The Ironman distance triathlon started over a conversation during an award ceremony for a 5 person, relay running race, in Honolulu HI. The participants were mostly made up of running club members, and some from the Waikiki Swim Club. An article in Sports Illustrated had named a Belgium cyclist that had the highest “oxygen uptake” measured, thus, making cyclists the “fittest endurance athletes”. A Navy Commander disagreed and thought the only way to test the theory was to combine a long distance swim, bike, and run. On the island of Honolulu, there was Wiikiki Roughwater Swim (2.4 mi./3.86 km), the Around-Oahu Bike Race (115 mi./185.07 km; originally a two-day event) and the Honolulu Marathon (26.219 mi./42.195 km). By shaving 3 miles off the bike, you could start at the swim finish, end where the marathon typically began. The winner of this, would be called an Iron Man. 15 men started, 12 finished, and Gordon Haller won. However, the man that was leading, John Dunbar, his support crew ran out of water and replaced it with beer….kind of ironic from my eyes. He still finished 2nd. I wouldn’t suggest this method. This was in 1978 and the winning time was 11:46:58.
As usual, it has taken me a while to put all my thoughts down. For other reasons, I wanted to wait for other things to unfold in my life and what happened afterward, as in the rest of the year. They say doing an Ironman changes you, so, I wanted to see how it would change me, if at all.
At the end of June, I participated and completed Ironman Coeur d’Alene. It has been my experience, that if I wait, collect thoughts, and process the entire undertaking of a race, it is easier to give a little more perspective. Rather than, I got here, did this, this happened, I swam, then ate, went to bed, woke up and raced. After all, the race is the shortest part of the mission. Even in an Ironman. I learned more from the training, adaptation of the lifestyle, and what happens in life after you cross the finish line. For this race, it went from one side of the spectrum, to the other, weekly, or even daily.
How did this happen? How did I sign up for an Ironman? I say it, “you are a product of your environment.” If you want to get a synopsis of a person, check out their closest friends. If those folks are chess players and coin collectors, then you are probably looking at a chess player that collects coins. You can scroll through previous posts and see that my closest friends had signed up for IM Lake Placid and IM Louisville and then Christian started with his, “you know you got this” and “it is perfect you for son” stuff. The final push over the edge was from a Team In Training teammate, Mark Healy, a few words at a swim practice that humbled me….”you are great athlete, and we’d love to have you on the Team, Adam”
At this time, I had not even done a ½ Iron distance race. I had a triathlon bike for less than 60 days. Why not….the paperwork was signed, registration was done. Not only was I committed to the Ironman, but also IronTeam (Team in Training). Only recently had this become my environment. In an earlier life, I was trapped in addiction and thought there was no way out. Even then, I was a product of my environment, things like, court dates, upset friends and family, eviction notices, and bail bondsman on speed dial.
Normally, a triathlete starts in one of the three sports and finds themselves buying either goggles and running shoes, or goggles and a bike, or on occasion, running shoes and a bike. Can you follow that? I was a runner, so I fell into the goggles and bike group.
The last post was a recap of the Boston Marathon and the explanation of how and why I found a George Darden (who can now claim he specializes in coaching Triathletes that are spastic and mental cases and he has me to thank for that.) After the Boston Marathon, the attention could really be turned to IM CdA from a training perspective. The indecision of racing Boston, or pacing Chrissy, was now out of play. She got her PR, had a great race and CdA was now in sight. Being a part of Chrissy’s requalification was just as rewarding. After this, we were a tad over 2 months away. Leading up to CdA, there were a lot of outside factors that played into the training block. Come to find out, this is Ironman. Not anything special. The outside factors, that’s life, these are things you deal with, but now you have days where you are training 6+ hours. Not including drive time and general preparation. This magnifies those life situations, especially when you’re set on aggressive goals. I say this for several reasons. Some go through the workout, or even the weekly training with a social aspect, or even just to get in shape. The mental side of that can be different, but still something that requires dedication and lots of time. Something like that would allow for less pressure on an individual. It is incredible to go through the process. Some of the key workouts on my calendar required good mental attention. Otherwise, the workout was compromised. The Lab was created with the intention of having good energy and little to no interference. Intentions and reality are two different words for a reason. Reality is what you HAVE to deal with and intentions are what you’d LIKE to deal with.
