Thursday, July 11, 2013

Baby Bjorna Borger, Foot Surgery, & Real Estate



I decided to clear my head a bit and take a short break from real estate thinking and diaper wiping and give an update...mostly because I know everyone is eagerly awaiting hundreds of baby pictures - the ones your friends post on Facebook by the hundreds, because a handful isn't enough since their baby is just too darn cute! You tell yourself you won't be that dad, but once your baby arrives all that goes out the window when you realize he or she is far cuter than any other.  The truth is, not only is my baby better, but she's also perfect. She doesn't cry, she's well mannered, and she doesn't even poop. She's an angel.  So, expect pictures. Lots!
       From January through May, I filled my days with swimming, LOTS of cycling, coaching, and a few months of real estate school. I moved on from my previous job and yes, I went back to school! I had been working in and around homes for years, and actively been involved with sales for several years.  Since studying real estate in college and well before the day I gutted and remodeled my house with my brother (think trashed, urine stained, disgusting distressed house that has been totally brought back to life with a year and a half of TLC), I've had my mind on real estate. I've also hand my hand in managing various full home remodels the past few years. I love transforming homes and helping people find a home that's a fit. Getting licensed was always something I wanted to do, and it's something that I needed to do. It was the right time. I was initially held back the past few years a bit by fear of a paycheck tied to a full commission job (similar to my job last year), but ended up moving forward since real estate is what I love and what I want to do; no sense wasting time working in a field where you have no passion and things feel a bit stale. I experienced a bit of this working a few years in accounting out of college. I loved working with numbers and detail, but I yearned for more interaction with people. You have to do something where you feel you can help people, and that your efforts are valuable.  I passed up a few real estate opportunities last year since I wasn't licensed, another factor influencing my decision to become a realtor, but a lot of why I got into it was due to the opportunity to build relationships with people.  Relationships are what I love.  I love that real estate is not about selling someone a useless product, it's about having a hand in fulfilling a need. After real estate school came studying and prep for the state and national exam to get licensed, which was followed by office training and getting everything up and running on the real estate front - joining a managing broker, getting licenses in place, insurance, association applications, website up, business cards designed and made, for sale signs made, and diving in full force.  I decided to partner with Keller Williams Realty as my managing broker. KW is a company backed by great people, with great ethics and support, and the DTC office is about 10 minutes from home. It's the largest real estate company in the US terms of agent count, and has been a good fit so far.  I founded Podium Properties, my business I operate
in connection with Keller Williams as a KW agent. Ultimately, you are selling yourself, not a company name, but it's important to create your brand and image, and develop goals and have accountability. Why Podium Properties?  Well, the podium (in athletics and elsewhere) represents top level performance - a step above the rest, and the results of total commitment to the cause. I liked what it represented and the tie into my goal as a realtor; those who know me know I'm an all in type of person. It's hard for me to go 1/2 way into something. I like how Podium Properties flows and what it represents.  I've started working with clients for my first handful of listings, which has been fun.  I also have my hand in managing 4 full home remodel jobs getting properties ready to bring on the market. I get giddy managing the whole process, being able to pick out the design of the entire house, and seeing properties completely transformed.  It's been quite the scene at Home Depot lately - a guy with a pink cast riding around on a knee scooter (explained below), attempting to push carts full of tile and paint, while my wife Amy is lugging a car seat and diaper bag in one arm with boxes of light fixtures in the other arm. She is a trooper!  Things have been a bit crazy around here.

Back to the important stuff!  Riley Grace (aka Bjorna Borger) joined Amy and me on June 7th after a long 24 hours of labor. I joked for the past year about naming my first child Bjorn Borger, since I needed to make sure they turned out to be a super-athlete (think tennis star Bjorn Borg...er).  There was an ongoing joke for months that Bjorn was the name of choice, though when we found out it was a girl, the change to Bjorna had to be made.  When Bjorna arrived and when we were asked to fill out a birth certificate, we made a last minute switch to Riley, as we felt selecting the name Bjorna, a Swedish name, could be misleading and wouldn't truly represent my Dutch roots. We (when I say we, I mean "I" am, and since Amy married me, that means "we") are Dutch, not Swedes. Anyways.. Riley may not be Dutch, but it's less Swedish, so we went with it. That's the real reason ;) .
         I'm not exactly sure what happened 9 months ago in Denver. Well, I am, but I'm not sure why. Did Denver have a crazy snowstorm where no one could get to work? Was there a Barry White concert nearby? Maybe.  All I know is the labor and delivery unit was packed.  All rooms were full so we joined 2 other ladies in the backup triage room for about the first 7 hours.  There were curtains between us and the other two and a small divider wall, so it wasn't bad at all - though after the doctor was explaining C section procedures and instructions to the lady next to us, I thought things were about to get crazy.  They moved her down the hall for her delivery, so we didn't get to hear the play by play. A regular delivery room opened up in the evening, and Amy was moved from the small space to a fancy hotel style room.

