How To Win Kona Before The End Of The World

Story Of The Day…

Brilliant course, tough day out there. On the last turn, with a little over a mile to the transition, my back tire BLEW. My wheel slid out and I couldn’t ride or roll it. So I put it on my shoulder and carried it for 1/4 mile before getting the wheel back in place and running it the next 3/4. That’s me eating my post 56 mile sweat and piss shoe insole and carrying my shoes. When it was happening, I kept telling myself to keep it together as I got passed and passed. Then, I told myself that if I could still sneak onto the podium after giving up that time, it would easily go down as one of the proudest races I’ve ever competed in. Sadly, I came in 7th barring some Panamanian computing error. Still, very proud of how things ended up. I had to fight a lot out there today. A lot. I honestly thought I could come down here and take an age group and contend for amateur champ. Maybe on a different day, I could have. Maybe I need to work harder. That’s sort of how it goes in this game. I’ll have more later. Right now, I’ve got to go make peace with my poor, bruised and lonely steed.