I am an Ironman

It was a crazy day, but the end result was just what I had been looking for - finishing the race.

The race was delayed because of thunderstorm early in the morning. However, the same day's endeavors ended 10:14 hrs later. Race was awesome experience with a suckerpunching twist during the run. At 38K I started to be afraid that my legs will die and that thereafter I can't even walk. But this scenario did not take place, instead I moved forward at pedestrian pace and finished my sloooooooowest marathon ever.

On bike leg I earned a 6 min penalty when I was about to pass a huge group of riders in the last hill. I heard the moto approaching and didn't want to be in its way -> penalty for drafting even if I just arrived at the scene of 15 riders drafting like nothing. At last the guys in the penalty box were funny. 

Swim made me nervous before the start since the Mediterranean Ocean was not at all cozy due to the wind and rain. There was no options so I just had to suck it up and conduct. 

This is a really short summary of an insanely empowering experience during which I was finally able to set aside my negative thoughts and rock on. Not bad at all.

I feel heavy, I only taste Maltodextrin

This is it. I'm pretty sure that now I will reach the start line (or shore) of Ironman Barcelona. Haven't yet got sick or anything. Yay!

And carboloading is going great. My legs feel heavy and I have this taste of sucker in my mouth.

Sunday....