Kona was a little over a month ago and although I'm in my "off season", I haven't found time to blog so I thought I'd do a little catching up. 

After the race, I kicked up my feet and relaxed.



 But that only lasted a day because I wound up in urgent care with a strep infection in my foot which is apparently serious business.



Despite getting several antibiotics, including a shot in the ass which hurt like a mofo, I didn't let it hinder our fun. 

Kona lands on or around my birthday each year and with the race, celebrating is a little challenging but the Mrs. booked us dinner after the race at...



And we had the most epic NOM NOM...



With a few days remaining on the island, we do what we normally do -- explore.  Someone had mentioned this place so we decided to check it out.



Good times all around and at the end of the tour you get to hold a sea horse. 



No rest for the wicked though.  For some reason, I thought it would be a good idea to race a 50K three weeks after Kona.  To make matters worse, I decided I wanted to win.

I wrote a very long blog which I never got around to posting so I'll summarize:

- marked the fast guys
- followed the fast guys through mile 15
- made my move into 3rd place
- kept fast guys close with 4th place sitting on me for another 5 miles
- boom!  wheels fall off wagon
- move back into 4th place and remain there
- 2nd AG, 4th OA
- OUCH



Not surprising how I ended up with a strep infection in Hawaii...



Still no rest for the wicked -- I drive down to Arizona for IMAZ where I have friends and athletes racing.  On the way, I see this...



After much chaos surrounding a room that was booked, a lost reservation and the effects of driving for 11+/- hours, I arrive at "a" room in Tempe and I meet up with my friends.

"Where can I find you?", they ask.  You can find me hanging with...



Pre-race with this smiling face who is probably screaming on the inside as he awaits the start of his first Ironman in less than 24 hours.



On race morning, I get up at the crack of dawn and head down to the excitement.  I position my body on the bridge over Tempe and I await start.  Pay no attention to the fact that my pictures are out of order, it's close enough for government work. 



Pulling a page out of Andres' book of photography, I go for the abstract angled picture...



The race is about to begin...



Chris, Andres, Nick and I are spectating / photographing...



The pro men are coming in...



The lead male sporting Blue Seventy...



I have a short attention span and find ways to occupy my time...



I get bored and decide to go for a run.  For those of you who are familiar with that big hill in Tempe, I decide to run intervals on it while I'm waiting for peeps to get off the bike.



On my way back to the room, I snap random photos....



And when I say random, I mean random...



Arriving back and the Sag Monkey Command Post, a nice family drops off a gift for Nick.  He had helped someone in the day prior and they were showing their appreciation. 



I get a text from Karen (Tom's wife).  She informs me of Tom's whereabouts so I stake out near the finish waiting for Tom to arrive.  Meanwhile, spectators are doing their best to entertain...



Tom arrives and he gives me the thumbs up but don't let that face fool you, he ripped it up and went sub10...



Sub10 comes with a cost which includes a black eye and a trip to med...



Tom, meet kitty, kitty, meet Tom.  Kitty, any words of advice for Tom?...



After making sure Tom was ok, I went back down to the run course and found this happy face...



And more spectators with wise words...



Round two and we still have positive thoughts...



As the sun set, all of the athletes and friends got across the finish which closed out another day in Tempe...



After another 11+/- hour drive, I was back home to celebrate my 7th anniversary with this woman...



She makes me happy.  :)



Because I haven't been bouncing around enough, I decide on another road trip....



We head north of San Fran to a remote location in the hills. 



Secluded amongst the redwoods, I find quiet...



At the local bakery, I find this amusing sign...



But I'm not trying to hide from her, I wanted a weekend of relaxation.  There was a whole lot of nothing going on but we did venture around and ended up in Armstrong Redwoods State Park which is the home of some big trees....



After our walk, we went to the local downtown to take in some of the art galleries...



And then we drove down to the coast...



Stopped in a local coffee shop and hung out while listening to these guys...



Inside the shop, this sign caught my attention....



The band finished their set, we hung out for a bit more watching the sun go down...



Drove back to our secluded getaway and the following day, we drove back home.

It's Thanksgiving week and the fun never ends.  I picked up a turkey yesterday...



... and I'll figure out what sort of delicious meal we'll have in a few days.

Now I realize there were some interesting photos along the way but this one is extra special and definitely not HOA approved...


Thanks for reading!