Race 1: North America - “The Soul Test”
Race 1: North America - “The Soul Test”
The Road to Six began in Sacramento on October 27, 2024, with my first full Ironman. This race was more than just the start of a world record attempt—it was the culmination of months of preparation, grit, and a deep sense of gratitude for the opportunity to compete again.
Sacramento brought its challenges, as every Ironman does, but crossing the finish line in 12:18:17 hours marked the moment this dream became real. It was a day of perseverance, surrender, and proof that our limits are far greater than we imagine.
One down, five to go. The journey continues.
The Road to Six began in Sacramento on October 27, 2024, with my first full Ironman. This race was more than just the start of a world record attempt—it was the culmination of months of preparation, grit, and a deep sense of gratitude for the opportunity to compete again.
Sacramento brought its challenges, as every Ironman does, but crossing the finish line in 12:18:17 hours marked the moment this dream became real. It was a day of perseverance, surrender, and proof that our limits are far greater than we imagine.
One down, five to go. The journey continues.
The Road to Six began in Sacramento on October 27, 2024, with my first full Ironman. This race was more than just the start of a world record attempt—it was the culmination of months of preparation, grit, and a deep sense of gratitude for the opportunity to compete again.
Sacramento brought its challenges, as every Ironman does, but crossing the finish line in 12:18:17 hours marked the moment this dream became real. It was a day of perseverance, surrender, and proof that our limits are far greater than we imagine.
One down, five to go. The journey continues.
LOCATION
Sacramento, California
DATE
27th Oct, 2024
TIME
12:18:17
ABOUT THE RACE
ABOUT THE RACE
A Few Words from me
A Few Words from me
When people asked me if I was ready for this, I wasn’t sure. The truth is, the numbers didn’t add up.
I’ve never run a marathon.
I’ve never biked more than 90 miles.
I’ve never completed a half Ironman.
But on October 27th, I ran my first full Ironman in 12:18:17 hours, smashing my initial goal of 14 hours.
For years, I’ve craved the chance to push beyond my limits and discover what I’m capable of. Training gave me glimpses of that potential—countless 3 a.m. rides challenging my willpower. But deep down, I knew more was waiting to be revealed.
An Ironman is a test like no other: a 2.4-mile swim, a 112-mile bike ride, and a 26.2-mile run. While every part of the race tests your mind and body, the run truly tested my soul. It was more than physical—it was a battle that pushed every limit, revealing what you’re made of when there’s nothing left but sheer will.
At mile 3, my right IT band seized, sending sharp pain through my hip and knee, making it nearly impossible to put weight on my right foot. At one point, my foot wouldn’t even lift off the ground. I limped 10 miles.
On October 27th, I discovered a version of myself I hadn’t met before—fierce, adaptable, relentless, and driven by an unyielding refusal to quit. She embodied every hard-fought lesson, moment of doubt, and ounce of determination I’d hoped she would. She accepted the cards she was dealt and surrendered to the process—proof that the battle scars, the grit, and the wildness within are what make the human spirit unstoppable.
As I write this, it’s been 1 week since the race. I’m a mess, but I feel more alive than ever. My lunch was a rotisserie chicken and cookie dough, I haven’t touched my accounting homework, and my face is breaking out. Three toenails are barely hanging on, and my gear smells like it’s been through a war.
But beneath the exhaustion is exhilaration. I’ve emerged from this experience changed, stronger, and more determined than ever. I’ve tapped into something raw, something primal. And I’ve discovered a strength I’d hoped I had. Now, I know.
I’m a fighter, a survivor, and a dreamer determined to become a world record holder. Watch me.
When people asked me if I was ready for this, I wasn’t sure. The truth is, the numbers didn’t add up.
I’ve never run a marathon.
I’ve never biked more than 90 miles.
I’ve never completed a half Ironman.
But on October 27th, I ran my first full Ironman in 12:18:17 hours, smashing my initial goal of 14 hours.
