The good news with an Ironman marathon, when the race is going well, is knowing you can walk the damn thing and still finish before midnight.
That's what I thought as I walked toward the T2 changing tent from the bike dismount after my 112-mile ride. I couldn't pick my legs up enough to run, still trying to process the day's events to that point. The idea of running 26.2 miles in that moment seemed not just ridiculous, but cruel. It was 82 degrees with no cloud cover, which meant with the asphalt heat rising it would feel closer to 87.Read More