taper Rx
As I get ready for another half-Ironman race, I bring you my latest taper cures.
As I get ready for another half-Ironman race, I bring you my latest taper cures.
My sixth half Ironman was bookended by delightful road trip companions, gracious hosts, and a week's worth of indulgences.
Five factors that contribute to that fleeting, hard-to-define feeling of race-readiness. And a recipe for Campari sangria.
As I learned in the red hills of St. George last Saturday, Ironman fitness might go stale after seven weeks, but it doesn't go bad.
Last week, I published my first piece on Greatist.com, one of my new favorite resources for health, food, and fitness.
The story of a San Luis Rey virgin, a cycling guardian angel, and trial by fire in the peloton.
Ah, Ragnar. That weird and wonderful blend of pseudo-runners that's part Halloween and part high school pep rally, topped with the all-day energy of an Ironman.
Apparently the ticket to TT-ing success is a potpourri of rest, curry, bacon, beer, and cocktails. Should've known.
For those of you who've been asking, here is my "official" Ironman Los Cabos race report.
What surprised me on Sunday at Ironman Cabos wasn't the journey of heart and lungs and legs.