We were supposed to be in Ecuador. Instead, we were walking, again, along the ragged edge of the San Francisco Bay watching…
That time I traveled a long, long way to almost DNF my first Ironman.
Eight random musings on another trip around the sun, and to another start line.
Kona, it's nice to finally meet you.
Making Ironman memories in the land of jamon and jellyfish.
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…
On Sunday I did two-thirds of a half of a thing. Here's how it helped me feel full again.
The flavour-du-jour of my triathlon season so far.
I went south, only to find out that the Bear Republic still has its claws in me.
A quick recap of cycling in California, and why I love life on two wheels.
I was asked recently who I'd like to see complete an Ironman and why...