Well, the reason for the lack of races over the next six months is rapidly approaching. And the reason for absolutely no triathlons this year.
In less than 48 hours, I step onto a plane and head off to Iraq for six months.
Goddess has her game face on. Son’s being, well, Son.
But we aren’t complaining. Six months will go by quick. Especially compared to the neighbors, who, all being Army, are gone for fifteen months. So we’re keeping it in perspective.
Besides, we’ve been apart longer than six months. Goddess is a trooper – I was gone for the nine months leading up to the wedding. While she was dealing with caterers, photographers, invitations and the like, I was sunning, surfing, fishing, snorkeling and partying on the beach in Western Australia. I showed up four days before the wedding.
Why she took me, I don’t know. ;0)
I’ll still be running while I’m there, figuring I’m building a hell of a running base for next year’s tri season.
Matter of fact, I’ll turn 40 while I’m there, so I’m going to do the run-focus of Roman’s B-Fit B-Day challenge, shooting for Gold and running 40 on my 40th. I’ll have to start right after midnight and hopefully finish before mid-morning before it gets too hot.
I’ll post when I can (and when there’s something to post about). Perhaps a few pictures too.
In the meantime, keep writing those race reports.