When I raced at the Ironman World Championship in Kona in 2002, I suffered like a dog. I left with no immediate desire to come back.
Just a few weeks prior to the race, I had broken the 9-hour mark in an Ironman for the first time at the inaugural Blue Devil Triathlon in Durham, NC. I put everything I had into that race and it left my physically, mentally and emotionally drained. At the time, Kona...