At the end of August, I had the opportunity to make a complete fool out of myself, and I did it well. I had been training all summer for an off-road Extreme Triathlon that was to be held in a small town just south of Jackson, Mississippi. I had worked hard for this triathlon, getting up early every morning to run six miles, swimming and lifting at lunch time, and then mountain biking after work, plus my long run every Sunday morning. I had also endured remarks from my friends that subtlety questioned my sanity when I related my workout routine to them. I didn’t care because I had a goal, and it felt really good to work toward this goal.