San Francisco to Santa Barbara on a bicycle, round two.
aka, Live it Out.
aka, The Weight is a Gift.
My triathlon season ended the same way it began: with a 140.6-mile journey known as Ironman.
Grain-free "fake" muffins for when you need to buckle down and get serious.
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.
Thoughts on Kona, the view from 11,000 feet, and fence-sitting Ironman Arizona.
Sometimes you just have to look something in the face. So here it is, my first DNF.