The events I typically put so much time and effort into preparing for are 140.6 miles long and involve many hours of all out effort in sweaty spandex. Saturday’s big event was not long, nor was it strenuous–and, mercifully, it was spandex free. Saturday’s big event was not an Ironman. It was a walk down the aisle.
Although the physical distance traveled was much shorter, much like an Ironman, it required plenty of preparation–months of build up and anticipation for one day of celebration. Just like the big volume weeks that appear on my Training Peaks calendar, the amount of organization that goes into planning a wedding, at times felt daunting, but ever so worth it in the end.
Also, just like in Ironman, no one goes it alone. Andy and I feel so lucky to have not only each other, but also an amazing support staff of loved ones. Many of our friends and family from all over the world were able to be with us, which made the day so special.
But, perhaps the strongest parallel between the two, is that much like in a race, the finish line is not the finish. It’s just the beginning. The beginning of a new chapter in the greatest endurance event of all–the rest of our lives.
P.S. Photos aren’t out yet, but should be this weekend. . .I promise some gratuitous wedding photos just as soon as they are ready!