Monthly Archives: May 2007

Treadmill Requirements

Someone just asked me about treadmills. After running on several in clubs and owning two, I have these requirements:
1. I often run for over an hour. The timer must be able to deal with that and not reset to zero after it hits an hour. Otherwise I lose count.
2. I want a keypad that can quick jump me to a given incline or speed. Hitting the up and down arrows a million times sucks.
3. It must have a water bottle holder. Gotta drink. Even better if there are two holders.
4. It must go faster than 10 MPH. 10 MPH is a 6:00 mi/min. Someday I hope to run that fast and need to practice running faster than that to achieve that speed.
5. It must go higher than 10% grade. If it can do negative grades, that’s fine.
6. It should have a full size running surface and not a compact one. Some of those made for apartments are smaller than normal. If the running surface is too small, I sometimes hit the back edge while striding.
7. HR monitor optional. I don’t need it although sometimes it is interesting to take a quick read of your HR.
8. Programs optional. I mostly run with my coach’s workouts, so I don’t use those pre-programmed workouts.
9. I don’t need it to fold up.

IM Brazil: The Adventure Hasn’t Ended Yet

I have found that international Ironmans often don’t end after the race. Sometimes, it is an Ironman quality effort to get home afterwards, and Brazil was no exception. I think the whole country’s national pasttime is waiting in lines. Unfortunately, it means that all your 21st century sensibilities on how much time you need to do something are thrown off completely.
I get up on Tuesday morning and see Keish and Scott off. They are on an earlier flight out of Floripa to Sao Paolo and will catch different flights back to their homes.
I take a nap and bum around the hotel all afternoon until my shuttle at 6pm to Floripa airport. My flight is at 810p; I tried to get on the earlier flight out but could not. Apparently another flight was cancelled and everyone was piled onto the afternoon flight and my flight. Thus began my troubles in getting back to SF.
We boarded the 6pm bus to Floripa airport. Somehow planning doesn’t work too well in Brazil at all. It starts with the fact that a whole bunch of Ironman athletes are traveling with our bikes and have extra big bike boxes. They find another van and load it to the brim with bike boxes and suitcases. Then, we’re off and hit traffic. When we slowed to a crawl, I knew we were in trouble. Back at the EST desk, they insist that there is enough time to get on the plane if we leave at 6pm. I should have known better.

Bike boxes in the aisle on our bus

Packed in like sardines

First we hit traffic which just made us late to the airport. We had about an hour to get our luggage and ourselves checked in and knowing TAM counter lines, this would be impossible. As we pull up to the lines, we see they are long and see how slow they are moving. They have an assigned line for our flight but only one person working the counter, and that person is moving in slow motion and the line isn’t moving at all. As the time nears for the plane to depart, they assign 2 more people to help us get moving. But hey guys, it’s a bit late to be trying to move the line a little faster. So what do they do? They basically hold the plane up until the line for the flight has emptied out at the counter. What a system. They also knew we weren’t going to make our Sao Paolo connection to Miami that night, so they booked us on another flight the next morning and we’re sunk, knowing we’ll have to spend the night in Sao Paolo. The damn line caused us to leave an hour later than normal and we get into Sao Paolo just as the plane for Miami was leaving.

