“So, you really aren’t going to ski?” John asked. We were packing for our weekend trip to his grandparents’ vacation home Vermont. “Nope. My body is a temple,” I replied. “I’ve got to respect the temple.” Ever since I started training for Ironman, I have come to see my body in a very different way, as something to build, to strengthen, to protect, and to respect. Sounds like some kind of temple to me. At almost 40 years old, I am the fittest I have ever been in my life. I have worked very hard to build my temple, and …