When I first started racing, I thought it would be a command performance.

My nerves were raw. I only wanted to finish that first 5k. It was a "Turkey Tune Up", home from my first break from college.

I can remember driving over, how I had planned to meet up with some buddies that night for pizza at our old favorite place, The Riverview. I just wanted to run, then finish, recover, and go out for pizza that night.

The 5k was straight up hill course, then you came screaming downhill.

Then a half marathon the following May. Scared the living hell out of me. I finished, and I was stronger.

Then the best day of mile: April 16, 2005. 4:08:12. Boston. I was hooked.

Then my first Triathlon. Ipswich YMCA Triathlon. Kicked its ass.

Now tonight, I sit on the eve of another mile stone. I attempt the Olympic Distance Triathlon tomorrow. Nervous? You bet.
I haven't run since Monday to eradicate a tight right hip flexor, which is feeling better, and will have to be ready by tomorrow.

I really have no idea what to expect, I just want to work hard, and be alive tomorrow, walking around regularly, and complete what I have sent out to do for two years.