After cancellation in 2021 due to weather, ’22 just wasn’t the year for me
I’ve put off writing up this race report on Ironman California for six months. It was just a rough day and I didn’t have a particularly good race, personally. I finished, sure, but it was just a rough evening for me by mile 120 (out of 140) and took a lot of the fun out of it.
And now that it’s been six months we’ll see how much of the overall weekend I accurately remember, haha!
But let’s get to it! I need to just finally get this down on paper for myself at this point, too.
Let’s start with breakdown of my race:
Overall Target – I would have loved to do 12 1/2 hours
When the Summer started I was thinking I could train up and be ready to for this race at least on par with training last year. A river swim and a flat ride could be within 7 1/2 hours for me, leaving plenty of time for the run. But as the Summer progressed my training suffered for many reasons: my work schedule required us to be back in-office, my overall workload being larger than last year, and it being harder overall to stay motivated took a toll on my consistency and training volume.
My Race:
Swim
Projected Time: 1hr 25min (I didn’t have plans to try and go fast, and figured the current would help with a quick-ish swim)
“Good Day” time: 1hr 10min
Actual official clock time: 00:58:44
The swim itself was incredibly fast.
Seriously, it’s likely one of the fastest swims on any of the Iron course with the river current pushing you all the way down the river. J said he heard someone else refer to it as “the conveyor belt” and that’s a pretty accurate description. The fastest Pro time that day was just under 41 minutes!
As I first approached the water I was more focused on my feet that were freezing from standing the mud and trying to stretch and rotate my ankles so I wouldn’t cramp up while swimming.
Then I had to quickly activate my Garmin so it could find a signal before I jumped in the water.
I briefly stepped out of line to give it a minute because I’m one of those people who wants accurate race data.
As soon as I got in the water I was surprised and happy that it was warmer than the air outside instead of being a cold swim.
The water was very crowded and swimming downstream into the sun made navigating really difficult.
Spotting the buoys was nearly impossible at the turn. And I think a lot of people had to make hard corrections to turn and not cut the buoy and miss the turn.
Once making the turn where the American River meets and becomes the Sacramento River we had to try and sight to find the exit at River Walk Park. But honestly trying to see any buoys in this area was equally difficult.
I realized that following others wasn’t helping either because no one could really tell where they were going.
I eventually had to make a hard right turn, swim through some huge posts to get on the correct side of the docks, and then I could exit.
T1
Getting out of the water onto the dock was easy enough.
And as crowded as it was, everyone was in great spirits and laughing about how fast that swim was.
I helped a dude struggling with his wetsuit zipper and then he helped with mine. I pulled half my suit off so I could breath a bit easier as we hurried to climb the stairs up to street level.
I looked down at my Garmin and realized I swam a sub-one-hour swim. Ridiculously faster than I expected.
Getting all the way up to the street level I got help from the wetsuit people to get the rest of my suit off and start my jog to the stadium.
I was keeping an eye out for my family, expecting to see my mom or sister in my Cupertino deck coat to stay warm.
I passed them closer to the water, my dad closer to the stadium, and J was up at the stadium entrance.
I also passed our friend Ron once inside the stadium since he was volunteering there for the race.
“58 minutes!” I yelled to him as I jogged past. It took him a second to realize what I was talking about and he said “Wait. Swim?!”
I grabbed my T1 bag from the path on the way to the tents. I decided to go in and sit down and get ready for the ride ahead. I took a bit of time to dry off a bit, put my socks and shoes on, drank some water and get buttoned up for the ride ahead.
I grabbed my bike and headed to the exit. My toes on my left foot felt a little cold/tingly and I thought I was just still chilly from the swim. Turned out at some point during the run to the stadium I skinned/tore my toe like you would if you had a blister. So, while my foot wasn’t bleeding (or I would have noticed), it would prove extremely irritating the next 112 miles before I knew why.
Bike
Projected Time: 6hr 30min
“Good Day” time: 6hr flat – I figured if the weather was good and no wind I could put down a 6-flat ride
Actual official clock time: 06:52:05
Overall the bike leg was… decent.
I honestly expected to have an overall faster bike ride. But the weather and the wind had other plans. And if I’m being fully honest it ended up killing the rest of the race for me.
See, on a completely flat course like this one I would normally be able to put down about 20mph average for the entire race. So I was originally thinking a 6hr bike leg was pretty reasonable for me to do that day.
