So I called Jeff this afternoon (he's in the Dallas-Ft. Worth airport waiting to fly home from his Austin-Kansas City trip).
Me: "Honey, I need to fly to Phoenix in November."
Jeff (anticipating his wife has made another spur-of-the-moment decision that will affect his life for months to come): "ooooo-kaaaay."
Me: "I need to fly there so I can stand in line and make sure I get a spot for Ironman Arizona 2009."
Jeff: "So you've decided to go for the full distance. Cool!" (NOT: "Don't you think you should do ONE half first before you decide if you can handle a full?" See? He's learning! Best. Husband. Ever.)
Seriously though, you may wonder what AM I thinking. In my head, it makes perfect sense though. We have a house in Scottsdale and I know the area/roads/course well (plus I swam in Tempe Town Lake for the SOMA race last year). It's about as flat an Ironman course as I will find. Arizona in November is guaranteed to be better racing weather for me. And it's a year and a half away - tons of time to train.
Anyway, I've got nearly 6 months to make up my mind firmly about registering, but for now, it *sounds* like a good idea (yeah, that won't come back to bite me in the ass later....). Ironman Arizona 2009, baby!