Hello friends, family, frenemies and internet strangers! This is another long post. Pour yourself a potent potable. If you cannot deal with the play-by-play with every step and gaseous intestinal discharge, please speed up to Game Day.

Last year I competed in Lake Placid, but DNF’d (Did Not Finish) due to missing the bike cutoff for the second loop. You could imagine my excitement and my anticipation (patiently plotting my revenge on the Lake Placid course) to this year’s race. I made sure I practiced more hill climbs (Central Park loops, 9W & Bear Mountain) and added leg work in the gym to help on climbs.

I will finish this time… Well, at least make the bike cutoff.

“How’s training going?” “Meh,” I shrugged. I had no idea. I was wandering in a forest without a compass.

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“I’m training for an IronMan.”

No, I’m not trying to supplant Robert Downey, Jr in the next Avengers film. I am going to attempt to earn the rank of IronMan by completing the infamous endurance triathlon: 2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike, 26.2 mile run.