In The Lab
The general training schedule from GWD looked like this (mid to high volume)
Swim 3000-4000 yards – Run 6-8 miles
Structured Trainer Session (My Bike, Indoors, Stationary)
Swim w/Team In Training 3000-4000 yards – Run 8-10 miles
2-3hr Outdoor Bike
Swim 3000-4000 yards – Run 6-8 miles
100 miles biking (or more) with a short run after every other week
3 hours on the bike with a run, or a long run 12-18 miles
Truth be told, I love the volume. As a person, this is how I express myself, through the love of endurance training. I’ve found that in these volume blocks you peel back layers of yourself, dig in deep to test the character you’ve developed over years. You will even build more as you train. I used to think this was done over happy hour and late nights at a bar, chasing women, and in general, being foolish. I found out that is where I jeopardized the very thing I am seeking, a better life.
When I look back at the first Team in Training GTS, I didn’t have a bike. I was scared to death. That was end of May (2012) last year. The love from Coaches, Darren, Natalie, and Chris really was something that propelled me to take charge of my passion for triathlon. All three had a watchful eye on my swim, bike, and run and each week, passing advice, sharing experiences, and guiding me to the next step of getting to my goals. How lucky of me? To fall into such good people, that really want to see others do well. So much so that they give time freely, the most selfless thing you can give. Thank you Darren, Natalie, and Chris, what a great way to start my path to becoming an Ironman, I can never repay you. I have stayed in close contact with Natalie and Darren, now both are close friends that I love with all my heart. Darren posted a marathon time of 3:14 & change the day before CDA. We spent Friday’s on the track together for many weeks. I would ride the bike next to him while he did his scheduled mile repeats. I loved doing that. Once Christian shared the news that Darren did well, and has a shot at Boston registration, I got that lump in my throat. Darren is a good man, I am really happy for him. He worked tirelessly to run that race. Doing well in CdA was important to me, for them. They deserve a payoff of seeing growth in a person, physically and mentally. If they could have the same feelings that I have had when I heard about Darren, or witness Chrissy and Christian do well, that feeling is a true reward.
Now that I was with IronTeam, I had new coaches, but with the same selfless principal of sacrificing so much for the betterment of others still applied to Coach King and Coach Mary. Now, with 25+ athletes to manage, regular full-time jobs, and family, they still managed to get each of us individual attention. I struggle with a lot of today’s standards in society, things are dehumanizing quickly. People go through life staring at a telephone, or finding their values from reality TV. I am not perfect, but I love human interaction. I can make it an entire car ride with someone without losing myself in a telephone screen. I just love people. No matter what, I’ll find a way to love you. It is far less taxing to love someone than to resent or hold grudges. Coach Mary and Coach King were excellent reminders that this still exists. Imagine the humility it takes to Coach IronTeam. Now take that and double it, because Rich Heidal was on our Team.
Rich and I met briefly on a bike ride months before IronTeam was put together. We were both training for Augusta ½ Ironman and hooked up for a few miles accidently on the Cartersville routes. We talked a bit about his new job and his life here in Atlanta. He seemed like a good guy and I can’t remember who dropped who, but I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt here. (Since I can’t remember). After discovering that Rich was on IronTeam, I was happy to see him. Rich is the picture of positive energy. He loves the spotlight too, but in a good way. Not the way that I would want it. The relationship with Rich during the season, and still today, was more of a brotherly type. We had squabbles that were short lived. Now that I have had time to reflect, it is healthy for both of us. There was a time when I seriously considered backing out of IM CdA. It was before I met up with personal adviser, Coach GWD. I was completely embattled with indecision. The energy that surrounded me was filled inconsistency and I was really unsure of the idea. Our weather was a major factor. Yes, the weather. The Spring of 2013, one of the coldest, rain soaked, you will ever see in Georgia. For all intense purposes, The Lab was being flooded. Bad news for me, this would be the start of some things that eventually take a toll afterwards. Storms of a mental capacity, the worst kind, but the kind I learn from. I’d really like to thank Rich for our phone calls, and his encouragement to do what was best for me. He also played a significant role in my fund raising efforts. I was a charity case myself at times. If backing out would have happened, I don’t know where I would be right now. It would have been a different path. No George, no IronTeam, probably living with some regrets that would take time to heal. Thanks Rich, I love you like a brother.
