14 months. That’s what I’ve given myself to train for a half Ironman. I’m 45. Over the last two years I’ve lost over 120 pounds and gotten myself comfortable (again) with running enough to pop up and tackle half marathons without hating myself. In what is apparently a strong Elder Millennial trend, triathlons have now caught my eye and I’ve decided to our even more time into being outside. It’s not a mid-life crisis. It’s a midlife trisis. The 14 months started a month