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

Thursday We arrived at our home for the next five days and I wanted to pause for a minute. We had been in the car

We drove straight up the Major Deegan … for four hours. The thruway begins in the Bronx and runs north to the Canadian border. (Wait,

It was time to drive up to Lake Placid New York. (This was like your, what, 400th time doing the race at this location?) Fifth,