Refreshed and ready for more, Kreg flagged us down. When Bill, Dave, and I were about 30 miles away from the main pit, Kreg called on the radio asking if I planned to stay in for another lap. My brain was all for it, but I wasn't sure my guts would cooperate. I didn't want to get sick mid-lap and cost the team any time, so I opted to quit while I was ahead. There's only one Ironman, and I'm not him. By the end of the lap, two things were crystal clear: Wild Bill is as tough as nails, and Kreg is a chip off the old block.