Friday, September 8-2:00 p.m. (31 hours to go) I wheeled my bike through the merchandise tent, past the vendors who were selling everything an athlete

Friday, September 8-10:00 a.m. (35 hours to go) After taking a picture… (A “telfie.”) A telfie in front of the Ironman finish line I went

Thursday, September 7, 4 p.m. (58 hours to go) I went for a swim, in my wet suit. This late in the day the air

Thursday, September 7 2 p.m. (53 hours to go) I bought a helmet with the American flag painted on it and biked back to my

Thursday, September 7, 1 p.m. (54 hours to go) I wheeled the bike travel case into the hotel hallway to start the assembly. (Small hotel

Thursday, September 8 (57 hours to go) After we dropped the “kid’s college fund” on shopping, we returned to our hotel. I had to write

Thursday, September 8 (60 hours to go) We walked to Bozen, a kosher fish restaurant one mile from the beaches of Nice, France. (Sushi?) I’m

  Wednesday, September 7 (three days to go) (Every one of your articles ends with a problem. What was the “next problem”?) We breezed through

Wednesday, September 6 (four days to go) (How did you keep track of all that you were doing?) Checklists. Lots of checklists. (Where did that

Tuesday, September 5 (Five days to go.) Then I got the anti-doping letter. (You don’t dope, do you?) Nope, so I wasn’t worried until… (Here

Friday, September 1 (nine days to go) With a week to go before the Ironman my training became 30 minutes of light cardio. (Your version