Sarah Bonner: ex-party girl turned vegan triathlete. Canadian expat living in Banyoles, Catalonia, Spain. Writer, vegan cook/baker, unicorn lover – the badass woman who’ll kick your ass in the water, on the bike, running, and probably darts too. She’s good at pretty much everything she does, and she’s tough as nails. Take a look at Sarah Bonner in her fashionable print cycling kit complete with ice cream cones and unicorns and you don’t immediately think that she’d chew you u

I hit the 60km mark my legs detonated into pieces and I finished the bike leg in the most unspectacular fashion. The run, the swim, both forgettable performances and yet Zell Am See 70.3 was a memorable race. Memorable because it was the “almost” I needed to experience. Among the myriad of mistakes and failures, “almost” meant there were pieces of success, parts I’m proud of, and moments that made me certain, not just believe, that more is definitely possible. #Bike #LakeZell

Getting ready for the Ironman 70.3 in Zell Am See. #Transition #LakeZell #Sports #Ironman703 #triathlon #swimming #SUP #training #hafironman #Athlete #Cycling #Sport #WomensCycling #ZellAmSee #Dare2Tri #Wetsuit #EdwardGreene #Running #Racing #Travel #Vegan #RoadCycling

The travel. The training. The prepping. Getting ready for St. George 70.3. Check out more Life X Bike vlogs here. #USA #desert #Ironman703 #triathlon #swimming #Utah #vlog #StGeorge #Cycling #WomensCycling #video #Running #Travel #ironman

In the backyard most swim. I can swim off my lawn. How flippin’ cool is that? The backyard of our family home is on the banks of Upper Rideau Lake. It’s the first time I’ve been home during summer as a triathlete so it was the first time I wasn’t looking off the back porch at the beautiful view just to admire the scenery. Now my backyard offered a whole new training playground. The water is warm this time of year and no wetsuit is needed. It’s just bikini, safety buoy, goggle

“Why aren’t their carpets for my princess feet?” So many pine needles… I was a bit nervous on and off leading up to Muskoka 70.3 but it wasn’t until the announcer said “60 seconds to go” that my heart jumped into my throat and my stomach flipped. Everyone was chatting, even laughing, as I stared out to the first turn buoy, hardly visible in the morning fog. I just wanted to stay in the bunch as long as possible and not swim off course. Modest goals but necessary ones. The air

Every six months like clock work, that’s how often I move. Saying goodbye is easy sometimes, sometimes it’s hard. Leaving Banyoles was hard. Mountains forever, beautiful lake Banyoles, and trainable winter temperatures. What more could you want? #trailrunning #Spain #triathlon #swimming #Wintertraining #Banyoles #Rocacorba #training #Athlete #Cycling #Running

I’m in wool socks. I was in sunny Lanzarote a mere two weeks ago but seeing my breath this morning as I mounted my bike made me feel like summer was a thousand years ago. Along with warmer clothes made of thicker fabrics, I’ve also initiated the stand off with the furnace. The seasonal stare-down always makes me grumpy, not only because I know I will lose, but because it makes me yearn for bare feet and flip flops and bikinis and base ride rides that make tan lines more like

The Lanzarote 2014 Team “Who wants to do the 5km?” We were no more than thirty minutes into the week. Granted it was a Total Immersion Open Water camp but the question wasn’t just about the distance. The blunt question was also rooted in the week’s expectations and everyone’s experience level. There were a mix of swimmers, some swimming almost daily their whole lives, others who had learned mere months ago, so there was a complete range of emotion from excitement to worry on

First race back: Triathlon des Gorges de l’Ardeche What’s longer than a year? 350 days of rehab. But I’m back. And I’m racing. It’s been almost a year since my last race. Frankly, I haven’t felt like much of an athlete because what’s athlete who doesn’t race? Even when I felt good enough to enter an event, I had pulled out of so many that I stopped thinking about racing all together. I just didn’t want to get my hopes up. But the long term plan toward building into triathlon

Silvermine Nature Reserve looks over the southern suburbs of Cape Town. Training doesn’t always go according to plan. Whether it’s work, family, friends, fatigue or injury, sometimes it feels like you are trying to swim upstream. With a few niggles holding me back for the past few weeks, I was desperate to feel a sense of progression so I took to the seas. Or, well, to Silvermine dam. After a few pool sessions, I set my sights on an open water swim. I figured the ocean was a