JR Verberne 2025-09-11T07:50:07Z
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The alarm screamed at 4:47 AM like a disgruntled drill sergeant. My fingers fumbled in the dark, knocking over an empty protein shaker. Outside, thunder cracked like a whip - not the gentle patter I'd expected. My stomach dropped. Today's brick session (90-minute swim followed by 40k cycle) just became impossible. Panic clawed at my throat as I imagined Coach Martinez's disappointed frown. Missing this critical Ironman prep felt like unstitching months of sacrifice with one storm.