Travel, training, and loosening my grip.
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Vancouver, family, and feeling stuck.
Sometimes you just got to ride it out alone.
A short happy list, and how I (finally!) made the decision to race Ironman Arizona in two weeks.
My name is Jen and I have a dysfunctional esophagus.
Ah, Santa Barbara. A triathlete's (and food-lover's) paradise par excellence.
This stuff has become a pre-ride staple that brings new meaning to the term "chamois butter."
Five liquid indulgences that help my dueling passions coexist.
Ten posts rolled into one, here's what I've been up to lately.
Two weeks out from Ironman South Africa, I'm happy to report that I avoided the pit of post-race despair.