Last night at midnight was the deadline for the Team CarboRocket applications. Not sure if there's a schedule of when they will announce the team members. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
Now that the deadline has passed, I'm posting my essay:
15 years ago, I ran the Chicago Marathon in a respectable time. Then -- sloth, laziness, apathy, and many, many excuses. Not wanting my kids to be fatherless, I pried myself off the couch. After numerous false starts, I am headed in the right direction. I have discovered it doesn't matter if you have the right magazines, the right clothes, or the right gear. The work needs to be done. There is no Fitness Fairy.
I don’t want to be a hero, except to my wife and kids. Every time I get on the bike, in the pool, or go for a run, I want them to see me moving, improving, and working hard. I’ll feel successful if they join me in an active lifestyle.
My goal: an Ironman in 2016, when I’ll be 50 years old.
In between now and then: swim, bike, run, repeat.