the difference
Other than describing my incredible meltdown on the side of a mountain in the Alps, I haven't really mentioned my trip to France. I posted cheese, wine, and gelato selfies all over the Instagram, I spent two days endurance eating in Italy and I lost my shit on a good friend. But I also decided, somewhere in there and not just because people kept dragging me out of bed after midnight to eat chocolate and drink wine, that I needed change. Ironman Boulder came and went, a bookend on how I've done things the past few years. It had to be, it was long overdue, I saw that in the bricks the universe zinged at me all spring. Aim, fire, bullseye . I had no idea what was going to happen once August 3rd had passed, but I did know that at some point in the days that followed, I would wake up and I would know. Whether or not I still wanted to chase big ironman goals - and I was convinced that I would not - if I wanted to only participate in the distance, ...