I remember standing on that beach at 6:58 a.m., wondering what in the world I shared in common with the people surrounding me. Meanwhile, my bladder was giving new meaning to the term “wetsuit.” It would be a 12 hour and 45 minute affair. In retrospect, it felt like 12 minutes.

Thankfully I took the time to grind out seven pages detailed notes before I could forget the gory particulars of race day. While I’m smoothing them over, I encourage everyone to enjoy these images, along with some additional resources linked below.

See y’all in Kona.

Link to Ironman Couer d’Alene Notes on Racing on Injections