Waiting, waiting, waiting

Just long lines and a big mess at TAM

A TAM person who barely spoke english held us all there and directed us to go upstairs to the check-in counter and get our hotel vouchers. Another guy had actually gotten to the airport early just so he could get through the check-in line and get on the plane faster still could not make that connection to Miami.
It’s close to 11pm now and there are about 10 of us all trying to get to Miami, and we all walk upstairs to get our vouchers. While we’re up there, we complain and they help us book new flights in the US as we’ve missed all those connections as well. This takes forever. It seems that the computer systems barely work at all. We sit there at the counter and wait.
I call Abby at EST and try to get her help. Good thing my mobile works there so she suggests emailing their travel service in Rio to help out. I tell her we’ll try if/when we get an internet connection.
But waiting wasn’t so bad in some respects. We are there with Hillary Biscay and Nina Kraft and I introduced myself to both of them and chatted with them while we sat there waiting for them to finish up. This is the cool thing about Ironman; so many of the pros are such great people and they are very easy going and will talk to you. We chat about where we live, how the race went, etc. I also find out more about how they train and race, and their training and recovery strategies. I find the more experienced, fast Ironman athletes I talk to, the more I learn about the different ways people approach racing Ironman and how to get fast.
Somehow, they manage to find our luggage. They sent someone down and pulled our bike boxes and suitcases and brought them up to us so that we had to take them with us to the hotel they provided with vouchers. A few people who were ending up in Miami got their details straightened out and left for the hotel. Soon it was me, Glen from Alabama, and Hillary Biscay just sitting there waiting for them to deal with our US connections and get us on new flights home. Crud, we’ve lost a day and both Glen and Hillary need to stay an EXTRA night in Miami before they get home. What a pain.
It’s about 1am by the time we get out of there and we go down to find some taxis to go to the Monaco Hotel. We get into two taxis and they proceed to drive us down some really seedy looking streets of Sao Paolo. We are twisting and turning and pretty soon I have no idea where we are, except that outside it looks kind of slummy. I ride with Hillary and we look at each other and wonder if this taxi guy is going drive us somewhere and rob us. But, I see signs to the Hotel Monaco and am relieved that it seems like we’re on the right path, even if the neighborhood looks like a ghetto.
The hotel itself isn’t bad. We check-in and get settled in. We sign up for a shuttle and the guy tells us that we could leave at 9am to make our 1030a flight no problem. I look at Glen and Hillary and say no f**ken way I believe this guy. I am discovering that Brazilians have the worst time sense ever. We book a shuttle for 7am instead and we pray it’s enough time.
Glen and I go to the cafeteria and eat as all this standing around makes us hungry. So far, it seems as though we’ve just been hiking around and standing in line for hours upon hours. I think that next time I come race Ironman Brazil, I will introduce the quadruple brick workout: swim, bike, run, stand. All of us who raced have somewhat stiff legs and standing around isn’t allowing them to recover very much at all.
At least the food is good. We eat a bit and then we hit the sack. By now it’s 2am and I set a wakeup call at 530a. How nice. 3 hours of sleep and ready to roll!
The morning comes all too soon. I get up and shower and go down to eat. After eating, I go up and repack my luggage and come down and check out. The shuttle for us comes at 7am and this mini-bus can barely even take our luggage. They find another smaller van which load up to the brim with bike boxes and suitcases. But that is not even enough. We slide 3 more bike boxes down the aisle in the mini-bus between us just to get everything on board and on its way.
We all get back to Sao Paolo airport by about 730a and jump in line once again. What a pain. We all look at our watches and wonder if 3 hours is enough time to get checked-in and on board for a 1030a departure. Thankfully it is enough time as we get our stuff checked-in and manage to get through what passes for their security, with even time to spare for a bit of shopping.
By this time, I am supposed to arrive SFO at 11am on Wednesday. Instead, I am arriving 12 hours later around midnite. For a while, I was worried that I might have to stay with Glen and Hillary in Miami for a night to catch the first flight to SFO in the morning. In fact, it almost was like that. I get to Miami airport after a super long 8 hour flight of being wedged into coach class. I quickly drink some wine and try to sleep as I have barely slept at all.

View out the window across the wing

A laughable tagline!

But we arrive and I kiss the ground and am ecstatic to be back in civilization in the US! We all make it down to baggage claim. I manage to grab my stuff first and say goodbye to my new found Ironman friends and move through customs. I rush upstairs and try to get checked-in ASAP. It is about 630p when I get to Miami and I have to leave at 815p! By 730p I finally make it to the counter and time is running out. I somehow jump into a shorter line which leads me through the explosive detecting puffer gizmo thing. At this point, I am running to the gate and find out that I’m on the oversold list. But then, a flight from Bogota that had a whole bunch of people who wanted to connect to SFO arrived too late, and I manage to grab a seat at that time. Whew!
Getting on the plane to SFO was the biggest relief. I have not been in this type of situation in decades where connecting flights and airlines were so poorly managed. Maybe I’m spoiled by flying direct flights mostly where I go, but man it’s such a huge process to get to Floripa for this race, and yet another one getting back. It’s doubly worse when we don’t speak Portuguese either. It’s something to remember if I come back to do this race again someday, that my connections need more time between them and plus I have learned to not trust any Brazilian’s recommendation on shuttle times. Totally screwy time sense!
I finally hit the tarmac at SFO at 1105p and could kiss the ground under my feet. I am ecstatic, finally knowing that I am home although I have lost a day. Tomorrow morning I have a 830a coffee meeting. Oh well. I live on little sleep anyways so what’s the big deal…?

