SEO Content appears the first in source code and on the very bottom of page. Its placement depends on Module.

1. Edit it in CMS "SEO Content" Content Area on normal CMS pages.

2. E-commerce categories have it in "SEO ("SEO Content")" section.

3. E-commerce Product is editable in "SEO Data (Content)" section.

There is default one that is in /styles/master1/c/ folder. If you want to replace it, just upload image with "caption-sub.jpg" name to the folder. Size should be 1920 x 320 pixels (6:1)

You can use Caption Image field in CMS to replace it on specific pages.

Or upload Category Image on category pages.

1. CMS - "Header" field

2. Ecommerce Category - category name

3. Ecommerce Product - product name

4. Blog list - blog name

5. Blog post - post name

6. News/Events item - news/events name


Blog and News/Events module also contain subtitle that is pushed automatically from modules

The Finish Line is Never Far

Every race is hard.  The short distances you push yourself until you puke.  The long course races teach you there is no shame in how you finish.  It’s all about crossing the finish line.

I like to say that I bring in the “top of the rear pack.”  However, the truth is that I have found the richest rewards in being almost last or finishing after the cut-off time.  I never quit nor do I ever stop believing that finishing is a prize in and of itself. To be clear – I am the fastest slow person!

As much as I joke that I “get my money’s worth” out of every race, I also take pride in the achievement of countless triathlon miles.

I also believe that I have been blessed by angels who have ushered me to the finish line each time.

On Monday, December 1st, not long after the official cut off time, I finished my first Ironman 140.6-mile race in Cozumel, Mexico. 

The journey to finish took the help of greater forces and random strangers.

The easy part was the swim.  I finished 2.4 miles in 1 hour and 46 minutes.  I left the crystal blue waters feeling resilient.

The winds on the 112-bike ride were relentless!  The first loop was great.  The second remained hard. The third was pure agony.   As the sun began to set, I rode the last miles in the dark.  While a pit-bull chased me the fear of being disqualified set in.

 Finally, I reached transition.  The officials stared with apologetic looks. I stood there crying.  Honestly, I think they felt sorry for me.  As I walked away and accepted defeat, the official tapped me on the shoulder.  He asked, "Would you like to try and finish?"  I managed a weak, "Si!"

 I changed and started walking 26.2 miles.  I couldn't stop crying.  Several athletes came by and told me not to give up. One looked just like my brother, another like an elected official, and a third resembled one of my volunteers.  It was as if I had been visited by the “Three Ghosts of Christmas Past!”

All had the same advice: “Don’t give up and drink everything you can!”

I took their advice and got a second wind. I began to run.  

 At the 4.7 mark I saw my husband and son.  Their love and excitement gave me encouragement.  I said I didn't think I would make the cut.  Both replied, "Who cares?  Just finish!"  Their words pushed me onward.

 At the 18th mile a woman yelled out to me, "Go help that lady finish!"  I caught up to her and said, "Would you like to run and walk with me?"  She replied, "I don't speak English."  I held up my bib and introduced myself.  She did the same.  Griselda became my new best friend. 

 Together Griselda and I ran and walked every other 30 seconds.  We stayed together until the 25th mile.  Then Griselda’s knee gave out.  She turned to me, motioned, and said, "Vamanos!”.

 Suddenly I got a huge adrenaline rush.  I started running like I was on fire.

With each step I could hear people yelling from bars and street corners.  There were Americans stepping out, running next to me, and yelling," GOOOO!  You are an Ironman!"

 It was an incredible feeling to have strangers yelling for you.

As I neared the finish line, I could see that the jumbotron was turned off. The announcer had gone. The balloons were deflated, and the timing clock was turned off.

But in that moment of despair, a group of locals and athletes started to cheer.  I could see them jumping up and down. Suddenly they were running towards me.  For an instant I forgot my own identity.  I was not a middle-aged working housewife from Florida – I was an Ironman!

The group yelled, hugged, and embraced me like a long-lost daughter!  I kept muttering, “But I did not make the official cut off!  How can I be an Ironman?”

As the crowd enveloped me in Agape love, one man reached out for my shoulders.  He clenched them tight and said, “You never gave up!  You didn't quit!  You are Ironman!"  I continued to cry more, and a lady stepped forward with a red rose and gently tapped it on my forehead and said, "I proclaim you Ironman!"

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my family, and I left the warm comfort of those strangers.  I believe they were angels sent just for me.  They had brought me home. 

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