It's about four days post-Ironman New Zealand, and I've moved on. As I expressed in my last blog, I finished the race feeling bummed about the outcome, but not entirely discouraged and still happy with the overall experience. That lasted less than a day, and then I was more in the sad, frustrated, embarrassed and even a little angry phase. Fortunately, I managed to pull myself out of that fairly quickly. Now I'm in the "moving on" phase. There are lots of things to figure out, nutritionally, physically, mentally etc. etc. etc., but that'll be on another day.
Because now I'm in Australia and probably too hungover and distracted to engage in any sort of deep or even not-so-deep thinking.
Yesterday, after getting settled in, we just walked around Sydney for a while, checking out the neighborhoods, walking across the Harbour bridge, wandering through the Royal Botanic Gardens.
|Those folks climbing the bridge are insane|
One thing we're not doing: talking about triathlon. I needed a mental break, and it's a nice relief to be traveling with someone who heard about the distances involved in an Ironman and asked the inevitable question: "wait, you do that all in ONE DAY?" She also made the very astute observation about the current state of our circle of friends from law school: "it amazes me, six years out from law school, how so many of our friends are not only no longer practicing law, but are not even working at all." There's a quote for our law school's recruiting website, right there:)
|This is upside down and also remarkably dramatic|