IM Brazil: Next Steps

Post-race I am thinking of these things to work on:
1. I’m still having trouble running off the bike for Ironman. I need to examine brick workouts and training for a fast Ironman shuffle in cases where my legs are not able to run with my normal stride and technique.
2. I need to continue building run strength, doing hill repeats galore.
3. Biking strength was decent for this race, but I want to continue building with Kings Mtn hill repeats, mixed in with Old La Honda repeats and sometimes doing fast, short, sprints up Mt. Eden.
4. Swimming I’m not so worried about and I will continue working on the continuous propulsion technique and extending my stamina. I think if it wasn’t for the strong current and the partial running on the beach, I would have come in about the same time as my other IM swims.
5. For IM WA coming up later this year, I may try to find some time to get more used to long rides in aero position, as supposedly it’s a very flat race. Well, they ALWAYS SAY it’s flat, but you never know until you get there.
6. Recover, recover, recover. Then rally for Ironman Half Vineman coming up late July.

IM Brazil: Departure, Schwag-o-rama, Recovery

Yet another sunny but chilly day in Florianopolis, in contrast to race day which was relatively cloudy and a bit drizzly at times.

I don’t think I felt warm at any time here in Floripa at all despite the deceptiveness of the clear blue skies and sun. This morning I woke at 630a to go to the bathroom and as I turned on the doorway light, it explodes over my head, showering me with glass! I carefully backup as I’m in barefeet and put on my flip flops and my fleece and head downstairs to get someone to fix my light, because as the light blows, the electricity in my room also disappears. I fear that I may have blown the power in my whole section of the floor!
I go down there and get someone to come up and as he fixes the light and attempts to reset the fuse, the power is still off. Some genius wired the room in series and not in parallel which means that if one thing breaks the power chain in the room, then all power in the room is gone. He replaces the light and then goes to get a cleaning lady to come in and sweep the floor. She arrives shortly after and gets most of the glass. I hope I don’t accidentally “find” the other pieces…
Ironman races can become big shopping sprees. I try not to buy too much, but sometimes I do.

I got 2 t-shirts for free, a participant shirt and a finisher’s shirt. Bought some hats to give to people and a nice windbreaker as well as other things.
I am glad to wake up this morning with soreness in my legs quickly disappearing. The wiped out feeling in my chest and lungs is also disappearing fast and I think that my recovery after this Ironman could be as little as 2-3 weeks. I am happy to see that my tolerance for Ironman racing is growing year after year, as my recovery at IM NZ was 6 weeks and at IM Austria last year was 4 weeks. Somehow the “torture” year after year is becoming less tortuous as I race Ironman more often which hopefully means that someday I can race and just feel like it was another normal day the morning after.
Going Home
Tonite I head back to the airport for my long journey home. I got upgraded on my AA leg from MIA to SFO so very happy about that. Time to get my stuff together and then I’ll hang out in the hotel somewhere until dinner time at which time the shuttle takes me away.
Onwards to Ironman Western Australia on December 3 later this year!

IM Brazil: The Day After

Waking up the morning after Ironman is always a sore affair. You think you’re ok until you swing your legs off the bed and take a step. Ugh! But what can you do. At least this time, it’s a bit less sore than last time. That’s the good thing about doing multiple Ironmans; every time you race, you get a little more adapted to the stresses of Ironman until it doesn’t really feel like much at all anymore. That’s the goal.
I hit breakfast and then head over to the special awards lunch.

Great food again, some more chicken and pasta, and then watch the pros get their awards. Also, I pick up my race pictures and certificate.
Definitely I am less sore than last year at Austria. I did not wipe out as bad as last year’s race, so I would expect to be a bit less sore this morning after. I took some 8 hour Tylenol and Emergen-C to ward off getting sick. In my chest, I do not feel as bad as last year. Most of the race I was very aerobic and did not reach threshold at all. I believe this is why I am not feeling it in my chest like I did the last 2 Ironmans. I hope it means I will recover faster this year.

IM Brazil: Race Report!