The course was a two lap out and back: South-North-South-North.
But the wind was already starting and would continue to get harder throughout the day.
The first quarter of the ride, southbound, was fast. With a huge tailwind you had to really watch your watts and not push too hard and burn up your legs while enjoying the tailwind. there were parts of that first 26 miles or so that I hit 28 and 29mph…at 118 watts!
Hitting the turn around everyone knew that we had to deal with that same southeastern wind, but this time as a headwind.
I watched my watts and heart rate on the return trip to the stadium. My speed was now only around 12-16 depending on the stretch
Overall I was still feeling mostly good at this point in the day. I wasn’t feeling like I was burning myself up. But I was definitely aware of the wind on my eyes and lips and was trying to make sure I remained hydrated.
And the turn around, back at the stadium, I kept an eye out for my family.
they were all there and cheered as I went past.
Once back out on the road, though, there’s that feeling of “Shit. I have to do that, again, in this wind…”
It was stronger now, and was expected to continue to pick up.
Around 65 miles or so I actually pulled over for a moment – which I hate doing – to take my vest off. It was warming up more but too windy to risk taking it off while moving.
The third leg of the ride, or second-southbound leg, had a tailwind that I did try to take a bit more advantage of.
I knew the last leg back was going to be rough. The wind was much harder now and I was trying to find a balance of keeping my speed in the mid-20s with as little effort as possible to buy myself a bit of time for the way back.
Hitting the turnaround for Lap 2 at just over 3hrs showed me that a 6 hr race was not in the cards that day with the wind. Oh well.
Turning around for the last trip back was rough, mannn.
Cuz I just knew how terrible it was going to be.
And this was the portion of the race that just took it out of me. That last 1/4 of the bike.
If I look at my Garmin data, my stamina level starts to drop quickly after mile 75 or so. And that makes perfect sense when I consider that my training that Summer lacked the volume at that distance I needed to be doing.
But this was the point my body hit a wall. I didn’t start to actually really feel it until Mile 106 of the bike portion (20 miles later); and was still able to get off and jog the first 7 miles of the marathon.
So the return back to Transition was not-fun.
And the wind was.so.bad.
Despite wearing sunglasses we were being blasted by dust from the farms.
This dried out my eyes to point that my vision was starting to get hazy/blurry from being so windblown. My lips were chapped. My nose running. AND MY DAMN FOOT WAS STILL BOTHERING ME AND I DIDN’T KNOW WHY.
It was easily the most miserable section of riding I’ve ever done.
Averaging somewhere around 14ish mph is not a speed I enjoy being at cuz I’m know I’m capable of more.
But there were points on this leg that the wind was so strong I got slowed down to 8mph with others.
I stopped again at 106 miles to blow my nose and wipe my face with water.
My eyes hurt and vision was hazy – I knew there was nothing I could do to correct that other than sleep it off. So the rest of the day would suck.
My legs were shot for riding, but I knew I still had some running in me. I just had to get back. Six more miles to wrap up my worst Century+ ride I’ve done (at least in how I felt, anyway, it was still a fast-ish ride).
Pulling into the stadium I wrapped the bike portion at 6:52:07 on my Garmin. About an hour longer than I expected when I thought it would be a windless event.
T2
Coming into T2 I nearly got tripped up as the wind blew my bike into me as I stepped off. Oh man, I was just ready to be done on the bike.
I went and sat down at the bike rack to take off my shoes and figure out why my toe felt numb. A painful left foot during the entire ride didn’t make anything more pleasant that day. This is when I realized that I had cut/skinned the end of my toe prior to the bike ride. So I sat there and pulled electrical tape from my bike that I use to tape down my spare tube and taped up my toe to keep it from stinging on the run I had ahead.
My family was in the stands yelling for me and cheering.
But my eyes were so dried out and hazy that I couldn’t see them the 200ft away or so. I waved but also wasn’t 100% positive I was waving to the correct group. haha
As I made my way up and out of the stadium they were at the top to cheer me as I made my way out to start the run. It took a second for me to recognize them since I was still trying to get my eyes to focus and really couldn’t see much more than 20 ft (as far as making people out anyway). My eyes were killing me. I had eye drops in my Transition bag, but they were almost out.
