Wild West Perspective

We arrived in Vegas yesterday afternoon and drove up to St George. Wow! What an amazing part of the country this is...talk about rough! I'm humbled thinking of the trailblazers in their covered wagons trying to get through here. Seriously...talk about Ironmen!

Covered wagons with wooden wheels - through this land with these rocks, ravines, gorges, crevices...I cannot imagine the time, perseverance, stamina and willpower it took. Truly, it would seem that every few minutes you and your family would be unloading, lifting, prying, leveraging their wooden wheels out of a crevice, maneuvering your horses to pull with all their might, then reloading, restarting and doing it again in a matter of feet. It's miraculous anyone ever made it across this area.

I'm humbled beyond words to think that Saturday I'm going to roll across these same mountains with an aerodynamic helmet, unlimited water, carbon bike, carbon wheels, tubeless tires, then engineered running shoes with high tech fabric socks on PAVED roads designed by computers and engineers in air conditioned buildings and built by grandiose machines, dozers and graders. And we will call it "hard"? What about all those people I see running around town with those big "M-Dot" (Ironman trademark logo) billboard tatoos on their calves branding them as an "Ironman"? Seriously?


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