I also thought about Enter The Ironman (from Enter The Dragon), but I decided that comparing yourself to Bruce Lee for anything other than a Kona win is blasphemous. I pondered funny with Ironman Crashers (from Wedding Crashers), but realized I don’t have a sidekick. Ideas were running low… Full Iron Jacket (from Full Metal Jacket) was another thought, but I’d already used the racing-as-war metaphor with Superseal earlier in the year. I’ve done the Western thing a lot, and it just didn’t seem right for a race in Canada. Gone in Eight Hours and Twenty Five Minutes and Thirteen Seconds (from Gone in Sixty Seconds) bit the dust because I couldn’t imagine comparing myself to Nicholas Cage.
I was lost. The wheels in my brain are fortunately turning faster than they did before the race, but still, I wondered, “have I trained away my wits?” It is a distinct possibility. I thought about being literary, since the first big win always seems like the defining moment of a career arc, at least at the time, but trying to mimic a good writer is way too tough. But thinking of it as a defining moment made me think of other defining moments in my life. And that led me to think of things surrounding those moments. And that led me deeper and deeper down the well… And that should give it away right there, but you’ll have to wait just a little bit longer. Have a cup of tea while you do (and that’s as many hints as I will give).