New York City. A busy metropolis of towering buildings and its millions of people rushing to grab a bite to eat, to hail a cab, or to catch a subway train as it pulls up to the platform. A blur of traffic and anonymous crowds. Always hurrying. Never enough time. Enough of a challenge if you weren’t trying to be an elite triathlete. Always looking for any possible way to fit training hours into a crazy life schedule. But you find a way. It’s a life balance with an emphasis on sacrifice. You dream of Kona.