Run
Projected Time: 5hr or less? – I didn’t really have a plan for the run
“Good Day” time: Under 5hr
Actual official clock time: 05:52:05
As I got out and started my run I saw J and my dad there by the stadium. Finding my way around was just slightly confusing because I never paid much attention to the actual course and where it was going to take me.
There was a little out and back along the river before crossing over toward Downtown. It was in direct sun, bright, and actually kinda hot at this point of the afternoon… probably mostly from the direct sunlight.
I also saw my family and friends at this part near the start. I was feeling ok-ish.. definitely not awesome, but trying to get into a rhythm to determine was my energy was to jog.
After crossing the bridge there was a hard right that took us along the water. This was also in sunlight and fairly warm. I remember laughing to myself that I was actually starting to sweat at this point – first time that day due to the wind on the bike.
That whole first part of the marathon was me going through my head trying to determine how much energy I had. I was trying to ignore how much my eyes were bothering me and focus on my legs.
I was keeping my pace under 10min/mi, which was my planned jog for this leg of the Iron.
And I was doing the math on if I jogged half the marathon, what would my overall day look like.
Hitting the 5k was not problem. Approaching 10k though I started to really feel that I was just completely spent.
I crossed the 10k mark and tried to decide “Can I make it to 15k..?”. Trying to break the run up into smaller pieces to work toward rather than focus on “half and full” for the distance.
I got to Mile 7 and decided to call it – as far as running anyway. I knew my legs were done. My eyes were dry and burning, probably the worst wind-blown I’ve ever been – and I photographed desert racing for several years, lol!
During this mile I noticed quite a few others slow down to walking, too. I told myself I was doing ok if others were slowing down as well.
I passed one girl, who I distinctly remember because she was loudly complaining that her swim time was “only” around 50 minutes and she expected to go faster because her Oregon Half Iron swim was really fast. I almost wanted to point out “Wasn’t that a downstream race with a current, too?” haha, but that would have probably been a bit harsh, but it was ridiculous to be complaining about the swim being “too slow” when everyone was helped by the current that morning. Oh well
Mile 8 for me was 15 minutes. Speed walking. I was fried. And now doing the math on how long a night ahead I had since I could run any longer.
I passed my family again around this point in the race. I came around a corner and didn’t even recognize my friend Katie who was yelling to me because my vision was blurred and I wasn’t expecting to see anyone.
(don’t I look awesome? got a high five from that kid though..)
J caught up to me and walked alongside for a 100ft or so. I told him I was burnt out, my legs were dead, and wind wiped out my vision. He said he could tell I hit a wall just prior to seeing them because my pace suddenly dropped off.
Here’s my cadence at a nice comfy 10 min/mi pace the first 7 miles dropping to just a walk cuz I was beat.
Getting out toward the back half of the marathon took us out to Discovery Park.
And as I was getting out that way I realized I didn’t bring a headlamp. Now part of me expected that I would be a full hour ahead of where I was at. And the other part expected that worst-case there would be a reasonable level of lighting on the course. After all, even when I did the Tahoe Iron the dark parts of that course for me still had reasonable-ish light.
Well that was def not the case on this course. And right around the halfway point in the marathon, as the sun was really starting to set, I was starting to get concerned about how I was going to get through this part of the course.
I tried jogging a couple times and just did.not.have.the energy.
I ended up meeting a couple older guys who were walking about my pace and had a flashlight. I said that I didn’t have a light with me and asked if I could pace with them. They said not problem.
So for the next 9 miles or so I paced with an older guy named Dean. He was in his late 50s and had done several Irons. We talked about some of our favorite courses we had done, as well as just life and work in general to pass the miles.
Around mile 18 or so I came around a curve and Monica was there waiting with my nieces and nephew to cheer for me – they had made the trip all the way back downtown that night just to cheer once more! It was really sweet and the kids ran alongside me briefly.
Once we were back toward the city Dean said he was gonna have to slow down – I think I was keeping him at a higher pace than he planned with my stride. So we said goodbye and I picked up the pace a bit to speed walk the last 7 miles best I could.
I was really appreciative that Dean had been so cool about walking with him. The run course was PITCH.BLACK. during most of it. There were not street lamps of any kind on most of the path, and the areas where lights were set up were probably a half mile apart or more.
Before getting into town I also saw my mom and J again on the course. And again told them I was exhausted and my eyes were still bothering me.
