Recently, I've been in contact with a (former) crew scheduler at Republic named Brenton, who learned I did Ironman Arizona. His intrigue about the event is refreshing and it gives me great pleasure to fill him in on the events that took place nearly 3 months ago.
I've never thought of myself as an inspiration. I'm just me. A regular butter/corn/milk drinking Midwestern boy. Loyal to my Minnesota Vikings and the Minnesota State Fair, I'm a simple guy. I am not used to the burden of being an inspiration; yet I'm also finding it to be refreshing and humbling.
So it got me to thinking: what inspires me?
I think the answer lies with guys like Brenton. People who are impressed with what I've done and who I am. People who are proud of me.
I vow to continue doing good things, so that others may be inspired as well.