What has surprised me the most since Ironman is the number of times I have been asked; will you do another one?
You mean, another Ironman?
Yea, would you do another one.
Yes, I was not tortured in a prison, I did this out of my own free will.
I suppose I am.
Six days after Ironman I found myself holding a baseball I keep in the front seat of my truck. It's a California League ball that my college roommate Dan Kaczrowski gave me when he was playing in the minors in California. I held that ball tight, I haven't picked it up in some time. I keep it there to remind me of what is and what once was. In that moment I realized I'm only 25 and one day I'll probably end up doing endurance events longer than I played baseball. Unreal really.