aka, Live it Out.

aka, The Weight is a Gift.

My triathlon season ended the same way it began: with a 140.6-mile journey known as Ironman.

Grain-free "fake" muffins for when you need to buckle down and get serious.

Sometimes you just got to ride it out alone.

A short happy list, and how I (finally!) made the decision to race Ironman Arizona in two weeks.

Thoughts on Kona, the view from 11,000 feet, and fence-sitting Ironman Arizona.

Sometimes you just have to look something in the face. So here it is, my first DNF.