Ode to Hawaii Ironman

Ironmania

Ironmania

In pursuit of fire, I face the grind,

A quest that haunts both heart and mind.

Through sweat and solitude, I strive,

To feel the thrill of being alive.

I miss the warmth of friends, their touch,

The laughter, chatter—oh, so much.

But there’s a fire within my chest—

An Ironman dream I can’t suppress.

To chase this goal, the cost is clear:

No joy, no beer, no voices near.

Just wind and wheels, the endless run—

This lonely path, my race begun.

Through endless rain, I tread and fight,

The dawn is distant, veiled in night.

In valleys deep, fatigue has grown,

A place where strength is overthrown.

My legs, once firm, now seek in vain—

What fuels this stubborn need for pain?

Tired eyes, a mind consumed,

By foods and metrics, mood entombed.

One saving grace—a strict regime,

To fuel the body, chase the dream.

For each mistake could end it all—

An Ironman dream, poised to fall.

The hurt box clings, it binds, it weighs—

I toss the key, embrace the haze.

No turning back, no space for doubt—

This path I’ve chosen, there’s no out.

No fleeting whims, no whispered vice—

An Ironman demands this price.

So wish me luck, as I push through,

To conquer dreams, to see them true.