Labor is amazing. Yes, it's kinda gross, bloody, scary, stressful, painful, and exhausting, but it's truly amazing.  I don't know how anyone who witness a labor isn't convinced there's a God.  The whole process is a miracle, from conception to the fact the body grows an organ (placenta) which provides everything the baby needs for 9 months and then discards it when it's no longer needed, to the milk that comes a few days after birth. Food that keeps the baby alive and well is magically produced after a baby is born, yet never any other time in a women's life.  That, to me, is mind blowing. If the entire process, from 9 months ago to after birth wasn't designed, that's extremely hard for me to believe.
Being a dad has been great.  Riley is a very chill baby, not much crying, just a lot of squeaking and plenty of grunting.  It's still kinda surreal, and crazy to think we created this little thing that started the size of a bean.
I threw a wrench into things a bit by having my foot surgery a week after Riley was born, but it needed to get done as I had waited months, was very antsy to get it over with and on the road to recovery and being a triathlete again. Also, I needed to be able to drive by the time Amy went back to work in early August.  (I explained my foot injury cause by a new running shoe in my last post HERE). I had put my triathlon season on hold for months already, and the motivation to be ready for 2014 is extremely high.  Honestly it was a bigger procedure and recovery than I expected, and it's affected me a lot more than anticipated - both mentally and physically.
I have a bit of a different perspective now, 3 weeks after surgery, than I did the week after. It was pretty rough at first. 
Pre-surgery, all smiles.
When you end up spending 6-8 hours a day on the couch, which is what I did for the first week, not able to get around, make a meal, go to the restroom as normal, take a shower, and really do much of anything, it's hard not to let it affect your spirits.  It wasn't until I was immobilized that I realized how active of a person I am - not just as an athlete, but as a person who simply can't sit still. I need to be doing something productive - mowing the yard, cleaning the gutters, vacuuming the house, organizing something, working on projects and the remodel jobs I'm managing.   I understand the power and importance of positive thinking, but I won't lie, it was surely a struggle that first week.  What really brought me to a low place was an accident that happened a week after surgery. I fell while on crutches when leaving the hospital after visiting my sister, who also had her newborn Katelyn two weeks after Riley. I caught either my shoe or the tip of my crutch on an edge of the sidewalk and went sprawling face forward. The worst part was that this happened while I was (foolishly) lifting my baby's car seat to try to help out and move her closer to the car. Amy had pulled up the car close to the hospital entrance, and was on her way to get the car seat from me. I attempted to lift the car seat, hop on one foot, and was going to hand her to my wife. Still stumped on why I'd attempt something so foolish, since it would save about 2 seconds of time,  but I think naturally I was having a hard time feeling unable to help out much. It was hard seeing Amy do so much after having Riley, and something deep down was feeling the need to prove I can take care of myself as well as Riley.   I also got extremely overconfident in my 1-footed hopping skills, which was also a poor decision since 1-legged hopping isn't a real sport. I viewed it as a means to get around a bit, and heck, if I was going to hop, I was going to be dang good at it. Clearly I wasn't thinking straight...maybe I can blame it on the meds I was on.  When I tripped the car seat tumbled and I hit the deck face first. The car seat rolled onto it's side. Thank the Lord Riley was strapped in. The seat hit the pavement as I landed partly on it, it rolled sideways, and Riley began to cry. I can't explain the horror I felt being mid air and watching this unfold.  All I cared about was Riley; thankfully she was totally fine.  I felt shooting pains in my surgically repaired foot as I landed partially on it.
The peroneus brevis attaches to the base of the 5th metatarsal, the spot of the fracture
At the moment, I thought I was in serious trouble.  I thought I had ripped out my sutures, and that my surgery may have to be redone. I rode home in the back seat of the car in shock. I was red in the face, tears coming from my eyes, completely drained from the past two weeks and so angry at myself for what I had done in putting Riley in that situation, not to mention what I had thought I'd done to my foot.  It shook me up for about a week and brought me to a low place.  I felt extreme guilt among many other emotions.  I didn't know if I'd be able to run normally again. I kept thinking what would happen if my foot didn't heal correctly due to what I'd done.
           I saw the Dr. the next morning after the fall, and he thought likely things were okay, but would have a better idea in a few weeks. I got another x-ray, but the he had used an absorbable screw to attach the sutures, so the x-ray was not helpful in determining if the suture anchor was in place.
 I recently went back a week ago and got a hard cast put on, which I have for 4 weeks total.  I decided to choose pink because...well, why not?  Baby girl...pink cast...I figured it was fitting. Plus, it adds a little spunk to life; you only live once, right?  It was my first ever broken bone and cast, so I figured I'd go pink or go home.  The Dr. thought the healing looked ok, which was good news.  He did have to detach my peroneus brevis tendon to excise the bone fragment during the surgery, so the healing process will likely be a bit longer than I first anticipated, and I don't think the hard cast was originally in the plan before the surgery.

The battle wounds 1 week after surgery
Amy has been amazing in driving me to the office every morning, and picking me up later in the day. Everything takes about 50 times as long on crutches, though I got hooked up with a set of new wheels in the form of a rented knee scooter. It even has a basket on the front! Sounds silly, but honestly this thing has lifted my spirits so much. It's changed my life from life on crutches, really. I can get around a bit now. I made it to the gym the other day for a light upper body weights session, have been able to cruise around Home Depot, the grocery store, the mall, and everywhere in between. I've gotten used to it, and don't even notice the funny looks any more.
1st workout back
I am expecting 3 more months until I will be able to run, yet can swim and ride the bike sooner.  It will be a journey, just like last year was as I struggled with barriers getting in the way of racing, and only racing twice, but it will make the comeback that much sweeter.  I was thinking back, and I will probably have less than 20 runs under my belt in the past year and a half. I don't expect the comeback to be easy, but nothing good comes easy.  I'm determined to race at the pro level again, and at a higher level than I have yet.
Knee scooter grocery-ing

I constantly remind myself it's important to keep things in perspective, and Riley has helped with that.  She reminds me every day that life is great, and that things like injuries are just small speed bumps along the way - nothing that should depress us nor things we should dwell on when life around us is so good, and there are more important things in life than sport. The important thing is that Riley is healthy, and my wife's labor went smoothly, and we were blessed with a beautiful baby girl, which has changed my life. It's also made me realize how grateful I need to be when I'm back training that I have the ability to train. I've vowed never to complain about another workout (let's see if I can hold myself to that!).  The ability to do what we do daily is something we often take for granted.

Thanks for reading. I can't wait to get back in action, and I can't wait to teach my little girl how to play sports and how to become a world champion in something ;).

I know you're dying to see more pictures, so here you go:


One benefit of surgery was lots of this
1 week old
Timex baby-sized headband
1 week old
I'm outnumbered with 3 ladies at home.
Riley's first trip to the pool






































Monday, May 13, 2013

Broken Bones & Baby Borger (coming soon!)


