On the trip of a lifetime, goals, dreams, and disappointment.
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Ironman lift-off is just around the corner. Here are some things that have brought me sanity.
The bump on the road toward my A-race was just that, a bump.
Lessons from my first two-wheeled trip down the California coast.
2300 feet of climbing, 23 miles, and a wind burned face later, I returned home wondering why I haven't been camping in so long.
I will always remember the little race on the outskirts of one of America's coolest towns as my entrance into the sub-5 club.
My sixth half Ironman was bookended by delightful road trip companions, gracious hosts, and a week's worth of indulgences.
Saturday's ride through Joshua Tree National Park delivered a fresh jolt of the unexpected.
Finishing an Ironman—a day spent swimming 2.4 miles, cycling 112 miles, and running 26.2 miles— is an achievement worth commemorating with words beyond status updates.
Warning: This post contains a glut of pictures of yours truly in the act of eating. Apparently I’ve been in a narcissistic phase as of late. Today marks the one-month anniversary of my Southern California…