The date was June 13 2004. I’ll never forget this day, as it was my first half Iron distance race. The race was called the Colorado Triathlon. It is now thankfully defunct.
I was about 30 pounds overweight, or as I like to think of myself, right in the prime of the Clydesdale group. I was big-boned in an endurance athlete sort of way. I was packing plenty of self-nutrition. I had my own built in floatation device…my stomach.
I should have known I was heading for trouble earlier in the year. It was just a few weeks before the big race, and I was doing a practice swim in the soon-to-be race lake, when a suspicious object floated by my face.