Hello world!  If I have any blog followers left out there, thanks for sticking around. It's been 8 months since I've checked in last, and life has been crazy. I left off last in September with a blog post about Ironman Canada, and I explained how I had previously been searching for balance in life and for the love of the triathlon lifestyle I once had. I told you that I was beginning to get the fire back inside to get back after it. After Ironman Canada I was extremely busy working for the roofing company through late-October before things slowed down, and I honestly didn't have the time to train. I had plans of starting real training again, but I found these plans getting pushed back week after week - just too much going on in my life.  I was also working home remodel management jobs on the side, in addition to the roofing company and coaching athletes.
Things changed one day on a job in December. I had an incident happen. I won't go into details but that day shook me up like no other.  I was scared, and I lost sleep for a few weeks, but eventually calmed down and came away totally rethinking how I was spending my life. I came away shaken in realizing that life isn't guaranteed, each day is a gift. I am a person who tries to control everything, and sometimes things are simply out of our control. It's hard to accept sometimes, but it's part of life and we need to learn to deal with that. Events like the one I had make you realize that life is short, and tomorrow isn't guaranteed. It kicks you in the rear and yells at you to "live a meaningful life!" Do things that matter!  Live for something greater than yourself! Don't waste it.  It's been a recurring theme in my mind lately.  Really, we aren't guaranteed another day, but we spend our efforts living for things that don't last. Three nights ago I was reminded of this again. I was driving home around 9pm and pulled up on a horrific scene - I drove by a man laying in the road after just being hit by a car.  His life was over, and the police were directing traffic around the scene. No one was rushing to his aid as it was already over, and no one had come yet to cover up his body. Just like that, in an instant, life can end. It was a horrible sight.  Again it reminded me that life is a gift. At the end of the day you realize that life is a blessing.  You realize that time spent on useless things isn't time well spent.  You realize what kind of car you drive doesn't matter, and no one cares about your clothes or the things you have, or your image you worked so hard on trying to preserve... it all doesn't really matter. You can live daily with the goal being to attain wealth, things, status, etc., and in the end it really doesn't matter. Life is short and time is valuable. 
A gift from Westmont, my baby will be representing!
Late last year, life was feeling a bit shallow again, and I knew I was searching for something more. I felt like I was waking up daily simply for a paycheck. I missed deep conversation and more interaction with those I had meaningful relationships with.  The god I was serving was one of work and money, and it felt at the time like that as about it.  I also felt physically awful. I hadn't done much in months in terms of training, and my body was beginning to feel it.
  I had stopped triathlon training due to being consumed with work. It was especially easy to justify my lifestyle at the time as I had thoughts of my responsibilities in becoming a father and providing for my family...Yes, the big news! (which isn't new news anymore, but some of you may not have heard yet).  Soon after Ironman Canada we found out my wife Amy was pregnant, and we are expecting a little girl any day now, with a due date of June 8. Whoa! I can't wait though, it will be great!
Kona is intrigued with the baby bump
In early January, after the on the job incident, I once again realized I was about the throw away all my hard work in triathlon if I didn't give it another go.  I felt I'd be hit with regret if I did. Plus, I was excited about it again... which is what I had been waiting for.  The fire began to come back, and I decided to give it a go again, but I approached things differently this time, taking my lessons learned in the past with me.  I didn't tell many people, as I really didn't have a need to, but I signed up with a new coach, John Spinney of QT2 Systems after being invited to the QT2 Pro triathlon camp in Florida in February put on by renown coach Jesse Kropelnicki.  I thought John would be a good fit, which he has been, and I loved the team aspect of QT2 and have becoming a believer in the coaching philosophy. Part of my decision to join the QT2 group was the team feel of being a coached athlete of QT2. You get to know the others well, and end up having a natural support system. You also want to see the other athletes succeed. 
 In my mind, my new approach to triathlon was this: a balanced approach, one with the purpose of doing the sport completely for myself (and my family), while keeping perspective on everything else in life. There was no more racing to impress others, or to achieve an image of this amazing 'pro' triathlete for self glorification, or bragging rights, or anything like that. This meant no need for triathlon talk on Facebook, Twitter, blogs, etc - at least for a while. No trying to impress people online with workouts and accomplishments.  No more wasting time thinking or caring about what anyone thought about what I was doing with triathlon or why I was doing it. This was about going back to the roots, about racing for fun again, and because I'm competitive by nature - racing because I love competition and too see how far I can take my talents.
As I mentioned, in February I went to the last 8 days of a 17 day QT2 pro camp in Clermont, FL.  Coach Jesse spoke to us one day about racing with external pressures, and how so many pros (new pros especially) completely drown themselves in self-inflicted pressures. They create them in many ways, like talking themselves up in person and online, boasting about training, chasing 'sponsors' whom they then feel obligated to perform well under, hyping things up on Facebook, Twitter, blogs, etc, and telling everyone they know exactly what they did for training daily, and where they are heading next to race.  I'm not saying I've never been guilty of this stuff, I have.  Triathlon is already a self-centered sport, and it's easy to get caught up in the "it's all about me" hype.   I went through that phase, and I get why athletes do it, but I also see the pressure it puts on us, and to be honest, it often hurts our race performances.  When you fly under the radar, race for yourself only, and don't give a d%$* what people think about you or who you have to try to impress - well, that's when you can simply go race for the love of the sport, and you'll likely race faster. There's no pressure, and it becomes fun again. So, I knew I needed that approach, and so I took it, and it was refreshing.  That's why there were no blog posts from me about the epic camp, nor Facebook updates about our training or anything like that. Also, I never told many people I was planning to race the New Orleans 70.3 in April. I wanted to show up without any of those pressures, and enjoy racing. Plus, not many people asked much about it.  Jesse explained it like this: with these external pressures, often many athletes become MAF athletes -  "Motivated by Avoiding Failure", instead of MAS athletes, as they once were - those who are "Motivated to Achieve Success."  Instead of racing to see how well you can do, you find yourself racing to survive, and simply to avoid failure and avoid letting others down. The goal becomes to "not fail" rather than "to win" - which inhibits our ability to let out full potential. We have forgotten the purpose of racing. Now, this whole 'avoid pressure' thing isn't about being soft or the inability to handle pressure. It's just smart.  Obviously some pressure will always be there, and one needs to handle it; there's just no need for unnecessary distractions.
This winter I spent a ton of time on my new Scott Plasma
thanks to Kompetitive Edge!
             As I mentioned, I began training again at the beginning of January. I was ready to get back into it, and I now had the time again in my schedule for the first time in 7 months. Eventually I had to leave my job due to personal convictions and the way things were being done there, and lack of being paid when owed - and it was good to put my energy back into triathlon and plan what I wanted to pursue next.  After last year's lingering heel spur issues and IT band syndrome, I decided to try a new running shoe starting back up this time around. I went a bit risky and tried Newton Running shoes. The shoes work for many, but they've also caused a slew of issues for others, and unfortunately I'm in the latter boat. After about 8 or 9 short, slow, easy runs in the shoes, I developed a pain on the outside of my right foot one run after 20 minutes into it.  I ran again the next day, very easily, and the pain was still there - a bit worse this time.  After 3 consecutive painful runs in the shoes, I ditched them and went back to my Brooks - my go to shoe for the past 10 years. That said, I couldn't rid the pain.  Fast forward a few weeks, and I had stopped running completely. I almost cancelled plans to go to the QT2 pro camp in February- but I decided to go and get in the group swims and bike workouts, and a bit of running if possible. I had a free flight down there, and already had plans to stay with Jessie Donovan and two others in a house for the week. It was a tough call but I decided just to go.
Thanks to a new sponsor, Normatec, I was able to use
my recovery boots daily at the QT2 camp and at home.
It was a great camp, quite intense from starting back into triathlon only a few weeks prior.  I think my weekly swim volume went up from 10,000 yards to almost 38,000 the next...not ideal buildup but it is what it is, and I got through it ok.  We did a huge bike volume week as well - the most mileage I'd ever done in a week; but my body held up fine. It was likely because I only did a few of the runs, and sat the rest out - which was humbling and difficult to do.  I came back from the camp, and my coach John and I decided to hit the bike hard. QT2 believes in bike durability, which is key for long course racing - so a main focus the past few months was on the bike. The bike was really my weakness in the past, and I know to be a strong Ironman athlete, it's all about the bike.   A few weeks ago, I was encouraged and was seeing the work on the bike pay off. I've still got a ways to go, but my power numbers during my 20 minute max test sets were up about 25-30 watts from a year ago.  I was riding 5 to 6 hours every Saturday this winter, and around 8-9 hours many weekends, many rides with a good friend and athlete I coach, Tripp Hipple, who is racing Ironman Texas this weekend.  I was excited, and amped up for my comeback season.
Tripp and I spent way too many hours together sweating in my basement this winter.
The next few months consisted of visiting different physical therapists, getting ART, Graston technique, and dry needling done on my foot, which was very painful (now I know why so painful!).  I was being treated for a bad case of what I was told was most likely peroneal tendonitis. I began to limp around a bit; even walking around the house was painful, especially after cycling or being on my feet a while. The foot pain lingered, week after week, month after month, and unfortunately wouldn't go away, though some days it was better than others.  Foolishly, I didn't get an x-ray early on. Honestly I didn't really even think of it, as I was so certain it wasn't a bone issue. I'd never broken a bone before, and never had a stress fracture, even while running 80 mile weeks in college, and all the running injury experts and physical therapists I saw were telling me it was a bad tendonitis flared up from the rubber lugs on the sole of the Newton shoes.  I was told it wasn't a fracture, since fractures aren't often near the point of pain (which is incorrect).  Certainly I never had guessed the shoes would cause a major issue like this after just 2 weeks in them, but I was wrong. Though few, others have had issues from running in Newtons also.  I assumed what was bad tendonitis in my foot would settle down soon and race season would be a complete success. Unfortunately, this won't be the case. I eventually had the chance (with the help of my amazing sister) to get in for a free MRI, so I jumped on it. I had the MRI the day before I worked a day for my friend Jordan Jones and his wife Amy who own Powder7.com, an online ski shop in Golden. We were up in Vail loading 400 pairs of skis in trucks to haul them back to Denver, when my sister called with the report. She said a radiologist had read the MRI and it showed an avulsion fracture of the 5th metatarsal.

