FINALLY! A world championship qualification!

I knew if I waited long enough, trained long enough, and endured long enough that my age group would not disappoint. Sure, at 62 years of age and an aortic root and ascending aneurysm in the watch and wait stage should have sidelined my sporting aspirations…..should have stopped me… should have reminded me that at any point, I could dissect and well, die or if lucky, fate would not frown upon me and wheel me into an ER where living GODS would see my heart bracelet and read that I am an aortic athlete. They, if competent, would wheel me into open heart surgery to replace my silly bulging aortic aneurysm with a replacement … if I survive the surgery. But I am projecting… I am catastophizing ( Is that even a word?). But the engine that drives me and drives most athletes does not run out of gas…it propels forward no matter the obstacles, no matter the age to achieve goals that were born long, long ago where the inner voice remains clear and resolute with a resounding… you can… you will… no matter what… competing is life… no matter the age, no matter the obstacles… to live is to live on the edge because we only have one life! Nice, France World Championships 70.3 HERE I COME.