I don't know yet whether this was a finale or a new beginning. Or something simpler perhaps—a homecoming of sorts.
Please support me as I bike and run 140.6 miles during the month of September. And then some.
http://thehippietriathlete.com/2020/09/04/140-6-miles-in-september/
On trying to maintain momentum in this strange new world.
That time I traveled a long, long way to almost DNF my first Ironman.
http://thehippietriathlete.com/2017/12/31/dont-cry-for-me-argentina/
Kona, it's nice to finally meet you.
http://thehippietriathlete.com/2017/10/23/the-big-island-beyond/
Key elements to any meaningful pursuit, and in this case, my sixth Ironman.
Here's to another all-day exercise party outside.
http://thehippietriathlete.com/2016/07/13/the-winding-road-to-whistler/
Finally, all these years later, my childhood dream has come true—in a way.
Getting the 11-hour monkey off my back — in Europe's home of little mermaids and tall tales.
http://thehippietriathlete.com/2015/08/26/my-storybook-ironman/
I haven't even done what I came here to do yet, but this Danish city has already stolen my heart.
http://thehippietriathlete.com/2015/08/23/how-do-i-love-thee-copenhagen/