Ironman 70.3 World Championships, Las Vegas, NV
September 8, 2013
Weeks ago, my friends, Meredith Kessler, Monica Moreno, all of Team Every Man Jack, my mom and my wife told me that I should consider skipping the 70.3 World Championship race in Vegas if I wanted to race well at Ironman Lake Tahoe two weeks later.
This was sensible advice -- which I planned to ignore. After a great summer of training at elevation, I was pretty much immortal and all-knowing -- like when I was 15 years old.
But as race day approached on Sept. 8, 2013, I had come to accept that my friends had a point. The Ironman Lake Tahoe course would be taking no prisoners and it would eviscerate anyone who dared race it in a fatigued state. And so, I reached a compromise with myself and decided to simply "participate -- not race" in the World Championships, saving my fitness for Ironman Lake Tahoe.
There was only one problem with this plan: I'm not a natural participator.
Some, including my brother and my wife have called me an egotistical, over-competitive jerk. But that's only because they can't forgive me for crushing them in a game of Risk during the Christmas of 1998 and then trash talking all night. Losers.