Tales Of An Ironman Athlete Training And Racing In Paradise.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
This morning I dragged myself out of bed at o'dark-thirty to go swimming again. We dove in the ocean just as the sun was coming up and I found myself breathing.every.single.stroke because this is what my view looked like. It turned out to be one of the most glorious swims we've had all year. I really have nothing to complain about.