When I was in eighth grade I asked the rabbi of my father’s shul, the Hebrew Institute of White Plains, “What type of fish is

8:55 a.m. (+1 hour, 45 minutes) I came around a roundabout, turned right and started up a very steep climb. (I don’t remember this being

8:43 a.m. (+1 hour, 33 minutes) My original plan had me out of the water and on my bike in 90 minutes. I was three

8:38 a.m. (+1 hour, 28 minutes) I wheeled my bike down the black “Ironman” carpet towards the end of the bike transition section. (You didn’t

  8:35 a.m. (+1 hour, 25 minutes) 50 meters to go. I could hear the cheering crowds and the announcer every other second as I

7:50 a.m. (+ 40 minutes) My sight was at the surface of the water and there was nothing in front of me but the aqua

Sunday, September 10, 7:10 a.m. RACE START! I started the swim 20 seconds behind the guys in my age group. (You’re old. What group was

Sunday, September 10, 7:10 a.m. RACE START! With goggles and swim cap in one hand… (…& hopefully your nutrition in the other hand). I had

Sunday, September 10, 6:40 a.m. (30 minutes to go) I attached the pump to the tire valve & started pumping. My foot was on the

Sunday, September 10, 6:15 a.m. (55 minutes to go) I did what I always do, “Audentes Fortuna Iuvat,” “Fortune favors the bold.” (You took the

Sunday, September 10-5:10 a.m. (2 hours to go) “They knew they were making history, and it was the greatest adventure of their lives.“ That statement

Saturday, September 9- 4 p.m. (15 hours to go) (So, you never did talk about what was bothering you?) I didn’t need to. Just talking