“But Dadda…why do you have to do your Ironman races?” This was asked of me by my youngest son, Jeffrey (5 at the time), just 3 days prior to my first ever triathlon. I found myself in the uncommon position of not having words to explain why I “had to” do this race. After a moment’sContinue reading “It’s as if God said, “NOW let’s see you get to Kona, tough guy!””