aka, Live it Out.
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aka, The Weight is a Gift.
Sometimes you just got to ride it out alone.
Thoughts on Kona, the view from 11,000 feet, and fence-sitting Ironman Arizona.
Lessons from a brief work trip and a ski film.
What bubbled up during a visit to our old stomping grounds in Central New York state.
Having my mom here last week was like a mini retreat—a break in the normal flow of things.
Ten posts rolled into one, here's what I've been up to lately.
What surprises me even more than how much not-training I'm doing is how much I'm enjoying it.
A jeopardized Ironman has lent a berry-picking analogy to my training. Maybe it can help someone else, too.