Persuing the dream, again?

So I totally missed the boat on my run last night. Now I'm super pissed with myself because it was A.MAZ.ING. outside. Instead, I picked up the house a bit and sat around watching "Million Dollar Listing" and "Wipeout" on tv. Nothing like a little ridiculous reality TV to remind you of what a fat, lazy turd you've become. Why is that? Because, my brain actually melted even more while watching the mushroom head kid make more money in a day than I make in 6 months. Oh, and hearing about how people jumping over big rubber balls is the biggest accomplishment in their lives made me ill. Or maybe that was the bacon hamburger pizza?

At any rate, the fiance and I had a bit of "discussion" on how I'm wanting to do Ironman again next year. He doesn't like it. Not. One. Bit.

I was pretty much absent from 4:45am until dinner about 8:45pm Monday-Friday. Saturday mornings were coaching days, and long runs. Sundays, were rides.

I kind of cleaned. I didn't watch TV. I lost a couple friends. I was tired. Too tired. For everything.

I took Monday's off. And I never missed a dinner. Ok, only a few. I had some miserable days. Ok, some really really bad days. And even worse workouts.

Looking back, this the happiest I have been in years. I want to relieve it. Again and again. I hope I can convince the hubby-to-be to let me persue it, and that my sacrifices, and many of his, were all worth it.