Ironman Arizona Bike: race report
As I rolled out of town, I didn't do anything but settle. I’ve made the mistake, more than once, of trying to shovel down a truckload of calories as soon as I get in the saddle and it never ends well. This time I deliberately waited until I was thirty minutes in to start rotating through all the snacks I had packed. The day was, as each of the four times I’ve stood on the line before, all about the run. Not the bike, and this mentality is a double-edged sword for me. On one hand, there is the saying that falls out of the mouths of coaches and armchair triathlon quarterbacks all over the world: there is no such thing as a good bike and a bad run . Meaning, of course, that all bad runs are a product of riding too hard (or massive nutrition failure). Throughout my entire racing life as an athlete, I’ve had the start slow finish fast mentality absolutely bludgeoned into me, to the point where I am not sure if I will ever be able to get tha...