Most of you do this. You know how Ironman eats up your life. People bitch about it all the time. I include myself in that People.

But there is a reason we do it.

While I can't quite lie it all out there in an easily understood package, I have to say that a big part of it is the people. I love my Ironman people. I love the adventures we have together.

I just received photos from my first long ride a couple of weeks ago, the one where we rode to 42 miles to Waimea, swam the 2.4 mile race, and road another 67 around the Pineapple and back home. The one with the crying in Kahuku.