Got out of work today feeling nausous, headachy, and generally crappy. Went home to a pizza oven of a house. Got convinced (not much of a job there, lemme tell ya) to go to Bayview Beach (where The Wife and I got hitched; remember?). And then life got waaaay better.
The water was *perfect.* The temperature was *perfect.* The white sand beach was uncrowded. The breeze kept the bugs (almost) away and brought little waves up for about two straight hours of “toddler surfing.” Man, life is good.
As I’ve been pounding down the road, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about where I want my exercising to take me. Funnily enough, it seems that more than a few roads lead to Kona.
I’m sure there are tougher rows to hoe, but that seems like a pretty good one. Right now, I’m thinking in terms of a decade of prep (and waiting for a different age group, maybe). I really like running, and I really like biking. I think I really like swimming, too, but I haven’t sone any serious swimming, ever , really, so I don’t know for sure.
At the very least, thinking about Kona is like drooling over a really big, tasty carrot. And it gets my lazy butt out of bed to go play early in the morning, too, so it’s not all bad.