My personal journey of going from an overweight IT leader to an Ironman.
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Impromptu 5k this morning!!
5K done!! Time was 32:50. Not a PR but it was a good run!
Step one. Long drive. Long bike ride.
Guess who’s got a new 5K PR and wants to throw up?
Mommy daughter 5k
Conquered
Once upon a time, I was a badass.

I ran a sub-2 half-marathon on one of Seattle’s hottest days.

I jumped...
Tomorrow - first race in 2 years. #triathlon #70.3 #race (Publicado com Instagram, no Praia Mansa de Caiobá)
Last 20-miler of marathon training done! Weekday long runs really suck, but sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do. Now I go eat all...
Running progress.
Finishing the Bridge of Lions 5K. 7/16/11. 39:47. 260lbs.
Finishing the Native Sun Mandarin 10K. 11/12/11....
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Have you ever done something that gave you such a sense of accomplishment that it was emotionally overwhelming? Something that two years ago you wouldn’t have dreamed was even possible?
While this race was on my schedule merely as a tune-up for Ironman Florida in November, I can’t tell you how much it means to me to complete it. Ask anyone that knew me two years ago, anyone at all, if they thought I could complete a 70.3 and they would have told you “No way.”

This guy, the guy that most of my friends in Boston remember, just finished a 70.3 Triathlon.
A little over a year ago I competed in my very first triathlon, a Sprint race at Crowes Lake. Roughly 200 yards into a 400 yard swim, I had to float on my back because I thought I was going to drown. It took every ounce of my energy to swim across that catfish pond to the other side. I struggled on the bike, and basically walked the entire 5K. I was something like 3rd from last in the entire race. It was so upsetting, that I didn’t attempt my next triathlon until almost a year later.
Yesterday afternoon I stood in the rain at the finish line in disbelief that I had finished it. That halfway through the run I was at such a low point emotionally that I had thoughts of cancelling my race in Florida, if not walking out on this race itself.
But I didn’t. I pressed on. Walking a LOT more than I had ever thought would be necessary, but putting one foot in front of the other was all that mattered. 18 months of training 6 days of the week cannot prepare you for the mental fatigue that you go through, and I was surprised by it. I marched on even though most of my body and mind told me I was INSANE for doing what I was doing. Let the blisters scream. Let the legs ache. Let the back hurt. That is why they make Aleve. Keep moving forward.
Take. It. Down. TAKE. IT. DOWN!
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