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On June 1, 2025, Race 4 of the Road to Six brought me to Brazil—a test of fear, faith, and how far I was willing to go. I didn’t feel ready. For six weeks, I barely trained. My body needed rest, but my mind wrestled with doubt.
And still, I showed up.
In the chaos, I found clarity. In the fear, I found fire. In the loneliest moments, I found something steady inside me that refused to quit.
This wasn’t just a race—it was a reckoning.
Four down, two to go. The journey continues.
On October 5, 2025, I crossed the finish line of my sixth Ironman in Barcelona, completing the Road to Six.
For two years, I built my life around a dream no one else could see. Race day came only 21 days after Ironman Japan, and it wasn’t about medals or times—it was about how deep I could dig when nothing was left.
I met pain, held its hand, and crossed the line reborn. This record was never about me—it was proof that the impossible is only impossible until you decide otherwise.
