Not finishing a race sucks. It is the worst feeling in the world; that DNF sitting next to your name is the triathlon equivalent of the scarlet letter. No matter the reason, you never feel good about it. But you know what sucks a lot worse? Being hurt. Today I consider myself extremely lucky to be able to walk around on two legs, relatively pain free.
Yesterday (June 22nd) was the Philadelphia Olympic Triathlon. I raced it last year, and it ...Continue Reading →