Welcome to Austria, the perfect place to "recover," or eat yourself silly, after an Ironman.
Why the Japanese iced coffee method is simply the best.
Putting miles under wheel and foot before bigger miles take me far from here.
My two-week training block almost killed me. Now, rest.
Homemade raw energy bites tinted with everyone's favorite shade.
Travel, training, and loosening my grip.
Musings from the surprising transition from tri-a-holic to work-a-holic.
One word that marked this weekend.
My monthly collection of moments, finds, eats and etceteras.
On the flip side of the finish line, I can report that I race better with a laser-like focus than I do when scattered like paper cups on a windy run course.
I'd lost sight of what it feels like to be this engaged. To be needed this much.