Once I decided to move forward, having George became an instrumental part of the training. We talked about a goal time for our finish, but I think he knew that the goal in my mind was a tad aggressive for a 1st timer with less than a year of volume on the bike. I’d ask a lot, “Do you think this is possible?” His response was always reassuring, but sometimes you can tell by the delivery of a message that the person on the other end might have doubts. That is fine. I wouldn’t want it any other way. I never thought George doubted me, I just think he is smart and has experience. It was more like preparation for what was likely to happen. If George understands my lofty goals, he will do his best to position me for success. We will work together to build a plan that makes sense long term. Trusting him is easy. The man dropped a 9:30 at Ironman Wisconsin, beating out pros while doing so. Read HERE about that. Now he has a shot at his goal in Kona. This will be his 2nd trip, with over a year to prepare. Yikes. I was lucky enough to see this happen in person. The way G goes about his business puts 1st class, back in coach. He’s polished, always thinking before speaking, or writing. We are alike in some ways, but different in many others. Our differences are specifically why I want him in my life, they are my weaknesses. Hopefully the coaching relationship buds into a long term friendship. I respect George, I want to emulate his approach to triathlon and life. He is the true definition of humble. However, one day, I will get a reaction from my off the cuff comments, or at least a shift in body language. The man does not budge. Drives me crazy.
As the June approached, my fitness levels were really getting specific to the distance of an Ironman. Basically, 75 miles on the bike was the precursor for the last 30, when I started to dig in for more. Swimming was starting to show improvement. Ironteam had a 2300m continuous swim earlier in the season. That day, I really didn’t have it, but I am glad. I was one of the last few people out of the water. After that, I vowed to rework my approach to the swim. Slowing down, to speed up, or at least stay consistent. My form falling to pieces was becoming too regular. If I am citing failure aloud to people I trust, that usually follows with “that will never happen again if I can help it”. That spurned a methodical approach, rather than more yards, or more yards, faster. Several weeks later, we did an Iron-Distance swim, 3800m, where I was quietly in the top 1/3 out of the water. That is part of peeling back layers. You find out what you can do if you put your heart into it. I parlayed that into a 1st place finish at the Clemson Open Water Swim Meet at the 3k distance, in my age group. Although, I think they had ribbons left…..Hey, I will take it. The running side of my training had its challenges. At the time, and currently, I am dealing with some sort of mystery with my right leg. I prefer to take the approach of keeping my physical issues closer to the vest. Someone always will have it worse. Listening to folks go on about nagging tweaks, or dings, during Ironman training is kind of like listening to a painter complain about paint on his clothes. No shit, you are a painter. If you don’t like it, become a carpenter.
GWD Finished IMWI
As the race drew near, I had some decisions to make about the weeks leading up. My family takes a yearly trip to the beach and since I have been clean, I’ve yet to be able to make it. That has been frustrating to me, but the timing with work travel hasn’t matched. Now this year, it was IM CdA. It was already certain that I had to be in Denver the week of, for work, so a beach trip just seemed like too much. I went to GWD about this and we both agreed that it was just too much to jam in 8 days before a 140.6 mile endurance race. If you knew my family, spending any substantial amount of time makes an Ironman a short workout. I’d have to pass on it again this year.
The family aspect of endurance sports is unique for all of us. I do find as I meet more people in the lifestyle, that some have the same thoughts as I do, “Why doesn’t my family want to see me race?” “Why don’t they care?” “Why do they think a 10k is a marathon, when I have told them 37x the difference?”. There are so many ways to look at this, but really, the only one common response I get is, “You are not doing this for them.” That part is what I am unsure of. The years of torture, the “bail me out” phone calls, the theft, the unpredictable, downright scary behavior. Don’t I owe them something positive to enjoy? Seeing me finish a few races might change the past, right? Nope. It doesn’t. They still have questions, there has to be a lack of trust floating around. 4.5 years is not enough time for my dad and mom to forget the sleepless nights for 8 years. What I need to focus on is consistent behavior. The fact they see me happy in triathlon is probably a dream come true to them. I am their son, regardless of a finishing time, or regardless of the distance. They don’t care, and they don’t have to, they just want me sober and happy. I have to remember that as I approach each race. They never gave up, that is enough. Thanks Mom, Dad, Tracy, Paul, and Scott, I love you guys so much, and my 3 nephews, growing into young boys and men. I am not around as much as I probably should be, but I am always thinking of you. Your pictures are up in The Lab, so you are on my mind. You help me get through the toughest weeks, and toughest weeks would be tougher without your support.
