The super hero blues.

As Lake Placid has cleared out I can’t help but notice that my husband seems to have the post race blues. After Sunday’s monumental Ironman effort it’s not too surprising. For one day you are the center of the universe. Come to think of it, for one day you go from being a mere mortal to a muscled superhero that could squash kryptonite in your bare hands. Take that Lex Luthor. But not to worry Iron men and ladies. While you may have removed the cape and put it away until next time, we still know you’re super hero. Kind of the same way Lois Lane has always suspected something strange about Clark Kent. When she looked at him, she always seemed to have the peculiar look on her face like she knew he could look through her blouse with his x-ray eyes.  What’s cool about super heroes is that they never really rest for long. There will always be something or someone that needs saving. Especially when that someone may be him or herself.  In the mean time, it’s time to go out and earn some money so you can afford another Ironman entry. Then you can go out and buy that new wetsuit. I hear QR is working on a stylish cape to go with it.  Aquaman would be proud. God knows, I am sure Cervelo is working on a new P5 that will rival the Batmobile. Now if only Newton, Kswiss or Brooks could make you some shoes so you could run like the Flash. Then we would have the perfect triathlete.