I was jogging down a street with some other people in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho, when a man sitting in a front yard partying with friends saw me. His eyes about popped out of his socket and I’m guessing he spilled some of his beer as he started cheering for me.
You know how sports fans go bonkers when one of the heavy-duty linemen gets the rare opportunity to carry the football into the end zone on a running play or on a great defensive play?
On this day, I was playing the role of the fat lineman and this cheerful guy who looked like he belonged in a motorcycle gang was the rowdy and jubilant football crowd.
A few hours later — after swimming 2.4 miles, biking 112 miles and walking and jogging 26.2 miles [Read more…]