It's been nearly 10 years since I left for Fort(get lost in the woods) Leonard Wood, Missouri as well as running my first Spartan. At times I wasn't allowed to fly home to see my family during Thanksgiving or Christmas some years but I was allowed to go run races in -20 wind chills in Texas in a stripper cop outfit(the latter obviously wasn't approved by my CO) -- the announcer at one of the corals looked at me and said "you're the reason we can't have nice things".
My ridiculous 10 year plan after the New York Marathon in 2019 was to run a triathlon before I turned 30, then the world went to shit. So now the goal is anytime before I pass from those final 2 Big Macs and large fry within the next 5-50 years. Until then, back on my bullshit.