Finally, all these years later, my childhood dream has come true—in a way.
Sometimes days of recovery, rejuvenation, and reconnection can't be planned.
For the next few months, I'm putting The Hippie Triathlete in someone else's hands. Here's why.
So far. So good.
Happy New Year, all.
A life update and a bit of birthday thankfulness.
Sayonara, Southern California! It's been a blast.
My latest travels, and musings on nostalgia and bookshelves.
How to say goodbye to California: Part I.
Welcome to Austria, the perfect place to "recover," or eat yourself silly, after an Ironman.
Getting the 11-hour monkey off my back — in Europe's home of little mermaids and tall tales.