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Burlingame
We were supposed to be in Ecuador. Instead, we were walking, again, along the ragged edge of the San Francisco Bay watching airplanes take off and land. They were simultaneously carrying people off to their Christmases and bringing them home to San Francisco. This wasn’t…
don’t cry for me, Argentina
That time I traveled a long, long way to almost DNF my first Ironman.
are we there yet?
Eight random musings on another trip around the sun, and to another start line.
(an ironman) holiday in spain
Making Ironman memories in the land of jamon and jellyfish.
dream tiny
Tomorrow morning I’m hoping to claw my way through my seventh Ironman race. As my friend Ryan put it so eloquently, anticipation is the sweetest part: “because you can still dream about a great day.” The thing is, for this one I haven’t been dreaming…
put a bib on it
On Sunday I did two-thirds of a half of a thing. Here's how it helped me feel full again.