I’ve been in hiding for the last week or so working on a big project. Finally “finished” (more like failed in completing it) after about 60 hours. Managed to make it out with only mild sleep deprivation, a strange rash, and an acne breakout.

Getting back on the bike in a few minutes. The more I realize how monumental is the amount of work I have to do this year, the more I become unsure about committing to the Ironman. I mean, I can work out, but it’s psychologically a lot to do both.