"Self-Awareness Is A Beautiful Thing"

Those were the words my wife said to me shortly after I made the decision to drop out of The Canadian half-iron duathlon on Saturday. With rising nausea on the final 15-kilometer lap and 13 miles of running confronting me, the race was either going to end with me walking out of the transition area voluntarily or vomiting in the medical tent. When I decided to DNF, I was instantly at peace with it. This is a problem that I can't seem to shake, and the only way to address it is to, well, choose shorter-distance races. I wish it didn't have to be so, but that's how it is. Next year, I'll change my focus.

Now on to happier news.