Weaving through the streets the next two miles or so was kind of cool. There was a lot of support in random spots of people out watching the racers. And if I had more energy at that point I probably would have enjoyed it a lot more.
The remainder of the race, about five or so miles, runs you around the capitol building 2 1/2 times.
What’s great is that there was a ton of support and people during this whole portion of the event. I guess some people found it confusing, but I understood the route and signs completely, so I’m not sure why people had issue with this part of the course.
I was able to see Katie and Rebecca, and my dad, mom, and J several times while making these loops.
But man were my feet killing me. And my eyes were.so.dry. I had been out of eye drops since the halfway point in the marathon. So my vision was hazy from some serious dry-eye. It was like running in fog.
On my last lap, as I came around to enter to chute I started to jog – as we all do, right? haha
But turning down the finish chute, with all the flood lights… I.COULD.NOT.SEE.
It sadly really took away from the whole moment for me because everything was just blinding. And as I crossed the finish line the ramp went up just slightly and caught my foot. I stumbled just a bit, but still caught myself and couldn’t help but laugh.
Here’s a screenshot from the video clip above that my Mom shot. On the left is how the Finish Chute would look normally to someone finishing, right?
Well the on the right side is how things looked to me. It basically looked like heavy fog illuminated with flood lights to me because my eyes were that bad. :'( And the closer I got to the lights the harder it was to see….
Liza, another friend of ours, was there working the finish line and came over to me immediately. She took my arm to help me and I said I couldn’t see anything and she helped me navigate through the crowd. She got me my medal, and got me over to the line to get my finisher photo. And of course I got a photo with Liza as well.
(My eyes were bright red and swollen. Lights/etc were all hazy and my eyes.just.hurt.)
My family was there, along with Katie and Rebecca, and we stood and talked for a bit. I put on extra layers since I started to get cold pretty quickly as soon as I stopped moving.
We didn’t stay too long because I was ready to go. I was totally burnt out, hungry, and getting cold.
We started the walk back to the stadium. J went in and got my bike for me so I wouldn’t have to walk all the way down to gather my stuff.
We loaded up my car, and I told J he could drive since I couldn’t see, haha!
On the way back we stopped at the Carl’s Jr across from the hotel so i could get a cheeseburger and milkshake.
Me, Mom and J all stayed at the hotel again that night rather than drive the 30 minutes back to their house. But that was also exactly why I got the extra night nearby – it made for an easier end to the day.
’21 and Cancellation of the Iron
In 2021, leading up the inaugural California race I was working at home full time, training in the afternoons and on weekends, and looking forward to participating in the race with my step-dad Jerry. This was going to be his final full-iron-distance Tri before retiring to shorter courses.
For me the summer and lead up to the ’21 race was reasonably good. Working at home left flexibility for me to logout of work right at 430p and get to the pool to swim, or jump on my bike for an hour outdoors (or both when needed). Hell, there were a couple days I could take a long lunch and enjoy the my 6 mile run midday before getting back to my desk to focus on finishing the day out.
But the week of the race the weather was quickly turning worse and worse.
J and I talked several times leading up to my trip to Northern California on what to prepare for. I was basically bringing everything I could in terms of gear because I didn’t know if I would be racing in nice weather or horrible weather.
Check-In was a blustery and rainy day with J and my Mom in downtown Sacramento. We were laughing at how the three of us and just raced in the Memphis Half Ironman in pouring rain and it was looking like J and I were about to do the same thing for a full.
The night before the race J and I were trying to run a few errands last minute like finding gloves we could wear that were water proof for the bike portion. We had been updated by Ironman that they were actually putting heated busses on the bike route for people to stop and warm up because they were expecting cold and windy weather during the event. Then right before bed, as we were preparing our morning items we received a text saying the bike course had been cut in half due to safety.
The next morning on the drive in at 430am, or so, we were in traffic in a downpour. J joked that if they cancelled it right then he would not be mad. And considering that the bike was already cut in half and it was such terrible weather, I was pretty much fine with a cancellation at that point. It was not going to be a fun experience in that kind of weather.
Well, as soon as we parked and got out of the car there were loud-speaker announcements saying due to weather the race was cancelled.
All we could do was laugh about it and proceed on in to gather our things. We took photos and video of the insane weather and wind. We grabbed our bags, our bikes, notified family, and headed back to the hotel to pack up and check out.
