8:06 a.m. (1 hour and 27 minutes since race start) I trotted down the block, my feat going “squish” with every step on the carpeted

6:43 a.m. Race Start Together with Shimon, Ruth and I we entered the water together. It was the only way to be sure who would

Saturday—11:30 p.m. (6 hours to race start) The truth is these few hours before bed were the calm before the storm of uncertainty. I had

Saturday—6:30 p.m. (12 hours to race start.) I took my son Stevie, my 10 year old, for a walk to the Olympic Oval. Crews were

Saturday—10:15 a.m. (Fewer than 20 hours to race start.) Ruth’s shirt read, “Goy Shabbos.” (Isn’t it supposed to say “Shabbos Goy”?) Ruth pointed out the

Friday, 10:00 p.m. (32 hours to race start.) Shabbos of an Ironman triathlon means turning hotel suite furniture into a Shabbos table for 6-12 people.

Friday – 6:00 p.m. (36 hours to race start) Before our guests arrived… (Guests?) Guests. We invited our friends to join us for Shabbos dinner

Friday – 5:00 p.m. (37 hours to race start) With the run completed, I had to drown Ruth. (Ruth, your anxiety plagued athlete?) Yup, this

Friday – 1:00 p.m. (41 hours to race start) After lunch, there were three more items on my checklist before shabbos: A run. A sign.

Friday, 10:00 a.m. (45 hours to race start.) Then it was time to visit the Ironman Village. (There’s a village full of Ironman triathletes?) The

Friday – 8:00 a.m. (47 hours to race start) The sun was shining and the air was a cool 72 degrees. The advantages to being