Here we go again. Ironman Training, Round 2.

I didn't just move to a new city and start a new job 2 weeks ago, so I've got that going for me. I also haven't been sidelined with an injury for the last two months, resulting in my running less in that time period than I usually run in a week, so there's that too. And I don't have to spend my only hour of the day free from work/training/sleep studying for an exam, so that's another thing. Given those three things, I'm already light years ahead of where I was when I started training this time last year.

Last year.

Last year, when, despite those things, I poured myself into training for my first Ironman. Last year, when after a few years of only being able to dream of one day completing an Ironman, the stars seemed to finally align and point me in the direction of actually signing up for one. Last year, when, through tears and stress and sleep deprivation and nervous breakdowns, I kept swimming, pedaling, and running farther and farther than I ever thought was humanly possible. Last year, when after all those months of dedication.