I spent the morning visiting with family and friends and we watched the storm get worse and worse all morning. Reports online and photos from other athletes showed trees fallen on the bike course and roads flooded.
It was 100% the right call by Ironman.
I drove home that afternoon/evening back to SoCal. I saw tons of flooding and car crashes due to weather on the way, too.
I was dreading another summer of Iron training in ’22
Summer 2022 – training all over again
This year was very different getting ready for the Ironman. And not in a good way.
I was working in the office now. And part of the time we were full-time in-office and then hybrid again. Our company went back and forth on what they wanted everyone doing. And while hybrid was somewhat helpful to my training, I had FAR less time overall due to work being busier and more going on in general with events/etc.
I did not enjoy training that summer.
It was very hard to remain as motivated and energetic as I was the previous year. It was quickly apparent to me how big a difference commuting into work made in terms of free time and energy. Plus this was now the second time I had to train with the exact same schedule a second summer in a row. The first time was for the Lake Tahoe Ironman that was cancelled due a forest fire and I repeated the same training the following summer to do the race the following year after that.
And due to my schedule with work, and weekend events I was expected to be a part of during key training weeks for me, I simply missed out on the amount of time I needed to actually be putting in.
I also didn’t get enough volume on my bike outdoors. I put in a lot of my time on the trainer, which is fine for the most part but that just wears you out mentally, too. I would rather do 100 miles outdoors than have to do that indoors, you know?
Most of my Summer weekends looked like this…
Inside. On the trainer. On Zwift, just trying to get workouts in.
But Race Weekend arrived and it was looking like better weather
Thursday
I was expecting a busy weekend for check-in and told my family I wanted to head down first thing on the first day. So that’s what we did.
Despite getting there early, there was already a big line forming
This check-in was different than others in that it was first-come first-served with numbering. I ended up with number 350 – and I was really, really tempted to ask for 404 since “error” would have been hilarious. Plus I had that number back during one of my Tahoe Tris.
Completely different from last year when the briefing was in the rain. haha!
Check in done! time to head out
J and I were supposed to race together, but he had to drop out this year with his schedule not working out for training. He still checked in though. And in hindsight should have at least done the swim that race. haha!
Building my collection of California Iron event bags!
I got my bike and bags ready that evening and next day on Friday to be ready for Saturday drop off.
I made a little “jacket roll” with my cycling jacket I bought at last year’s IMCA. This way I could easily carry it during the race in case I needed it. I ended up using it on my run when things got chilly that night.
Saturday
On Saturday morning I went down to the stadium with J to drop off my bike and bag.
This year we were entering on a different corner of the Stadium (through the main entrance) which allowed for more space for all the T1 bags. Already looked more convenient compared to the year before
Still somewhat quiet out there..
With Covid rules relaxed we were allowed to have large change tents. And even though I have Tri suit and don’t do a full change, I appreciate being able to sit in a chair and methodically get ready for the bike ride ahead in a full distance event
Droppin off my bike
And I was placed just a straight shot directly to the exit due to a lower number
The interesting thing this race was that we had to tie our T2 bag to our bikes. Because T2 was at your bike in this race.
We even saw Jack! Who we meet the previous year in pouring rain because we were all wearing Ironman Tahoe gear!
That night I had booked a different hotel than the previous year – a Holiday Inn right off the highway about five miles away or so. It was perfect because it would drop off off right at the stadium in the morning.
Dinner that night was our usual IHOP trip where I typically get an omelette before the race the next day. Mom and J were with me in the hotel and J would be going with me bright and early for all the morning activities. He had checked in for the race since he was registered and had his wrist band. So he was allowed in all areas since he was a registered racer.
Sunday – Race Day
Alright… Garmin says I’m sorta ready for the day ahead…
Sure, I’ll take a 94 today
Oxygen, good..
too damn early though..
I was up just before 4am – to take a quick shower to wake up, have time to eat, and not feel too-rushed getting out and to the race.
Mom stayed back to sleep a bit longer and drive separate while we took my 4Runner and headed to the stadium. I had my other Transition bag to drop at my bike, and then J and I wanted to make sure we had plenty of time to take the busses to race start.
It was a bit chilly, but not too cold, and a slight breeze. With much more wind expected later.
Deja vu…
Hey at least this time it’s not pouring rain!