I was completely shocked. Unfortunately, it was (and still is) a displaced fracture, and a non-union at this point since it's been around for so long, meaning the break is slightly out of place and that my bone has separated from the bone it was once attached to.  Originally I thought it was just a stress fracture, but as I researched more and talked to doctors, I realized it was worse. I got a load bearing x-ray a few days later, which confirmed the fracture.  The next week I talked to a number of orthopedic surgeons. Looking back, it all makes sense that it's a fracture, but I'm still stumped on why my foot bone was weak enough to develop a stress fracture (if it started as one, or a regular avulsion fracture) from 8 or 9 runs in the shoes.  I was walking around with pain for months, and never really stayed completely off my foot to give it time for a bone fracture to heal. 
The split at the arrow shows the avulsion fracture in my 5th metatarsal
Since I've waited several months and continued to walk and ride on it, not knowing it was fractured, I likely caused more damage; I'm told it is probably past the window of healing now since the fracture happened so long ago and there was no sign of healing in my x-ray (though there still is a small chance it could heal without surgery).  I had cancelled my trip to Ironman 70.3 New Orleans in April, as well as a few other races I had planned.
So here I sit, realizing my 'comeback' triathlon season likely may not exist this year; I'm a bit crushed honestly.  It's tough to swallow after what happened last year, where I only raced twice, and after many hours training to get back to the point I was at this year.  That said, I'll keep putting one foot in front of the other.  I will have my comeback, it will just be postponed.  I'm not done yet and I am determined to get back to a high level of racing as soon as possible.
 Right now I am stalling for a month before rushing into surgery, and praying the foot will heal without it, though chances are not good. I've stopped all cycling as well as running, in order to give the foot the best chance possible to heal, but thankfully have still been able to swim to keep my sanity.  If I rushed the surgery now, I'd likely be out for the season; and if I waited to get surgery in a month or two...well, I'd still probably be out for the season. That said, it makes most sense to go all in with one last chance of trying to get this thing heal by staying off the foot.  I'm heading back for more x-rays in a few weeks, and will make a decision then about surgery. They would most likely remove the piece of broken bone completely rather than pinning/screwing it; the difficulty is dealing with and reattaching tendons that are likely connected to the piece of broken bone.  Obviously you can see why I'm hesitant to rush into surgery - that, and my high deductible catastrophic insurance plan.

 I'm also starting a new career in real estate, which is exciting.  I've completed real estate school the past few months, and I'll be taking the real estate exam at the end of May. I've loved working with, in, and on homes the past few years, and have always had a passion for the real estate business and serving people. Real estate is something I have thought about doing for a while now, as I've been involved in about 5 fix and flip jobs or home remodels the past few years in addition to my sales and coaching jobs. My accounting background also fits in well.   It will be work, tons of work, but I'm excited to take on the challenge and have a chance to work for myself, do things the right way, and help people fill a need they have.  I love homes and I love working with people.

I'd be lying if I said I haven't felt the anxiousness of becoming a father, and the thought of hefty  medical bills from surgery is never pleasant of course at a time like this - with a baby on the way, the start of a new career, still being owed money from my previous employer, but it is what is is and everything will work out well in the end. I've been blessed to be in a position to choose what to pursue next.  Being a dad will be one of the best things that's happened to me. I'm sure it will help put everything in perspective.  I can't wait for the day, it's coming soon!


I've been floored by the generosity of so many people.
Lots of pink in our house from lots of baby showers!!

Amy and I in Oceanside, CA during a quick trip to California in March






Tuesday, September 18, 2012

The Ironman Canada Experience

I've finally found time to write an Ironman Canada race report. It was a trip I'll never forget. The past 3 weeks since the race have been some of the busiest weeks of my life; 60+ hour work weeks in addition to coaching, but all is good and life is full of blessings.  I am still looking for a bit more balance in my life, but am learning a lot about myself, as well as (trying to, at least) learn to force myself to take a break at times, which is difficult for me.  In my last post, which was more like a full book in length (found HERE), I explained the struggles I've gone through this year - mentally, physically, and emotionally, and my search for a balanced life involving triathlon. I also shared how I contemplated leaving the sport altogether.  I was amazed and encouraged by what came from that blog post- various emails, messages, and calls from runners and triathletes who shared similar experiences and struggles.  I'm glad the blog post sparked beneficial discussions and enabled me to relate to others and talk through our experiences.
 In that post, I also explained how I felt the need to go and race Ironman Canada; it was something I felt I needed to do.  I've come back from Ironman Canada refreshed (as odd as that may sound) and am excited to get back at it with a new perspective.

As I mentioned in my previous post, I have been injured most of the summer. I entered Ironman Canada with about 8 runs under my belt in the past 2 1/2 months leading up to the race due to a lingering heel spur that I couldn't get to calm down, a calf tear in my right leg, and tendonitis in my left knee which flared up again due to changing running shoes around in efforts to rid the pain of the heel spur.  I ran a 12.5 mile run 6 days prior to the race, in which I made it 7 miles until having to walk off and on the remaining miles due to my knee. I didn't run after that until race day, as I knew I needed to stay off the running legs to get all the inflammation down before the race. After that run, I looked into getting a cortisone shot, and was convinced out of it by a doctor who explained that he has seen the injection actually flare up the pain in the part of the knee in consideration in other runners who have had the injection, rather than help it.  I opted for a prescription anti-inflammatory /pain killer (after making sure it was not on the banned substances list, of course), which I took every 12 hours for 5 days leading up to the race...and thankfully it worked... very, very well. 
Other than the 12.5 mile run, I had run a few 8 mile runs and a few 5 miles runs. Unfortunately, that was all I was able to do in the months leading up to the race. Obviously, I knew 100% that the run leg would be rough, and at some time I would blow up, it was just a matter of when. I had never run over 18.5 miles before, and that run was three years ago, and only a couple of runs longer than 13 miles earlier in the winter, and zero brick workouts since April. Obviously, prep was far from ideal, though I knew I could get through it as long as my heel or knee didn't flare up too badly. After all, Ironman is a battle of keeping nutrition right, and of the mind anyways...who needs training ;).

