In 2009 on the way to Florianopolis, Brazil my flight was cancelled because of a broken windshield on the runway at LAX 3 days before my Ironman race was set to go. I barely made it to Brazil on time in order to register for my race. The flight to Florianopolis, Brazil was about 20 hours on 3 connecting flights. The weather in Brazil was about the same as California and as I arrived to Florianopolis I had just enough time to make it to the pasta dinner at the Ironman tent and they provided us with some live entertainment (if you want to call it that) more like Vegas showgirl dancers on steroids. Wow! These girls are out of this world and they make the Hawaiian 'Hula' seem boring! Since I came alone to do the Ironman I found myself talking to Jans Gregg, a 5 foot tall Norwegian guy who happened to be next to me off the plane and then at hotel check in. He was an amazing athlete from Norway and actually knew two of my former rowing [...]