I’m being goaded—I mean goaded—into doing a half ironman, here in Arkansas, on August 17th. Its a good one, but a difficult one. Our regional USTA director, Fred Phillips, (great guy) runs it: http://www.dltmultisport.com/half_IM_Tri_home.htm. The site is having a bandwidth problem right now, if you don’t see anything.
If you are from Texas, Lousiana, Memphis, etc., some of you have probably done it, or heard of it, "The Iron Mountain Half, " at Lake Degray, in Arkansas.
But I’ve never done a half. And its got this bitch mountain, gradual five mile incline, you have to hit from both directions. And right now, I’m just not mentally ready for it, but I’m being goaded into this, and my manhood has been questioned: “What do you need a note from mommy, to not do this?” I wake up each morning, wishing just to get this over with. The dread of the torture overwhelms me.
Its this kind of macho bravado, that I fall for, that’s going to kill me.
So, maybe some helpful smiling pictures of this race would help, I think. You know…participants smiling, like, no big deal, piece of cake. Something to pep me up. Off I go, and, yeah, I found a picture. We got you a picture, Booth. Come here. Here’s your freaking picture. I go up there to look for some positive reinforcement, and I come back with this:

Some of guns walking at or near the end of it.
What a kick in the pants.
I can’t wait for this. No sir.