Once we officially became Ironmen, I thought why stop there?
Years earlier, it had become clear that this was what we were
meant to do, my son and I embarking on adventures together. The
more physical the adventure, the better. We were up for almost any
competitive challenge that presented itself. We had something to
prove. I was a middle-aged man determined to never give up on my
firstborn son. Rick, through his entire life, had faced adversity that
those of us fortunate enough to be able-bodied cannot imagine.
If a 2.4-mile swim in the ocean followed by a 112-mile bike ride
(and a marathon-length run after that)