I'm sorry for the last two days.
I'm sorry to my legs for pounding them with 138.2 miles in just two workouts.
I'm sorry to my hips and butt for the cumulative 6 hours and 34 minutes I sat on my bike since Sunday.
I'm sorry to my feet for running as much in the past weekend than I had in the last two weeks.
I'm sorry to my stomach for overfilling it when the post-workout hunger cycle started.
I'm sorry to my head for powering through my workout despite the searing headache.
I'm sorry to my arms for having to hold my body up for all those long hours on the bike.
I'm sorry to my girls for constantly telling them, "Just a minute. I'm almost done with this cycle."
I'm sorry to my husband for leaving him with our rather demanding children for a large portion of this weekend. I'm sorry for falling asleep on the couch at 8 p.m. I'm sorry that I failed to straighten up the house. And I am sorry I didn't get to play in the snow with him and the girls.
I'm sorry for getting ahead of myself. I'm sorry for thinking that I could manage Ironman training with a husband that travels constantly and kids that still don't go to school full-time. I'm sorry for trying to jump the gun again.
What I'm not sorry for is showing my kids that it takes hard work to reach your goals. I'm not sorry for pushing myself past my limits. I'm not sorry for trying my best to get it all done. And I'm not sorry for putting the "Finish an Ironman" goal out there. I will. Maybe not as soon as I would like. But I will.
And then I'll probably be making these apologies all over again ...