The Ironman...

Got home from sweating my brains out at the gym to find this from the couch this morning. And there's this seed inside me, something connecting that I can't explain, this shit makes me weep like nothing else. And my breath shallows, and I'm watching it breathing out and in and out and in so fucking fast, like this quickening. They suffer so bad, and it's so beautiful. I think you either get it or you don't.

I cried a dozen separate times during the broadcast...because I'm so soft, obviously. Uncontrollable.

And I've been saying this since I started running marathons, but before I go, me and the Ironman, we're gonna tango, tango good.