dead sleep as my body attempts to cough my lungs up. With two small kids in the house, it's not uncommon for coughing to wake me up. It's just not usually ME doing the coughing. I'll take it as a good sign, though, as it is hopefully a sign that my body is clearing the crud and I'm on the road to recovery.
The down time has given me time to reflect on some things, and I've come to the conclusion that I need another Ironman. I don't know where and I don't know how, but I need to get myself into another full distance triathlon.
I think it has something to do with the motivation of the unknown. I know I can run a marathon. I know I can complete a half-Ironman. I know I can run 50 miles in one shot.
There are two things that are unknowns. How I would perform in a second Ironman and my ability to complete a 100 mile ultramarathon. And I kind of promised my wife that I wouldn't tackle a 100-miler.
For the next six months, pursuit of a marathon PR in May will provide the stress needed for growth. After that...???
For now, though, I need to get some new lungs. The pair I have are all coughed out. Then, I need to get back on the road, again. Again.
Just who is this Iron Pol?
A former out of shape sailor, who became a marathoner, then a triathlete, Ironman, and ultramarathoner. Now, life has pushed me into short track speed skating. More important than the titles is the lifestyle, and sharing it with others.