Sometimes it is best to leave things out of the blog. I am still learning the boundaries with this device. But some things, I just know, do not belong. I think I have crossed proper boundaries before and I am trying not to do so again, ever mindful of sharing too much or, worse, boring the person who reads this with the intimate details of my life.

I did have a good night last night, though. A pleasant surprise of a Wednesday evening. Good times with an old friend. Random. But really fun.

There is so much to say, where do I begin?

I want to capture everything about Lance's Ironman day. But I cannot do that because it was not my race. I only saw it from the outside and so to try to put into words what the day was like for will certainly not do it justice - and the last thing I want to do is make Lance's race about me. I can only continue to marvel at the depth to which Lance was able to dig to in order to pull out a finish.

I will say that it was nice to go away for the weekend. Far away. And to be able to watch and support the several thousand men and women trying to complete Ironman was a privilege all its own. Ironman is raw...sure there are other endeavors that are raw, too. But Ironman is the one I can relate to these days. And going there this weekend truly inspired me to tackle the challenge again. To test myself...to access those parts of me that I see most clearly in the thick of the challenge. To learn about who I am, to stretch my limits, to forgive myself, to learn patience.

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I think my GMAT prep teacher is kind of cute. I don't know what it is about a funny, smart guy that gets me everytime! I am a sucker for a brain and a sense of humor...too bad I am GMAT challenged...no way to transform that teacher/student relationship into something else...

What an amazing weekend. Lance finished Ironman...I get the chills thinking about it. Finally, the 5th of the "Fab Five" got to do his race. And he did it in style...he was the celebrity of the day out there. I wouldn't have missed it for the world. I am so impressed with him for perservering and getting to the finish line...He was an Ironman two years in the making...He already had it when he got there, but he wanted the medal to close the chapter. And he got it. And it was one of the most amazing things I was ever witness to. Those last two and a half miles to the finish, when we were all together, were so intense and so gratifying. I have never personally witnessed a person "dig deep" the way I did on Sunday.

I want to write a lot more about it... but my throat and lungs are sore from the weekend...the 18 mile run and the 18 hour day would have been enough. But then all of Kelowna and the areas surrounding Penticton had to go and burn down...so it feels like I have a touch of the black lung. Time for bed...

Lance...amazing. Truly amazing.