Alright, buttoned up and ready for the day
Time to head out
Non-athletes waiting for their family/friends dropping their gear. Great to see so much support super early out there!
Bus-to-Swim-Start
Getting down to the riverfront start point it was completely dark out. Honestly it was a bit shocking that they didn’t have a few more lights setup for people not be in total darkness. But the lack of planning enough lighting was definitely a theme I’d later find out about during the marathon.
Waiting the next hour or so was long and cold. I was sitting on retaining wall at the park with J just trying to stay warm.
Mom was back at the stadium trying to get on a bus.
It turned out that Ironman kinda botched the entire bussing plan with a couple busses getting lost taking people to the start. And what was worse was that for whatever reason the busses were not returning immediately to the stadium to pick up more people but waiting at the start, empty, in case people “needed to go back” or something.
Eventually it was time to get in line and self-seed ourselves into our pace groups.
We were smart and got on the busses early
Pitch black at the start area. The street lights were all off
Tired and cold.
Sun was starting to come up and it was time to begin lining up
Photos from Family throughout the day
Arriving at the stadium that morning
Dropping supplies at my bike
J’s empty bike space :(
Still fairly quiet right now
We saw Ron and had to get a photo together
Arriving at the swim start was completely dark
My high school Water Polo deck coat was every bit the long term investment it could have been. I’ve used this forever
More people starting to arrive
Waiting in the self seed line
Ended up putting my jacket back on since it was a little chilly standing in the mud
This was the moment I realized my Garmin may not have synced up to the satellites yet and I was 10ft from the start line..
Getting in the water was warmer than the air outside though and actually felt much better than standing around
I think that’s me in the center with the bad arm form. hahahaha
Bright and early!
Out of the water, heading to transition
I knew to keep an eye out for my water polo jacket because either my mom or my sister would be wearing it
J got me as i headed to my bike!
Heading out to the bike portion
Waving to my family who were all there waiting
I didn’t want to lean in for the high fives since i was still going a tad quick
I had a whole cheering section since a lot of my family was local for this event!
Done with the bike. Next up is the run
Off my bike, trying to decide what to carry on the run
I could hear my family yelling for me but I couldn’t see them
This literally is me waving to wherever I think they might be because I couldn’t see that far with my eyes so windblown
Speed walking out of the stadium and trying to determine how much energy I had to run
This is about 3 miles into the run, Katie had to yell at me twice cuz I nearly missed her on the sideline
Monica and the kids hanging out!
This was right after seeing my family at mile 8 or so when I was just fried..
Aunt, cousin, and Mom there to cheer as I went by!
I think this is around mile 19 or 20 of the marathon.
I’m beat. My eyes are so bad that everything was foggy, so I was walking
Additional Race Photos from course photographers:
Near the start of the course
It took about 15 miles before the groups started getting broken up
Had a strong tailwind during all the Southbound stretches
I was concentrating so hard on the ground unfortunately
My eyes were so dried and windblown that the flood lights in the finisher chute were completely blinding me
I nearly tripped on the ramp, too, coming up the finish. haha. Oh man
So glad to be done mostly cuz of my eyes. It sucked because it really kinda took away from being excited to finish, you know?
Next Day
I got up that morning, absolutely exhausted, but my eyes were no longer swollen and I felt a little rested overall.
Ha! I recharged 12 points overnight… that’s it!
4hr of sleep. Not great sleep either
One. Yeah, that tracks.
Heading downtown I thought they had delayed the Ironman Store hours and I had plenty of time. Turns out that I had just read the hours wrong the night before after the race.
But while I only had 45 minutes or so left before the store closed, I was fortunately able to get a finisher jacket in my size. I would have been pretty upset if I had missed them.
Unfortunately I didn’t get a t-shirt, and from what I understand there weren’t too many options in general for gear. A pretty common thing at all events in 2021/2022 I was at.
But Katie came down to meet up with me and have coffee, which was great. We sat at Starbucks for an hour and I talked about my race day and we were able to catch up on life.
Iron California is a race I would do again because I was unhappy with my overall performance in 2022.
Fortunately I have enough base strength that I can finish a full distance event – which I’m aware is more than many people can say. But I really wanted to have a better day out there.
In 2023 I have one half distance scheduled in Morro Bay. And may look to do one or two Olympic distance to take a break from Full training. So perhaps a 2024 IMCA again, if I don’t decide to travel for race in ’24 for something totally new.