My Story
Every day, I'm thankful for the gift of triathlon
I have always been a runner and thought I was in pretty good shape. But at the age of 43, over a period of about six weeks, I rapidly lost weight from 185 to 154 pounds.
Having exhausted every possible avenue to get to wear headphones in my first half Ironman I finally accepted the fact that I was going to swim 1.2 miles, bike 56 miles and run 13.1 miles without music.
As an introduction, I am a lifelong athlete. During my high school years in Fairfax, Virginia, I played football and baseball. I was not a runner. At James Madison University I played on the school’s Ultimate Frisbee team and started to go for runs around campus for some fresh air and exercise. After college there was, and continues to be, that job thing going on, but I ran after work and I have completed 10ks, half marathons and a couple of marathons.
Three years ago my friend Ivan Goodstein started to train for the NYC Marathon. A couple of his high school friends had done it and over a couple of drinks, they talked him into it. In addition, his wife had formed a charity benefiting children with special needs — it was near to her heart as they have a daughter with special needs. He figured he would run the race as a charity event and in the process get in shape
Summer break was just around the corner and we would be making our long trek from Dallas, Texas, to my grandparents’ place in Oregon. I loved going to my grandparents’ because they lived in the country where we were free to explore all day long and I could shoot my BB gun at all kinds of fascinating things — if only I could stay healthy!
In a lot of ways, athletics have always defined me. It might have started in the hot tub at a very young age where I learned how to swim. Or perhaps it was just the simple association that developed in people’s minds when they would see me doing cartwheels on the sidelines while my dad coached high school football. However it began, I have always had a passion for sports.