We had a big crew up in Penticton, BC which included my wife Amy, my sister Kristyn and her two kids, my parents, as well as my mother-in-law and father-in-law, Tom. Tom also raced, which was really the big reason I was there, since I committed to racing it with him months ago. If Tom hadn't raced it, none of this would have happened.  I was less nervous for this race than any other race I'd done in the past few years, which was a nice change.  Most of this was because my goal was simply to finish the race.  I had no pressure, and just wanted to have a good time and enjoy the experience. I had to humble myself a bit, knowing I had to race in the pro division, and knowing I wouldn't be at the front of the race.

The SWIM
The age group swim start of 2500 athletes
 Before the swim start
There were about 18 pro men in the race. We started 15 minutes ahead of the 2500 other athletes, at 6:45am.  My plan for the swim was to simply stay calm, swim easy and steadily, which I did, and save as much in the tank as I could. I knew it was going to be a long day.  It was my longest consecutive swim to date, but it felt good and easy. I swam about 57 minutes, nothing to write home about at all, but came out of the water with the main large pro swim pack and feeling very fresh.  I think the swim leader swam a 53 or 54 minute split, and Matt Russell, the race winner, swam a 1:02.  It shows you that Ironman distance racing surely is a distance where weaker swimmers can still be successful in the sport. Matt is a prime example. Props to Matt as he learned to swim only about 2 years ago. The swim felt slow, very slow, and very easy, which was a bit of a surprise.  I knew it was going to be a long day, so was fine with taking the swim easy and relaxed.  My TYR Freak of Nature from the guys at Kompetitive Edge was amazing. Honestly, that wetsuit is like nothing I've ever worn, mostly because of the amazing shoulder flexibility it offers.
The swim course is outlined in the orange buoys. 2.4 miles.
The city of Penticton & the swim start with Skaha Lake in the background, where the majority of the marathon course was
I had never experienced the "change tent" in transition 1 before, which was kinda fun.  Athletes run out of the water to the wetsuit strippers, where they sit down on the ground while the strippers rip off the suit.  Athletes then grab their bike gear bags and run into the change tent where they can take a seat inside on folding chairs.  While putting on the bike gear, volunteers stuff the wetsuits back into the gear bag for the athletes. The volunteers at this race were amazing, so helpful! I've never experienced volunteers like this before, so thank you to all the volunteers!

The BIKE
The 112 mile bike was my 4th ever ride over 100 miles.  Due to my insufficient training due to my work schedule and injuries, I knew I needed to play it conservative the first 60-70 miles. There are two mountain passes on the challenging bike course, with the first starting at about mile 60.  Due to my new job, I was able to ride on average once (to up to twice) a week during July and August. I rode one 115 mile ride, two 80 mile rides, and a couple 60 milers.  Obviously, training was far from ideal and far from a true proper Ironman plan.  Due to this, my plan was to keep my average wattage below 235 the first half of the bike, and rely solely on my power meter, forgetting about what race position I was in or who was around me.  I had averaged about 270 watts in a half ironman last year (Rev3 South Carolina), when I was more fit, so I calculated that anything much over a 230-235 watt average simply wouldn't be doable without totally blowing up at the end of the bike or on the run. About 15 miles into the race I was caught by a pack of 4 pros riding together, including race champ Matt Russell, who is a stellar bike-runner.  I keyed off the group for about 10 minutes, trying to pace with them slightly ahead of me, though saw my average wattage raise to about 265-270 watts at that time, so knew I needed to be smart, back off, and let them go, which was difficult and humbling.  I rode nearly the entire first 80 miles of the bike course completely solo with not many other riders in site, other than the women's race leader whom I passed about half way through (until she took an accidental wrong turn and short-cutted about 10 minutes off the course and ended up well in front of me again...she never did complete the full 112 miles, but I won't rat her out ;).  I averaged 240 watts for the first half, with a max 5 min average at 306 watts, which was while climbing up the first mountain pass. That said, the last 20 miles of the bike were pretty rough. I was ready to be off the bike.
I nailed my nutrition perfectly on the bike according to my race plan (500-600 calories per hour), which consisted of Powerbar gels, Saltstick tablets, one Powerbar, 2 bottles of coke, 1 bottle of Generation UCAN, and a number of bottles of Powerbar Perform drink and water.

The RUN
I started the run forcing myself to run slower than I felt like I wanted to. My big fear on the run, as always is muscle cramping. My salt tablet plan on the bike had worked perfectly, and I knew I needed to keep taking in salt on the run.   I know the Ironman is all about patience and pacing.  My GPS was reading 7:08 pace the first few miles, though it felt much slower. My plan was to run about 7:20 pace for the first 1/2 marathon, and hang on for dear life the 2nd half.  I've never really run anything slower than 7:15 pace in training, ever, even on my easiest recovery days, but knew it was necessary. I ran about 7:15 per mile pace for the first 9 miles or slow, and slowly saw the pace creep a bit slower into the 8 minute range around mile 11 or 12.  As I new it would be, it was simply a matter of when , not if, the giant gorilla would jump on my back, also known as hitting the wall. At about mile 7, my knee pain flared up a bit, though it went away less than half a mile later. I was shocked, and so thankful. I kept getting in the nutrition all throughout the run, taking advantage of most aid stations. Again, like the bike, I nailed my nutrition almost perfectly on the run. 
Right at the 13 mile mark of the run. Proof that the gorilla jumping on my back wasn't just in my imagination.
Around mile 13, the sufferfest really began. My quads were completely shot at that point, and my achilles tendons were both very flared up. I've never pushed through such shredded legs before as I did that last half marathon. Those were the two things that slowed me down - the quads and the achilles tendons.  It was inevitable due to my lack of run training volume, that the body couldn't handle the stress any better.  I simply kept one foot in front of the other, kept taking in my nutrition, pouring water on my head, and trudged to the line.  I was running 10 minute miles the last 8 miles or so, at least, though it felt like I was running about 6:45 pace. Funny how that is ;)
At the run turnaround after the special needs stop. Luckily I didn't need my pain killers I had stashed in my special needs bag.
The last 4 miles, unfortunately I had to make 4 or 5 stops at the restrooms along the course, as I was dealing with some digestive issues, which cost me about 5 minutes. I was able to run the last mile in 8:05, probably due to small boost of adrenaline. I finished the race in 10 hours and 1 minute, which really was right around what I suspected I would do.  Many people who had finished Ironmans before explained to me what the finish line feeling would be like. They explained the hype that comes with it, the sense of accomplishment, and the flood of emotion. To be honest, I didn't really experience any of that.  I felt somewhat emotionless at that moment. I think I was just trying to process everything.  I think at that point, I still didn't even realize I was actually there or really know how I ended up there.  Perhaps it was because I didn't train right, and really didn't experience the true Ironman journey to get there like most.  The emotions came later on in the evening, after it was dark, when I went back to watch my father in law and watch the other finishers come cross the line.  I'll never forget it; people raising their hands to the sky, crying, screaming for joy. That, was cool! Those were the times where I felt most emotional, watching those finishers.
Ouch. That was fun. Let's do it again!
I crossed the line in a mad search for drinks, and for restrooms!  Once I stopped jogging, my legs completely seized up.  I was eventually helped to the massage tables, though had to make an urgent rush to the restrooms, which was the unfortunate trend for the next 2 hours - not fun when you literally can't walk, nor sit down. Again, thanks to the amazing volunteers and my wife for shuttling me around.  I did end up on a massage table for about 20 minutes next to my good friend Matt Smith, who had an amazing race.  It was nice to talk to Matt and see him excited about his race. Earlier this summer, I had shared a bit of my journey this year with Matt and his wife Molly, who always had great words of wisdom for me throughout the summer.
In deep thought at the finish...

