It wasn't bad; and it wasn't stellar. I felt a bit nauseated on the last 500 or so. I really wondered if I was going to puke in transition. I also had a pounding headache. My goggles were too tight which was probably my problem. Once I shed them, I felt much, much better.

Oh yeah, I forgot to start my watch which I realized about 10 minutes into the swim. At that point I started it, but I wasn't sure how much time had passed.

Also, I passed my friend Brian on the swim. He would later pass me on the bike and ultimately beat me by 20 minutes or so. But, at this point, I didn't know that - so, it felt good to be kicking his ass so early in the race. :)


Get a professional goggle fitting! Always looking to expand the tri budget. Start my watch on time. DANGIT, that makes two races in a row. How many is it going to take?

I thought I was moving pretty good, but the clock says otherwise. I was a little shaky, but still moving. What the heck? It's a long day anyway.

Almost 9 minutes, and I still forgot my biking gloves. Crap. Oh well, no going back now.

I was disappointed at my time. Biking is my strength so I should have done much better. Plus, I knew the course. I started out cautious and stayed there. My HR should have averaged about 8 to 10 beats higher. The good news is that I have room here for improvement.

My feet cramped (or hurt) REALLY, REALLY badly for the last 20 miles. Gotta review my shoe situation.

Oh, I got a freaking drafting penalty which pissed me off. So, I spent 4 minutes in the penalty tent playing with a cool stop watch. There was another guy from Atlanta there too. Of course, we were both robbed because we were innocent. How can they screw up so bad to put two innocent folks in the penalty tent? FU*K!

Honestly, I don't know what I did wrong. The ref said that there was a group of us drafting for about a minute. He went on to say that I was the one in front. Now, how is that drafting?

Oh well, it's a long day. Take the good with the bad and keep moving. I did pee on one of the penalty tent's poles. Sweet revenge!

My real time is 11:36:28 for those of you out there with a sense of justice.

Push harder. Evaluate my foot positioning and/or shoes - need to solve that cramping problem.

My feet hurt so damn bad that I ripped my shoes off just past the dismount line. I nearly fell over twice, but it was soooo sweeeet to get them off; if there had been a trash can, I would have thrown them in the garbage right there.

I guess this was not my day for speedy transitions. Not sure what took me so long. I did take pee-pee break. Good sign for hydration.

Ok, the benefit of farting around in transitions and during the bike is that I had fresh legs for the run. I felt awesome heading out and pretty much stayed there the whole way. I really felt good.

It got a little mental between 18 and 22, but the rest was repeating this mantra 26.2 times: run to the aid station, run to the mile marker, repeat.

IT WAS HOT, and they ran out of cold sponges toward the end. I couldn't take in any food at all except chicken broth (which I highly recommend) until about mile 16. I survived on water, salt tablets, coke, and chicken broth. That was it.

Not much really. I had a great run.

Uhmm.. A bit of a blur...medal around my neck, towel on my shoulders, somebody messing with my ankle - something about a timing chip, high fiving my kids...

Seriously, I felt fine. I just wanted some water.


Loved it. The finish was awesome. The crowds downtown and out on the bike loop. Coming down that shoot for the final 0.2 and hearing my name was INCREDIBLE. Congrats to all IRONMEN out there. I admire you.