Race morning! I gather up the stuff I need for the day and head down to grab the shuttle over to transition. I take a chance and throw my cellphone and digital camera in my bag because I like to take pictures before and after the race. Also, Scott asks me to call his wife after the race as she is worried about him collapsing, as he did in a previous ironman race. I say sure although I hope he does not collapse – it’s never fun to watch anyone go into that spaghetti body, zonked out, overextended state.
I get to transition early and I find out everything is very sequenced. You get in to the body marking line where they put numbers on you and check your bike. They put the bike number on your bike for you, which is very different from other races where you put it on yourself. After that, I take my bike in to get it racked. Then I am ready to deal with my nutrition but I think that I should go to my race bags and put my run fluids in there first. So I go over there and do that, but then I find out I can’t go back to my bike because it is sequenced; you can’t go back to redo something once you get into the next area! They make me get out of the transition area and walk all the way around to where body marking was and I go in again! Now I prepare my bike fluids, and I get a EST guy to pump my tires and I’m all set. I see Scott and Keish walk in so I hang out with them as they get their bikes ready. As I’m doing that, the lights go out. Seems like Floripa’s power grid isn’t strong enough to support an Ironman race!
Given that start time is drawing near, we rush into the changing tent to put on our wetsuits…in pitch dark. The power hasn’t come back on yet! But we manage, put our pre-swim bags back on the racks, then rush out to the beach to a cloudy morning. At least it’s not cold, maybe 60s but the clouds are an ominous sign from several days of incredible weather.
The swim course is pretty well marked and there are two sections with a bit of running on the beach in between. The buoys are thankfully very tall, and on the beach there are these two powerbar hot air balloons which mark where we get out between swim legs, and where we get out of the swim at swim finish.
I line up with Keish and the gun goes off and we race into the water. Little did we know that there was a strong current sweeping us to the left, which didn’t register to me until my friends told me about it later. It was why the pros were all standing on the beach WAY to the right. Plus, we missed Ken Glah’s pre-swim briefing (he went out for a swim at 6am to test the current). So constantly I am swimming a few strokes and look up only find I’m constantly course correcting…because the current is constantly sweeping me to the left! I hit the run on the beach between swim legs and it’s slow because there is a row of people just kind of meandering out of the water. I think it must have cost me 2-3 minutes on the swim. I go back out and on the way back I am almost swept into this yacht parked on the side of the course. I was very annoyed that this yacht was sitting there and afraid I would be hit by it. Later I find out there are some rocks that the yacht was helping to block us from hitting. Hmmm. OK better now.
I hit the swim finish at about 1:20 and run up the ramp, pulling the wetsuit down to my waist. I find a volunteer, drop on my butt on the ground, and she whips my wetsuit off via my legs in one skilled motion. I grab it and run into transition. Inside, I grab my T1 bag and go into the changing area. I towel off and find Scott already in the changing area! Man he swam fast! I towel off and change into my bike stuff, take a leak, and then jog to get my bike, and then I’m off.
I felt pretty good going out there. The first loop went really well, coming in at about 2:58 or so. Lots of flat riding on this course and ability to go very fast in aero position. But off and on I feel discomfort at being in aero position for so long periods of time. Sometimes it bugs me, and other times I feel no discomfort at all. The bike course is mostly flat, maybe 80-90% riding in aero position. There are some hills but they are very gradual and not bad at all. I roll back into Jurere and near the start of the second loop is the special needs station. I get there, but they are not ready with my bag. I sit there about 2 minutes waiting for them to get my 2 water bottles in there. It was at this time I realize the value of resting in the middle of an Ironman. One year, Natascha Badmann was at IM Kona and she got a penalty which caused her to sit in the penalty box for 5 minutes. When you’re in there, you can recover and drink a bit. She emerged from the penalty box more rested and went on to win that year, chasing down the leaders despite having a 5 minute penalty! After I take off from the special needs station, I realize that I feel pretty good and my legs got 2 minutes of recovery. Cool!
The second loop started out well. I was able to maintain my pace for about 2/3 of the second loop, but in the last third was starting to get tired. While I was out there for the second loop, it started drizzling. Oh man, I thought. That would really suck if it rained the rest of the day. I pedaled faster to at least get in before it starts raining. Luckily, it only drizzled and stopped once I made my way back to Jurere. I came in around 6:13 or so (time on the site is ride time plus T1 and T2 at 6:26).
My nutrition on the bike consisted of GU gels, Saltstick salt capsules, Sportlegs capsules and my own fluids. Given that it was a very cool day, I only needed my own bottles and took the occasional sip from water or gatorade out on the course. Usually on hot days, I am drinking a lot more and take on a lot of bottles out there. But not today. The Sportlegs capsules worked great; I did not feel any burn in my legs at all!
Lots of drafting on the course and people just zoned out while riding. I was riding behind a pack who refused to break up. I think they all knew each other and were drafting the whole way. I dropped back to avoid a penalty and sure enough a ref came by, but I was amazed that he didn’t give a penalty. He just motioned them to spread out and moved on. Man! I heard later that some people did get penalties; I guess you had to have been unlucky enough to get the wrong ref. It almost made me want to risk drafting. The other annoying thing were people that were zoned out and riding left. You’re supposed to let people pass on the left or risk a blocking penalty. Some of them would ride a bit faster, then slow down. You let them pass and then they slow down in front of you! Geez.
I also felt for the slower bikers. On my second loop, the aid stations were starting to run out of stuff. Not good. At the last aid station before coming into transition, I grabbed the cool Powerbar water bottle which had IM Brazil printed on it and tossed one of my own. Gotta get souvenirs!
All in all, very happy with my bike at 6:13.