My father in law Tom finished in 13:22, an hour ahead of his goal, and was able to run nearly the entire marathon other than walking some aid stations. He is an incredible man in so many ways.  Tom did Ironman Coeur D'Alene about 5 or 6 years ago, but had several knee surgeries since then, so we didn't really know how his knees would hold up. He said this Ironman likely would be his last run ever.  He had an incredible race and miraculously, like myself, had almost no pain on the run from injuries.
Tom and Laura after Tom's stellar finish.
I'd be lying if I didn't say the race makes me want to do another one.  After the race came the as expected thoughts of, "I wonder how I could do if I actually was fit and able to train right."  Hopefully I will find out next year and race another.

Thank you all for the support! Here are a few more photos as well as a short video which Canada's Shaw TV aired of Tom & I two days prior to the race.

My father in law Tom & I after his finish.

Explaining to my wife Amy at the finish how I felt like I could do another one, right then! jk

Tom and I at the pre-race dinner



The finish line. The most important part of this picture is my Kompetitive Edge teammate Kendra Lee getting interviewed. Yes, she posted the fastest female time of the day! And she whooped me. Congrats to Kendra on a spectacular race!!

Canada's Shaw TV feature. Click HERE for full Video.


Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Honest Reflections of My Journey as a Triathlete


   Life is good. It’s been a long time since I’ve written, and a lot has happened over the past 4-5 months.  I haven’t always had the energy to write, and certainly not the time to write with a new job as well as my coaching business and training, nor did I always want to share my honest thoughts, as I didn’t always see them as uplifting, encouraging, nor inspiring.  I was struggling.  Here I’ll share a bit about my journey the past 6 months - how my triathlon world got turned upside down, how I almost quit the sport for good, and how I am learning about the importance of a balanced life.
          I want to share a journal entry I wrote early this year back in April. Excuse the rather scattered thoughts and grammatical errors;  I never planned on publishing it online.  It’s an honest reflection of my life as a triathlete, my recent struggles to find joy and balance in life, and more.  Since I wrote this entry, things have come back around. I'm finding more balance and getting back into the swing of normal training (well, will be once I can get a few injuries healed).  I’ll pick up more after the April blog entry; here it is. It’s a long one, so get ready to read a lot!

