I just looked in the mirror and can’t be sure I recognize the person staring back at me. Just over a year ago (and for all of my life, really) I would have gone out of my way to avoid
My mother is active, energized, and a searcher of truth. My father is laid back, a methodical saver of energy, and a man with exceptional hand-eye coordination. Mom is a passionate doer; dad a purveyor of logic. I, am all
I realize this is a little off, but the calendar has flipped and it makes me a tad anxious. True count is 116 days, which is more toward 4 months, but it’s coming quick!
Allison started training with the Fab Five in January and has stayed with us the whole way. She was right there in early January, hammering spin bikes for hours, then joining us for frigid “brick” runs through the shadiest Nashville
I’ve never been much of a morning guy, but NOW . . . I seem to roll out of bed at ridiculous hours. Today was 5 am so I could join other triathletes for open water swim. The worst part?
Last Saturday, Jim, Allie, and coach Robbiewent to Panama City to crush Gulf Coast. The following is a race recap from Robbie who continually inspires me with his words and actions. He takes us through his preparation, his game plan,
One of the bonuses of doing a race in the rain can be the gritty nature of the photography. The wet roads and raindrops make for an excellent backdrop. I mean, I actually sorta look like a triathlete in this
Gotta love my mom. She has no idea why her oldest son would put himself through something like Ironman training, but she is absolutely ecstatic about my quest. We spoke today while I was picking out flowers to put around
From the documentary.
Hopefully they are sleeping as I write this, but some of my training buddies and our coach will soon be running into the Gulf of Mexico waves to begin their 70.3 mile trek around Panama City. I really wish I