I get to T2 and hand off my bike, jog over to the changing tent where I grab my T2 bag and go to change. I go out there but feel very slow. I am patient as I know it usually takes about 10 minutes to get my running legs back. But today it took almost 30 minutes. Also when I hit the series of 3 aggressive hills on the first run loop, my left hamstring/upper calf starts to really hurt. It was bothering me a little on the bike, as I have been training a change in my pedal stroke to drop the heel and engage my hams and glutes more on the downstroke. It helps to not wipe out my quads, which have cramped up on the run due to them being wiped out from the bike. But today, for some reason they became sore. It didn’t bother me on the run until I got to the hills.
There are 3 hills in succession. All 3 are pretty aggressive, but the middle one is only 30 meters long but it must be at least 45 degrees from the horizontal. No way to run up that at all. And in my condition, I could not even run up the other 3.
I go out very conservative on the first loop to save some energy for the second half, so I walk up all 3 hills which still aggravates my left hamstring/upper half. When I finally get off the hills and back into town, Scott passes me and tells me later that I really didn’t have a happy look on my face. Definitely not!
That is, until I saw Hillary Biscay (pro-triathlete) pass me on her last loop on the other side. She was doing the famous Ironman shuffle and moving pretty fast. At Ironman Austria last year, I saw another woman do that there and it saved my run in that race. I should have thought of it for this year! So I give it go. Quickly my left hamstring/upper calf pain subsides and I’m moving pretty fast now. I definitely plan on training it now and want to train myself to turnover my legs faster.
Keish tells me later about the Ironman shuffle and how he trains it especially after a long training bike ride. Sometimes, you just can’t run with a normal stride during Ironman espcially after a hard bike leg. Your muscles are so tired and you can’t extend your stride very easily at all. You have to train it when you’re dead tired so you can get used to high turnover when you’re in a depleted state. Hmmm…something I may try when I get back home.
By now I’m entering the second half of the race, which consists of pretty flat sections of two loops of 10.5 km a piece. I feel pretty good and keep it moving.
My nutrition on the run was supposed to be only PowerGel Double Latte gels. But before the race, I decided that this was a risky thing as the high caffeine concentration might give me stomach upset. And I was right. So after the bike, I grabbed two unused Gu gels and used those two first on the run. I was drinking Coke freely, and swishing my mouth out with water to get the stickiness of Coke out of my mouth. I would walk through each aid station for recovery, but also not slosh fluid all over myself in attempt to drink while running. Then I start using the PowerGels. I discovered that these Double Latte gels being washed down with Coke (also caffeinated) was not a good thing! My stomach instantly felt worse, so on the next station I threw down some water and I felt better. From then on, I reduced the frequency of Double Latte to about once an hour instead of every 45 minutes, wash it down with water and not Coke, and only use Coke when I wasn’t downing it with PowerGel. That worked much better. Still I was taking Sportlegs every 3 hours, and a salt capsule about every 20-30 minutes. But man, that Double Latte stuff really works. The caffeine just keeps you going and keeps you alert the whole way!
I am ecstatic when I see the 36 km marker and just count down the kms. I try to pick it up when I hit 40 km but just can’t quite do it. I hit the finisher chute and make it in just under 12:40 at 12:39 and I’m very happy about that!
As soon as I get in, my body starts immediately cooling down. I grab a finisher’s shirt, my medal, and go looking for food. But man it’s cold at night. I start to shiver and go looking for a silver space blanket. I finally find one which is great because it works very well in retaining heat and I don’t want to risk hypothermia. I am supposed to wait for Scott to come in as I’m supposed to call his wife to tell her he is OK but I realize that I am still shivering and better go change. So I wait about 20 minutes there and then leave to the changing tent to get my stuff.
The exit process is also sequenced. You can’t go in and out of transition either! I was intending on changing and then going back to see Scott come in. No dice. I get my bags, change in to dry clothes which was much warmer, go to get my bike and then I’m out. At this point, I have my bike and can’t go back to watch the finishers. Instead I walk over to the hospital house set up by EST.
Ken really thought this through. He rented a house right on the run course so friends and family have someplace to hang out, food and drinks, a bathroom, etc. Afterwards, racers can go over there for a quick shower and a place to put their stuff. I head there and take a freakin’ freezing shower as the hot water is gone. When I get downstairs, Keish and Scott are there! Had I waited about another 25 minutes in the finisher’s area, I would have seen them come in. Apparently they linked up while out there and came in together. We grab some food and catch up, and I’m secretly glad I don’t have to walk back out there as my legs are super stiff from the race!
What an amazing guy Keish. He goes into the race with a bum rib suffered from a bike accident only a few weeks ago. He contemplates quitting about 4 times but continues each time, despite feeling cramps through his legs through the swim and bike. He rides non-aero on the bike the whole way, because it aggravates his ribs. What a stud. He makes it to the end and racks up another finisher’s medal. A natural Ironman!
Scott did extremely well. His goal was to race an Ironman whenever he jumped to the next age group. And being a busy guy plus family man, he didn’t train all that much. Still his time was fantastic for a guy whose last Iron distance race was 5 years ago.
We watch other EST finishers straggle in to the hospitality house. Everyone looks pretty elated. A few people look awful as they come in. Such is Ironman. Sometimes racers push their bodies to the limit and it wrecks them. But they are Ironman. Nuff said.
After getting some food, we head back to our hotel. On the way to the shuttle, the lights flicker out on the street and go out again. The power grid must really be taxed tonite! We get back to the hotel and I am too amped to go to sleep. Besides, my race clothes smell like crap! I wash all my race clothes, rinse my wetsuit, take some Tylenol and more Sportlegs tablets to reduce lactic by-product buildup. I hop into my bathtub and dump ice in there for an ice bath to help my legs recover. I write notes for this race report. Scott calls his wife to assure her he didn’t collapse after the race. I email some more, drink some Endurox recovery drink and hit the sack. It’s just another day at Ironman…

