Essays and field reports. Mostly written on Sundays.
Here we go, the first step toward becoming an Ironman. That's what I told myself at the top of a 240-foot waterslide, about to start my second sprint triathlon. Three days earlier, my final training swim had gone so badly I barely made it 350 yards. This is the story of how it all turned around.
Sometimes you just need to shake things up to test who you are and reset where you are headed.