The Support Crew in the Arena …

It is not the individual athlete who counts; not our sacrifice to become stronger, faster, more aero; or the moments where the race could have gone better. The credit belongs to the support crew who makes the journey possible, whose sacrifice is measured by more than our simple absence; who encourages constantly; who loves and misses us with every passing lap, mile, and minute, because there is no effort possible without them. They strive to support our endeavors; they know great enthusiasms, loud cowbells, witty signs, and great devotions; they dedicate themselves to our cause; at our best they can … Continue reading The Support Crew in the Arena …

The Phoenix Inside …

In Greek mythology, the phoenix is a long-lived bird that is cyclically reborn – dying in flames and arising from the ashes.   The most engaging stories and symbols have their foundation in truth and application to life.   The pine barrens along the Atlantic coast of the Midwest and northeast US occur on dry, acidic, infertile soils.  To thrive and survive, the various pitch pine trees and other indigenous flora require periodic fires to clear-out the less fire-resistant species.  The natural flora is reborn from the ashes and continues to thrive.   The pine barrens continue to thrive, if … Continue reading The Phoenix Inside …

Numbers don’t lie …

2015 was a strong year for me. Raced my first 70.3, saw some material gains over 2014 race times, and managed to make it to the podium in some thinly-attended events.  I raced my first half-marathon and finished within an untied shoelace of my personal goal of 2 hours. But like Oprah says, “When you know better, you do better.” This year, I have a coach. In the past 8 weeks I have run more “logged runs” on Strava than in 2015 in aggregate and covered about half the total distance with those runs.  I’m nearly 15lbs lighter, running a … Continue reading Numbers don’t lie …

Moonlit solitude …

   No cars.  No barking yard dogs.  No streetlights.  All is silent.  Breathe. Relax. Pace. Build. I’m tired and thinking it might be in my best interest to skip this run.  Getting an extra hour of sleep sounds nice. Everyone is sleeping except me.  Is this considered “today’s” run if it’s after midnight?  Doesn’t matter.  The moon is so bright that I don’t even need the headlamp that is erasing any suggestion of night. That was a slow mile – I can still turn around and get some extra sleep. Mile two was slow too, more excuses.  I’m tired.  That’s … Continue reading Moonlit solitude …

The taste of progress …

   We all want to see those “immediate” results and sometimes it happens.  It wasn’t there and now it is.  Like the management parable of The Chinese Bamboo Tree, results can be swift and noticeable … But they all began long ago as a seed or a notion that was properly nourished through dedication, patience, perseverance, and love – then all at once – life.  These “immediate” results become the landmarks of our efforts and progress. To the untrained eye, results were swift, tangible, and easily replicable.  The prudent (wo)man knows better. My “first” run began about five years ago … Continue reading The taste of progress …

Road to Cedar Point-Week 3

Week 3 is in the books and it was a demanding week … time-wise.  Due dates for work coming into month-end, family-time, and trying to help clean-up around the house.  Has anyone fed the bunny rabbit today?  When was the last time I vacuumed under the kitchen table?  The kids are due for some play dates – whose around this weekend?  If everyone is sound asleep by 9, I might be able to get everything done. You know … we’ve all been there.  I didn’t get to finish any of my swim sets this week … the lifeguards were nice enough to not … Continue reading Road to Cedar Point-Week 3

I’m not worth this …

Cycling is a sport where success and performance is often measured in dollars and grams.  When cycling is the fastest way to finish a triathlon, it becomes easy to focus on the “needs” and “wants” for top performance gear. But there is a slippery slope away from buying a faster bike split. My loved ones are my #1 fans and they understand that I am both competitive and pragmatic.  So when I say “that’s so expensive, it’s wasted on me” or “I’d be better off skipping the donuts than trying to shave grams off my bike” they know I’m saying … Continue reading I’m not worth this …