(Written in early April, 2012)                                                                                                                     " Five days ago I woke up and dressed myself a bit differently than most days. Usually I get out of bed, eat breakfast, and slip on a pair of cycling bibs ready to take on workout #1 of 3.  Last week was different.  I put on my nicest dress pants, buttoned up the dress shirt I had last worn on my wedding day, and put on a tie for the first time since. I had an interview for an accounting job at 10am. Filled with nervousness, excitement, guilt and fear about the possibility of what could lead to a radical lifestyle change, I printed out a few extra copies of my resume and drove to my interview.  I arrived 15 minutes early, sat in my car in the parking lot, and thought to myself, "this could change everything, couldn't it?"  If I was offered the job and I accepted it, I'd quite possibly throw away my triathlon dreams - everything I'd worked towards for the past few years, thousands of hours of training that I really never got to put into complete action with a top performance - though part of me was completely fine with that. It was a job that required about 60 hours a week. At the same time, a decent paycheck for the first time in a few years would be nice. I hadn't really been looking for work, but know I need to consider these opportunities, especially with how the past few months have gone. I've also had more than a few freak-out sessions lately thinking, wow I'm 27 years old and have no idea what I'm doing with my life! I have no career direction. I guess everyone has the mid-life crisis thoughts.
            The past few weeks have been the lowest weeks I've had in my 2 years of pursuing life as a professional triathlete- emotionally, physically, and mentally. I haven't enjoyed what I am doing, and am extremely lonely. In fact, I told my wife I was done with triathlon for good. I've never dreaded training so much as now. Last week was a very emotional week, for various reasons, and a week where I spent hours analyzing my life as a triathlete, how I got here, and fearing for where I am going in my future, as I feel lost with direction. I also spent a few hours on the phone with some close mentor friends of mine (Steve Silverstein, Trevor Stultz,and pastors Jim Domen & John Adams of Multisport Ministries), sharing my thoughts with them.  
                 A few people have asked me why my blog has been so quiet the past few months with no updates. I've said I've been extremely busy, which is true, but it's mostly because I've had so much on my mind I haven't really had the energy to write anything. Today I decided to use the blog to get my thoughts on paper. I may not publish this and may end up deleting it in a week or so, but there's something therapeutic about getting everything out in writing.  
              I will start by saying I am extremely blessed. My life is amazing.  I have been able to choose this triathlon dream lifestyle and pursue it for the past 1.5 years - something not all athletes get the opportunity to do. I pursued the goal of earning my pro license, which I have done. I have raced all over the US, as well as in Canada and Mexico.  It’s been fun. I have been pursuing my dream of becoming a top level professional athlete, but in all honestly it's only fair to myself to acknowledge the struggles that I have faced recently in my journey, and the pressures and burdens I've felt from this lifestyle I've chosen.  Lately I've had fear of exposing these things, since I have a reputation to withhold - as a person, athlete, and coach. I've said to myself, "I can't let anyone know what's really going on inside of me as far as triathlon is concerned. After all, I am a triathlon coach! What will my athletes think? What about my friends, sponsors, family, coach, and everyone else I owe so much to for supporting me in the pursuit?" When your whole identity is in something that seems like it's falling apart, it's not the best feeling. Much of my identity has to do with the sport (which is part of the problem).
  I think these experiences I'm going through will enable me to relate better with the athletes that I coach (and will continue to coach) when they too are going through similar things - when motivation is low, and they may be asking themselves, "why am I doing what I am doing?"  I understand my 'struggles' that I'm expressing here are small in the grand scheme of things in life. Some may view them as irrelevant, because they’re 'not that big of a deal.' I can respect that opinion, since there are many things that are a WAY bigger deal than how I am feeling about triathlon and myself as a person, but that said it's still relevant, because this has been nearly my entire life the past two years – my entire focus and energy.
During this past year I have found myself undergoing enormous motivational swings as far as triathlon training and racing goes.  There have been weeks where I have thrived and enjoyed "chasing my dream,” but there have been just as many if not more, where I have hated it. This wasn't always the case at all, but it has steadily changed to this over the past 6-8 months. I've understood there would be times where I didn't enjoy the training; that is part of any job, but this trend has lingered for many weeks, even months, and I am aware I need it to change. I have forced myself to train 5+ hours a day, mostly alone, day after day, for nearly two years straight, and slowly I am seeing that I am losing the joy and passion for this triathlon lifestyle.  I love the sport of triathlon, and know I always will, but lately I have found some major flaws in the lifestyle. 
 For me to become a top US triathlete, I understand the need to train 30 hours a week.  I have come to realize this is what it takes, week after week, month after month, year after year, to get to the top. There are always outliers, but in general, this is what it takes for most athletes to reach that level of competition. After considering driving to workouts, prepping for upcoming workouts, stretching, strength training, icing, etc, it becomes a 40 hour work week - and that can add up to a lot of hours spent alone on the bike, swimming laps staring at the black line at the bottom of the pool, and running around.  It’s what is required to get to the top. Truth be told, it has become a VERY lonely lifestyle. There are days in which I don't talk to anyone all day long other than a few people at the pool, until I see my wife at night. Whenever people have asked how long I'll continue to pursue triathlon, I've usually responded, "I'm not sure." I know one thing, to succeed in the sport you must enjoy it, and if the lifestyle and pursuit is no longer fun, then something needs to be done.
        I was warned about the risks of a pursuing a lifestyle completely dedicated to triathlon. I was warned by friends and fellow triathletes, that when you put everything into triathlon and things don't go your way, it can hit you hard.  And they're right! But at the same time when I made the decision to train nearly full time (while starting a coaching business and small consignment sales jobs to bring in some income, in addition to a slew of other odd jobs I've done the past 2 years), I knew I'd rather invest a 100% effort and have a chance to succeed, rather than a 50% effort in triathlon while working a full time other job. I had already lived that lifestyle in my days in Santa Barbara when I was pursuing my pro license, and it was not enjoyable when all I did is work and train from 6am til 10pm, every day.  I knew if I gave triathlon a half effort, my chances of succeeding in the sport would be low - and I was willing to take the risk of going all in in order to have the best chance of success.
          The past year I have longed to have a normal life again.  I’ve missed the things I once did - things like going skiing, hiking, playing volleyball, traveling (not for racing), playing basketball, tutoring kids, getting involved in the community more, at church more, or simply taking the dog to the park on a Saturday instead of spending every Saturday training all day by myself, which is my wife’s day off  work.  I miss that lifestyle, but at the same time it's important to remember that I CHOSE what I am doing, and that there are many triathletes who would die to have the schedule and lifestyle I do. The reality is also that to be a successful triathlete, it takes sacrifice, and if you're not willing to sacrifice, you can't expect to have success in the sport.  The past year, and especially the past few months, my mind has been filled with thoughts and questions, and I've begun to wonder at what point is the sacrifice worth it?  I think it's a valid question for all to ask.  What is most important in life? Everyone has to ask that for themselves, because we all value different things. I think there is a ton of value in pursuing your dreams and passions, or I wouldn't have done it.
         When your mind is filled with confusion, doubt, and question, I think it's important to ask yourself where these feelings and thoughts are coming from. For me, I'm trying to figure out why  I'm losing the passion to want to win as a triathlete. Why am I losing interest in pursuing what once were my dreams? Are my dreams still there or are they simply changing? Or, am I simply sick of not earning a paycheck like I once did, and sick of thinking about money all the time?
               For me, I think the answers are relatively simple. I think I have brought many of these feelings upon myself. They're mostly self-inflicted. As I know, and as my coach Melissa has reminded me, I am my worst own enemy. The past year and a half, I have lived my life feeling an enormous burden on my shoulders, which no one other than myself has put there. I felt this same burden to perform athletically in college, when I was running often solely to impress my coach or to keep my scholarship - not because I had a passion for the sport.  I live day to day with an enormous amount of guilt for what I am doing on a daily basis in pursuing triathlon, without a paycheck, making us rely on my wife's income as a PE teacher.  I am constantly thinking of ways I can justify this pursuit in my mind. I am bombarded by thoughts about how I can or cannot justify it, mostly because the lack of income earned by it. Picture working hard for two years straight for no paycheck. In a way, this is what I, along with many other triathletes, are doing - and after a while it can really wear on you. You start to listen to the voices in our society telling you your worth is based on the money you're earning, or the awards you're achieving. After all, you don't earn anything simply by trying. You must try, and then you must succeed and reach a goal with those efforts. There's no payment for simply "giving your best effort." I've added pressure to myself in this area by thinking about my future and knowing I, and especially my wife, want to have kids in the next couple of years. I am hit with the fear that my triathlon lifestyle will get in the way of this desire due to the burden'I am causing financially by choosing sport over the a steady paying job. Eventually, if we want to start a family, this must change.  I feel immense pressure to perform on race day, and pray often for a breakthrough race, because after all, I now have no excuses left in the bag since I have all the time in the world to train, right? Again, these are all self-inflicted thoughts.  Not to say the pressure shouldn't exist at all, but it certainly should be lessened since I have the full support of those around me to do what I am doing. Not my wife, nor my family, nor anyone else is putting these pressures on me; they're coming from within.
          The truth is, there are a lot of young pro triathletes in the same situation as myself, and frankly, I wonder how many have these same thoughts and feelings. Do others feel the guilt of pursuing their dreams –placing a heavier financial burden on their wives/families? I read athlete blogs, see their Facebook posts, and sometimes I feel like everyone out there is trying to appear like they are a true professional triathlete, that they've "made it" in the sport - with sponsors, big results, etc, as part of a justification in their pursuit, and are earning money doing so when in reality many aren’t.  Hopefully that's not the case. I hope they don't, because really it's unwarranted, and I think there's great honor is pursuing a goal when so many people around them would choose the more secure route - something that guarantees financial security and less risk.
 It's tough because you need to train most of the day to succeed in the sport, but you also need to make some money to pay the bills. Most “pro” triathletes are not making any money racing as in the professional division (many are actually spending $15-30k/year on travel, rental cars, hotels, race entries, coaches, equipment, etc) . The ones at the top are making a lot of money, however - hundreds of thousands a year, or more. There’s a huge gap between the top in the world, and the rest. Most of us pay our own way to get to races, and most come home without a paycheck. Most don't have any financial sponsors. I had one last year at $200/month, which was very helpful, but have none this season other than the chance to earn money through Powerbar (which brought me $600 in 2011). I am very grateful for all my sponsors, whose who offer any level of support. Most pro triathletes find ways to make money outside of the sport, or through coaching. Even if you do earn a paycheck, if it's a race that pays the top 10 athletes, you often need to finish in the top 6 just to break even on the trip after travel, lodging, and race fee costs are factored in. The top men in the country make a great living doing it, but those athletes all have been racing for years and years - it's a sport that takes a long time to develop in.   It's a sport far from that of something like golf, where the top one hundred in the country are probably doing just fine financially.  Triathlon is a sport that athletes pursue because they love it, and don't care about having a hefty balance in their bank account, or else they wouldn't do it. They do it because of their passion for it, and they don't care what other people think.  And it's because I know this that I can't help ask myself, "where has my passion gone? Why am I not enjoying this like I used to?"
Identity
          The past two years I have built much of my identity on the sport of triathlon. My thoughts, actions, and conversations are about triathlon more than anything else. Identity as a triathlete has resulted in pressure, a burden to perform, and it has naturally led to poisoning my view of self-worth.  When all you think about, read about, and dream about is winning big races, it's easy to get brainwashed in thinking your value is based on performance. For amateurs pursuing other full time jobs and who view triathlon more as a hobby, it's different. They aren't expected to win races; but when you give up everything and put all the marbles in the triathlon basket, you're expected to win, or to be on the podium - and with that comes pressure. It's not about being soft and the inability to handle the pressure, but rather how the pressure seeps in and after years can affect how much enjoyment there is in it.
         Living in this lifestyle, I've felt the need to justify to everyone why chasing a dream doesn't mean I'm being irresponsible to my family. It's easy to slowly get a bit brainwashed and start letting triathlon results affect our state of happiness, when we value it so much. It's even justified to start feeling like our value as people is connected to our race day results.  The truth is my value as a person is not defined by triathlon, nor performance in any career in which success is measured by awards, money, or recognition. The truth is that my identity needs to be found in various things, first and foremost being in my relationship with God. I am valuable because I am a created by a master designer who has planned out my life. My faith in God needs to be the most important thing in my life, not a sport, and not even others, including my wife. She along with others needs to come second, and then come the other things: my role as a friend, brother, athlete, and coach.  When one's identity is completely wrapped up in the wrong thing, it's easy to lose perspective in life on what is most important.  If I had the perfect perspective, then I am pretty sure I wouldn't let performance or an injury in a sport or job affect me as much as it has.
    I've observed some older pros, some of them live in Boulder still, who aren't racing at as high of level anymore; but for their whole lives their whole identity is in triathlon and they have so much fear of losing that. It's all they know, and they simply can't break free from that identity, even when it’s time to move on.