IM Brazil: Last Word After Dinner

Just got back from yet another dinner full of pasta and lots more salt loading. The food has been really good and somehow they figured out how to make bulk chicken without drying it out and making it taste like cardboard. I focused on putting down more carbs, probably the most carbo-loading I have ever done for any event…ever. I am bursting now with energy that I better use or else I’ll blow up.
Before hitting the sack to wake up at 3am, I reflect back on what Ironman means to me. Since my first Ironman back in 2005, Ironman has come to symbolize more than just a physical endeavor. It is a true test of will and spirit; anyone can do the mileage and get physically to a point where they can finish. Overcoming the mental convolutions and hardships during the race is the real challenge.
So training and finishing Ironman is really about spirit training and training of the heart, because without it you’ll be hard pressed to cross the finish line. Chances are you’ll quit.
Which is why Ironman translate so easily to real life. How many times have we thought of quitting when we should not have? When the chips are down and we are on our last legs, can we summon that last iota of energy to make to the end? Ironman is very much about the same spirit in a physical contest as in real life. We train to strengthen our hearts and minds and to shore them up against adversity.
It’s why I come back to race Ironman every year.
Once you finish Ironman, all those other bothersome things in your life seem so miniscule because you realize that getting through those situations now are nowhere near in comparison to forcing your body to cross the finish line at Ironman.
Nuff Said. Good night and signing off probably until after the race….Watch us race at Ironman Brazil’s Web Site or on Ironman Live.