Full Bodied Yes

Home stretch of the run of my life. Chased a 1/2 marathon PR, and then PAID. But the energy of that finish chute is unlike any. Family of 1000's, building wings. 4:00.23. Not bad for a first marathon.

Halfway through #IronmanMallorca bike course. Legs and lungs on fire. Thanks to @pelotoncycle and @feltbicycles, craving big gears.

T1

T1

bike parking

Beach run into the 2nd half of the swim

Race morning. 2.4 mile swim, watching the sun rise with every breath. And the day only got better.

Couldn't wait to churn up that water. Raced stingrays, jellyfish, & what looked like a tiger shark over a coral reef on the swim course...I think the @duskiiactive wetsuit scared them. #IronGlam

My kind of crazy. 2500 Athletes. Ages 20-75. (Did you catch that? 75.) 57 Countries. Tribe.

Play time. Not for long? I'll admit it: the last 6 miles of this race took everything, and then some. And watching the Kona slots award ceremony got me dreaming of another round...

This race took every vein, every breath, every member of my peloton to finish. And it gave the gift of unearthing reserves of strength we don't tap often enough.

Ironman is an eating competition, a balancing act between fuel and full. A nonstop confession that we are dependent creatures, as much as a screaming declaration of independent strength. And a mind game. The hardest part isn't the last 6 (or 26 or 140.6) miles. It's doing it all without music, my heartbeat. Nothing to mine but muscle, spirit, silence. Favorite sign along the course: 'Learn to suffer but never surrender.' Make peace with fire. Let it devour all that does not serve.

SPENT. Ecstatically. Dreaming of what's next.

Ironman Mallorca was a journey big enough for my life this year. What's yours?