As the IronTeam started to arrive into CdA on Wednesday and Thursday, my plan was to land in Spokane on late Thursday night, stay there, then make the move to CdA first thing Friday morning. While waiting in Denver for my flight to Spokane, low and behold, one of my teammates was in the same restaurant! Once I sat with MK, I really felt like the race weekend was upon us. Both MK and I had started out with some inefficiency in our swimming, but progressed leading up to the race. We had dinner together, me, her, and her partner. We were happy, but you could probably feel some nervous energy. What was really nice, MK was meeting a group of friends from Texas and they had a rental car that I could squeeze into. Now, I could actually get to CdA Thursday night, and wake up in race weekend mode I was really appreciative of that gesture. All my travel was knocked out by Thursday.
Leading up to the race I did a lot of thinking. From what I have read, it is really good to think back on some key workouts that went well. Like the Iron-distance swim I had completed, but the one I think I held onto was an 8hr bike ride without stopping. A good friend of mine, Jason, was willing to help me by crewing in a car. A cooler packed with gels, bananas, water, and Ironman Perform, with some Clif Bars. What was in that cooler is important. We believe in a practice like you race mentality. George had advised me that I should go with only one aero bottle for the race. Remove the bottle cages completely. Right away I understood why. Spend money on the bike, the aero helmet, the carbon everything, for what reason….to be as light as possible, and as efficient against the air as you could be. So, loading down your bike with 5 full bottles of fluids really just takes it all away. Seriously, weigh them sometime. It is heavy. Knowing Perform was on the course, Jason and I proceeded to take off and go on a handoff system, just like the aid stations on the course. We talked a little, but mostly I was head down, and pedaling. I would toss a bottle, grab a bottle. Seamless exchanges and I was staying right around 19.5 mph on over 6 hours. We finally ended the day, never stopped, or unclipped. 7:52 – 151 miles, 7,000 ft of climb, non-stop. I did an 8 min cool down in the parking lot…. How about that? Not even a hot spot or a bathroom break. While my endurance career is short lived, I do feel like some things are definitely in my favor. One, I can do this shit all day and love it. Two, my stomach is pretty susceptible to the gels and endurance drinks. (must have been all those beers & pills) Three, I think I have some pretty tough skin. As I write this, I am cringing. Next race will probably end with me in blisters, puking all over my bike. I do believe that the “practice like you race mentality” is overlooked by so many on folks when they review the outcome of their nutrition plan. Folks, take a better look, at least once.
Friday leading up the race, Christian, Sarah, and Chrissy would all arrive as my support, or race sherpas, as they are called. I had already done some riding, checked in, and really just taking it all in. That is not in my nature either. I like to go about it with a business-like approach. That doesn’t mean I am not having fun, it is just the way I prefer to take on the adventure. One of the things I like to say, “It’s a business trip, I am all business”. You can gaff your race by not paying attention the last few 48 hours or so. On your feet, eating poorly, not sleeping well, or just not planning properly. Why would I want to risk the very thing I came to do, race my best. When I say taking it in, I mean a little bit of reflecting on my path to where I was. It set in a few times, it was emotional.
Best. Support. Ever.
Saturday night was the Team In Training dinner for the athletes, coaches, and our support teams. We had partnered with the LA Chapter on this race, I was able to meet some people that I had correspondence with leading up to the big weekend. Just as I had thought, all of them 1st class. Big hugs and positive comments filled the room. The LA Chapter along with the Georgia Chapter raised close to $500,000 for cancer research. All while training, holding a job, and most with a family life. Not bad for a “spare time” passion. To this day I remain in contact with a lot of the LA folks. It is a So Cal – Atlanta love. After dinner, some acknowledgements, some stories of cancer survivors. In attendance a young lady whom had beaten cancer was racing, Anabel Capalbo, from the LA Chapter and that was really inspiring. Shutting things down and getting back to the hotel room was all that was left. The night before the race is coming to a close….all that is left is hours before we get into Lake Coeur d’Alene for the start of an Ironman. Time to go to bed, one night before I go for Iron.
