A long ride, sloppy swim and infected blister support the strong claim that I am an idiot.
Ladies and gentlemen of the Tri for Les community:
I am an idiot.
Many of you already know this and the following story will surely re-enforce that label.
For those who are not aware of my boneheaded state, prepare to be convinced by a spectacle of wrong turns and general ignorance, spanning the past month.
Let us begin.
Up until this point you’ve seen mostly cheery, positive and overly excited blog posts about awesome training efforts, and how much fun it is to push the limits.
Clearly, I was excited after a promising performance at the Boulder IM 70.3 race: “We’re galloping with a full head of steam toward Ironman Arizona.”
Well, shortly after that mile-high experience, it all came crashing down in a slow-motion train wreck that left me with a wounded, bandaged foot (yeah, the left one) in a surgical walking boot, sinking deeper and deeper into an idiot spiral.
Read on to see how the wheels fell off.