Getting out of my element on the third stop of our winter tour.
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…
"The habit of looking forward is hard to escape from."
Baby—and fall—can come any day now.
Taking stock of the past 36 weeks.
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.