come back
I don't know yet whether this was a finale or a new beginning. Or something simpler perhaps—a homecoming of sorts.
I don't know yet whether this was a finale or a new beginning. Or something simpler perhaps—a homecoming of sorts.
Thoughts on a post-partum triathlon that made me feel like a beginner again.
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.
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.”…
On Sunday I did two-thirds of a half of a thing. Here's how it helped me feel full again.
On sore quads and a newly ignited love for trail running.
Key elements to any meaningful pursuit, and in this case, my sixth Ironman.