So it begins...(or ends)

I was looking over my schedule for this week earlier today. There was nothing really out of ordinary about it: regular work, running over to see a friend's new apartment, grabbing dinner with another friend, a third friend's birthday celebration, mother's day. A little busy, but surely nothing that I can't handle...you know, until you add thirteen hours of working out to that.
I was talking to someone this weekend who replied, when told by a friend that I was doing an ironman, "I thought all you people did was train and stuff." Well, I think that this week is the week that that statement becomes true. The week when I finally have to start saying "no" to behaving like a normal person who has friends, and start saying "yes" to driving somewhere that no one's ever heard of every weekend to ride my bike for six hours, and then spend all the rest of my waking hours talking about those six hour rides with people who were there anyway, and saying stupid words like "HR zones", "Gu", "Nutrition Plan", (and probably "Bonk") over and over again.
So, this is my farewell letter to the rest of humanity until September 12th. I hope that you all will come support me even though I missed (fill in the blank) _______________ (game night, girl's night out, that fundraiser you organized, your birthday, the birth of your first child, your wedding)!