Sleepless nights. I have had many of them. While my life was spiraling out of control from 2002-2009 it really would be hard to tell you the true insanity of the lifestyle. If you had to take an average, in my calculations, it was an arrest every 4 months during that time stretch. Cobb County alone had me in custody 15 times. I want to be clear, never once did I lay my hands on another person, or do anything violent. Although, drinking and driving is equally as selfish, and I am guilty of it….the court records can prove it. How arrogant? Many of the law enforcement officers in the area knew me, and always had the same things to say, “Come on Heiser, we know your car, and we know you do not have a valid driver’s license, stop driving, please.” It was blatant disregard of the law, or truly insanity.
When you go to a friend’s house and knock on the door, it is done in a certain fashion. A polite knock, just loud enough to get the attention of the homeowner, they open, greet you, and offer a welcome. Now, when a bounty hunter, or an officer with a warrant is knocking, it is done in a totally different manner. These are the kind that give you sleepless nights, when you know one is coming, but just not when. Maybe not tonight, I would think, but definitely coming soon. After all, when you skip out on bond, they don’t take that lightly. These knocks were not limited to my door, but carried on to my family’s door, my friend’s door, and even my office. Turns out, the police will look for you. They don’t sweep things under the rug, even if it was a simple insurance violation where I failed to go to court.
Many people like to ask how, or why, I got to this point. Let me tell you, fear. Fear that isn’t surface level. Fear that is buried so deep that it cripples you into a lifestyle you just cannot manage, or makes you miserable, daily. Fear that controls you to a point you cannot take action. Not even that first step, it just seems insurmountable. You make excuses, or justify it with what you think is a valid answer. Imagine just telling someone, “I am really scared, and I am just in fear of this change. Would you help me take the first step?” The ego gets in the way of that statement, and then, you cannot get help from those that love you most. So, that is how I spent years in turmoil, I was fucking scared. My happiness was at a sacrifice, only because I would not take the hands of people trying to help me. This goes right along with one of the greatest accounts of dealing with addiction, a book written by David Sheff titled, A Beautiful Boy, named after a John Lennon song. There is a line in the song that hits home when it comes to dealing with fear, “before you cross the street, take my hand.” I just love that. I need hands when crossing certain streets, and I take them, every time. I learned the hard way. So many people, so many hands held. That is how I stayed alive and made it out of despair. Now I am happy and hopefully taking some hands myself. Life is just better that way, never alone.
Race morning in triathlon is much different than a road or trail race. You have tires to pump, nutrition to set up, wetsuits, warm up swims, body marking, transition bags, and a few other things to check off the list. Not to mention, your own pressure gauge. What I have found out is that in triathlon I seemed to be a bit more relaxed than a running race. Long course triathlon is much about staying at a certain level of exertion all day, steady. George is an excellent advisor and coach. His knowledge and experience has been a big factor in my growth as an endurance athlete. He says “Ironman is like a really long workout, you should never really be redlining it at any point.” I get that, it helped me stay relaxed prior to the race. Having GWD in my corner has given me the opportunity to excel in the sport much quicker than if I were on my own. I took his hand! I let him help me…..most of the time.
Before Swim Start
The conditions for the day were looking to be really favorable, another blessing. The water temps in Lake Coeur d’Alene were a few degrees up from the previous year…a crisp 61 degrees. As for the air temperature, it was going to be the high 70s. Ironman race day has so many uncontrollable variables that you have to consider. Weather is probably the biggest thing athletes start watching. Never have I taken a 10 day forecast so seriously. Weather conditions over a 10+ hour day (some guys finish faster..GWD!) can make things really uncomfortable, no matter your fitness level race day. It is one of the lures of the sport. For example, Ironman St. George was reduced to a half iron distance because the conditions were so difficult two years ago. Now, the people who competed the last year it was a full hear, “wow you did St. George…damn” and they rarely get a, “what was your finishing time” they are already at badass level, no matter what. Recently, Ironman Lake Tahoe turned out to be below freezing with iced over bikes in transition, and ice patches on the run course….again, badass, just to have done it. Overall, IMCdA was what most anyone would want on race day, as far as the climate.
All the support from Ironteam, my friends, and my coach, were what helped slip into the water that morning. The love and laughter, with some crying, made the 5 months of dedicated training such a learning experience, in life, not just triathlon.
