“Sherpa Thomas?”
“Yes, Liz?”
“I need to sit down.” I slowly lower my body to the ground. I am exhausted. I am spent.
“Sherpa Thomas?
“Yes, Liz?”
“Do you have your camera?” I ask.
“Yes, Liz.”
“Then I need you to take a picture of this face. I call this my ‘No more Ironman’ face. If you ever hear me say the phrase “I think I want to do another Ironman”, I want you to send me a picture of this face.”
“Yes, Liz.”