For years, I’ve craved the chance to push beyond my limits and discover what I’m capable of. Training gave me glimpses of that potential—countless 3 a.m. rides challenging my willpower. But deep down, I knew more was waiting to be revealed.
An Ironman is a test like no other: a 2.4-mile swim, a 112-mile bike ride, and a 26.2-mile run. While every part of the race tests your mind and body, the run truly tested my soul. It was more than physical—it was a battle that pushed every limit, revealing what you’re made of when there’s nothing left but sheer will.
At mile 3, my right IT band seized, sending sharp pain through my hip and knee, making it nearly impossible to put weight on my right foot. At one point, my foot wouldn’t even lift off the ground. I limped 10 miles.
On October 27th, I discovered a version of myself I hadn’t met before—fierce, adaptable, relentless, and driven by an unyielding refusal to quit. She embodied every hard-fought lesson, moment of doubt, and ounce of determination I’d hoped she would. She accepted the cards she was dealt and surrendered to the process—proof that the battle scars, the grit, and the wildness within are what make the human spirit unstoppable.
As I write this, it’s been 1 week since the race. I’m a mess, but I feel more alive than ever. My lunch was a rotisserie chicken and cookie dough, I haven’t touched my accounting homework, and my face is breaking out. Three toenails are barely hanging on, and my gear smells like it’s been through a war.
But beneath the exhaustion is exhilaration. I’ve emerged from this experience changed, stronger, and more determined than ever. I’ve tapped into something raw, something primal. And I’ve discovered a strength I’d hoped I had. Now, I know.
I’m a fighter, a survivor, and a dreamer determined to become a world record holder. Watch me.
When people asked me if I was ready for this, I wasn’t sure. The truth is, the numbers didn’t add up.
I’ve never run a marathon.
I’ve never biked more than 90 miles.
I’ve never completed a half Ironman.
But on October 27th, I ran my first full Ironman in 12:18:17 hours, smashing my initial goal of 14 hours.
For years, I’ve craved the chance to push beyond my limits and discover what I’m capable of. Training gave me glimpses of that potential—countless 3 a.m. rides challenging my willpower. But deep down, I knew more was waiting to be revealed.
An Ironman is a test like no other: a 2.4-mile swim, a 112-mile bike ride, and a 26.2-mile run. While every part of the race tests your mind and body, the run truly tested my soul. It was more than physical—it was a battle that pushed every limit, revealing what you’re made of when there’s nothing left but sheer will.
At mile 3, my right IT band seized, sending sharp pain through my hip and knee, making it nearly impossible to put weight on my right foot. At one point, my foot wouldn’t even lift off the ground. I limped 10 miles.
On October 27th, I discovered a version of myself I hadn’t met before—fierce, adaptable, relentless, and driven by an unyielding refusal to quit. She embodied every hard-fought lesson, moment of doubt, and ounce of determination I’d hoped she would. She accepted the cards she was dealt and surrendered to the process—proof that the battle scars, the grit, and the wildness within are what make the human spirit unstoppable.
As I write this, it’s been 1 week since the race. I’m a mess, but I feel more alive than ever. My lunch was a rotisserie chicken and cookie dough, I haven’t touched my accounting homework, and my face is breaking out. Three toenails are barely hanging on, and my gear smells like it’s been through a war.
But beneath the exhaustion is exhilaration. I’ve emerged from this experience changed, stronger, and more determined than ever. I’ve tapped into something raw, something primal. And I’ve discovered a strength I’d hoped I had. Now, I know.
I’m a fighter, a survivor, and a dreamer determined to become a world record holder. Watch me.
-Ariana
-Ariana
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Every step of this journey is fueled by belief—belief in resilience, in dreaming boldly, and in rising stronger. Your support doesn’t just power my Road to Six; it helps inspire others to see that no setback is too great and no dream is too big. Together, we can prove that the human spirit knows no limits.
Every step of this journey is fueled by belief—belief in resilience, in dreaming boldly, and in rising stronger. Your support doesn’t just power my Road to Six; it helps inspire others to see that no setback is too great and no dream is too big. Together, we can prove that the human spirit knows no limits.
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