Swim: 1:14:30 – 133 AG & 863 Overall
The swim turned out to be much better than expected. Our expectations were around a 1:17ish. The last lap on the last straight away, I had some cramps in my leg and had to roll over a few times. The other takeaway was to keep swimming no matter what. Looking up to “see” was a rookie move and I didn’t trust myself. Overall, I was really happy, even when I came out of the water and stumbled around from the disorientation. If I were to hit up Dynamo Swim Club in Atlanta on a regular basis, I could be a better swimmer. Fear keeps me from doing that. I do not want to be in Lane 1. Brent Pease has offered his hand so many times….I need to take it, and cross the street. I wish he would just pick me up and force me to go to the swim club.
Out of the water
My hands were cold to the bone from the swim and tough to get my gear on. George warned me of this, and I could have been better. Thanks to the volunteer who helped me get my bike shoes on and arm warmers. The volunteers in IM are 1st class people.
Bike: 5:38:11 – 68 AG & 348 Overall
Getting on the bike was time to start managing the nutrition plan, comfort level, and most importantly the “exertion level”. There is a phrase in triathlon that is used, “going too hard on the bike.” This is a dangerous term, and might be one of the hardest things to avoid if you are a hard charger. Coming off a taper, adrenaline, and general racing, combine that….and you can “go too hard on the bike.” The bike course was a two loop figure 8 type course, with one loop being ½ the distance of the other. It was mainly on the highway with the middle section going through the town. Some great views on the ride, and I had a blast. I may have gone a little too hard on the bike, but I honestly do not think so. Up to IMCDA I had done 2 70.3, and on each, it wasn’t my style to crush the bike. Running is my strong suit, and I want to play that hand. If I look at the training, and the consistent pace I was at, I think the bike split was well within what I should have done. Two fairly large, long, climbs may have been something that took from my running legs. I might have done more bricks after climbing type rides.
Coming into transition I felt pretty good. I found my run bag, and went into the tent to change shoes and get moving. On the later part of the bike ride I was able to relieve myself (pee) without any problems. What I did notice, as soon as I peed one time, it was an open invitation to pee over and over….opening the flood gates I guess. So leaving transition I decided to hit the pit stop one time and go again. My first IM and I had over 13 minutes in transition; this would be something to work on.
Run: 4:10:40 – 60 AG & 304 Overall
This is the part of the race you really can’t understand until you actually go through the entire 26.2 miles. After the 2.4 miles swim, and 112 miles on the bike. Wow, as a runner, and a 3:10 marathoner, I had no idea how much the Ironman run is more mental than physical. This is Ironman. Really mixed feelings about the way the run unfolded. In reflection, I might have not come into the race as fresh as I could have, maybe a bit too hard on some of the bikes and runs leading up to IMCdA. This is something a lot of endurance athletes must learn on their own. Easy days are just as important as hard days. That might have been something I brought into the race, or, I might have “gone too hard on the bike.” Either way, it is something I will look closely at for Ironman Wisconsin 2014. George and I recapped and discussed it, and it is sorta like getting in trouble as a kid. You know what you did, just move on and be better next time. No crying over spilt milk. Strava is the devil by the way.
My legs seized up pretty badly after 9 miles, and even with Christian and Chrissy out on the course doing their absolute best to encourage me and help me go, I just could not make the muscles fire for more than 4-5 minutes at a time. To have my friends out there on bikes was really special. Of course we even had a few laughs at my expense. I knew it was killing them to see me struggle. In all our races, neither Christian nor Chrissy had seen me battle like this. I am forever grateful for all their help out there. It might have been a 4:40 without them. So, I had the Ironman shuffle thing going on, and I am proud to have that badge. I can go back and look at splits, and point out when I walked, or had bathroom breaks….but it is Ironman. Everyone is dealing with that element of the race. I think the only way to understand it is to endure it. The run owned me. I will get another shot at it.
Run, 1st 6 Miles
Crossing the finish line in 11:16:42, was a bit off my hopeful finishing time, but I am still really pleased with the overall day. The real goal is to qualify for the World Championships before I am 40. This would be a step in that direction. It is going to be a process, a process that will take focus for several years. Ironman Coeur d’Alene was on June 23rd, 2013 and I committed to triathlon exactly one year prior to the day by taking the plunge and buying a bike. This goal, and this process was how the birth of “The Lab” came about. For 365 days under my belt, IMCdA was a great start to our mission.
Soon after Ironman CdA, some things happened in my life that I am not too proud of, and things that don’t belong in The Lab. Fear helped drive those actions and events. Again, fear is present when you do not have faith. In my next post, I am going to recap my life after IMCDA, and how leaving my recovery unattended can cause slip ups and emotional pain.