Lessons from a brief work trip and a ski film.
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Ah, Santa Barbara. A triathlete's (and food-lover's) paradise par excellence.
What bubbled up during a visit to our old stomping grounds in Central New York state.
What surprises me even more than how much not-training I'm doing is how much I'm enjoying it.
On the trip of a lifetime, goals, dreams, and disappointment.
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.