A strange reality is settling in.

I’m slowly accepting the reality that I have indeed accomplished this.

The scale of the project is not lost on me. But I’m not excited about it. There’s another thing. It’s like there’s a new me and the new me can’t have the same reaction as old me.

This new man stands on a mound of training. From up here, the very same reality that you and I live in, looks different. You can see a little further.

From this vantage point, a 6-month project that involves training 12h weeks doesn’t seem like such a dream. Most athletes train more than that. Serious athletes train a lot more. Forget professionals or collegiate. I’m talking amateurs cyclists and fighters and basketball players and such. It’s so painful to submit to these facts when you can’t do it. But once you’re there, the vail is lifted and you can appreciate the proportion of things.

If you’re not competing for a fast time, An Ironman is an entry level endurance event. If you just want to finish, an Ironman is a great achievement, but it’s nowhere near other things that one can do with their body an mind.

Prior to this, hearing about ultra endurance events was so abstract. Yesterday, Something clicked. Something finally sank in.

Leadville 100 is 100 miles in the mountains. I always knew the number, but now I know what it means. That’s a double Ironman.

Badwater 135 is 135 miles in death valley. used to be so abstract. Now it’s more real.

Moab 240 is 240 Miles. That’s 386km with 10k meters of elevation gain.. That’s hard on a bicycle. That’s 3 to four days of running.

These things have always been there. I knew about them for very many years. There’s no amount of explanation that will get me to to the state of consciousness where I am now in regards to these ideas. Going through an Ironman is the only thing that made them click in different.