Keep fighting. This sign – held by a woman at mile 10-ish of the marathon – sums up my IRONMAN Arizona. I fought so damn hard all day long, but punching that second trip to Kona…
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During a recent trip to Chipotle – the first one in months – I asked for more guac (because the spoonful was tiny!). As she scooped another (small) spoonful onto my barbacoa salad, the potbellied…
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traveling To Arizona. Nick’s climbing Kilimanjaro with his buddies, so I hopped a flight to Phoenix to spectate Ironman Arizona and get some sunshine. Except it rained. In the desert. Regardless, it was a…
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What I loved most about Ironman Arizona last weekend wasn’t the race itself, though spectating 140.6 is always fun (but not quite as fun as racing one). The best part… the people! Nick calls…