Watched DVR Kona tonight. Loved every minute of it - it was great that this year they seemed to focus more than usual on the fact that ordinary people participate.
I was totally sucked in, cried for John Blais and cheered for Sister Madonna Buder. I barely noticed that it was two hours long and that my bedtime had long since passed. I got high on Ironman.
I must have gotten high... because there's no other explanation for the voices in my head.
The ones that kept asking why not me?
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