I asked the twittersphere how long a race recap could get before it got “too long”. I received a lot of good responses, all of which reminded me of something. It was my day. And I want to remember it. Plus, this is my blog. If you lose interest, I’m sorry I’m not sorry.
It was an amazing and wonderful day, one that words can’t do justice. And the journey to get there has been, dare I say, even better than that single day. So without further ado, my Ironman Canada race.
About how I did hardly anything leading up to the race, and it was awesome. Except when I thought I had kidney stones again.
About how I finally had a good swim in a race, and that I should medal in transitions.
About how my bike was pretty strong until my stomach started hurting. I still threw down a good ride, but it wasn’t a good sign of things to come.
About how I ran until my stomach no longer hurt, and the only leg I didn’t cry on.
Happy reading or snoozing!