A life update and a bit of birthday thankfulness.
Welcome to Austria, the perfect place to "recover," or eat yourself silly, after an Ironman.
Getting the 11-hour monkey off my back — in Europe's home of little mermaids and tall tales.
I haven’t even done what I came here to do yet, but Copenhagen has already stolen my heart. Whatever happens in the race—foot pain, bonking, flat tires, even good old Gus—nothing can spoil the four perfect days I just spent in my new favorite city. I…
My last big training block came to a screeching halt with the arrival of a familiar guest.
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.