Just a few short months ago I was crowing about how Ironman sucked, sold their soul to become a corporate money grubbing machine and how I was going to get back to the roots of what amateur endurance athletics is REALLY all about with the grass-roots iron-distance races and the off-beat mom and pop ultra-marathons where sometimes the only "award" you get is a chalk line to run across and permission to finally stop running.
And now, today, tonight a sweet siren song tickled my ear...Ironman St. George it sang, Ironman St. George.
I am a weak, weak man, a sucker for the latest whiz-bang thing that captures my attention.
On May 1st 2010 I will be toeing the line along with my lovely Iron Wife the GeekGrl and together we will join the Iron lemming herd to race the inaugural race.
Come friends and join us...resistance is futile.