Selfishness
         I mentioned that the triathlon lifestyle has its flaws. It doesn't always have flaws, but in my case it certainly does, and I know it does in the case of many other pro triathletes. I have been told recently by several top triathlon coaches who coach athletes whose goal is the Olympics, that to be a successful triathlete and to have a shot at the Olympics, you need to be a very, very, very selfish person. You need to structure your life completely around your own needs: your training, your food, your massages, your recovery time, YOUR everything. You need to pay attention to every detail that will make you a better athlete. I couldn't help thinking to myself, 'well that sucks, so you're a great triathlete, but the road to get you there means you're the most self-absorbed person ever'. I don't ever want to be like that. Who does? Again, there are outliers and exceptions here, but many people who achieve great things in sport are some of the most selfish, egocentric people you'll ever meet. Is it worth it?
         Last week I came home from my job interview lower than I had been in a long time. I felt completely lost in life, having no clue the direction I am going, much less the direction I even want to go, and guilty for losing motivation having the thoughts about triathlon that I've been having. I went out to ride my bike to clear my head, and I noticed the mail had just been delivered. I opened the mailbox, pulled out the latest issue of Inside Triathlon magazine (May/June 2012), and happened to open it to the very last page.  There was a short article written by Ironman Kona champion Tim DeBoom titled A New Perspective: A Major Life Change Helped Me See My Triathlon Journey Differently.  I read the article there (which I recommend you read), sitting on my bike on the front porch before the ride, and I thought to myself 'this is EXACTLY how I am feeling right now. He is totally right.' DeBoom describes what happens to many pro triathletes, living in this self-consumed lifestyle:
 "I often wonder how that selfishness transitioned into my adulthood. How did it go from hiding Legos from my big brother, to, "My time is more important than yours!" When did everything I do become a priority over anything or anyone around me? Did it start with triathlon, or even earlier when I would beat myself up over poor swimming results and even practices?  I will readily admit trying to be the best in triathlon, or any sport for that matter, is not an entirely healthy endeavor. Physically, emotionally and socially, it is not altogether beneficial to one's well-being. We punish our bodies, suppress our minds and abuse those around us with our egotism."
He talks about the way he changed over the years, and had turned into a person he didn't like - someone so self-absorbed that he was unpleasant to be around. He adds "I can sincerely say I am not particularly fond of who I was. I would go so far as to say I would not want to hang out with myself 10 years ago." Over time the lifestyle wears on us, and we don't always realize it. It begins to change us, and can transform us into extremely selfish and unattractive people. Everything is about us.  Triathlon has ruined hundreds of marriages - at the pro level but just as much at the amateur level. We often fail to see how our personal athletic pursuits are not priority over our relationships, but we convince ourselves deep down that it's what truly matters most.
          I fully believe that of the reasons why over the past year I have fallen relatively unhappily with myself is because my life is completely selfish, and I have told myself that it's okay because it's my only shot of achieving my goals in sport. In reality, my life is becoming so unbalanced that it is hurting my chances for success.  Sometimes when you take a bit of pressure off of yourself, and realize that other things in life are WAY more important than a race result, you gain perspective, enjoy everything more, regain passion you once had, and become way more appreciative of the opportunity you have to compete as an athlete.  Therefore, you may even end up doing better in all you do.   My daily schedule consists of this: I wake up, eat breakfast, ride my bike, head to the pool to swim, come back home to eat lunch, spend a few hours working on coaching stuff and listing things to sell (I sell bikes and gear for people, a small consignment gig I've started to bring in a bit of extra money), head out on my run, eat dinner, respond to coaching emails, and then go to sleep.  Two years of this on a daily basis, and it gets wearing. Almost the entire day is spent on my own tasks. When you live mostly focused on yourself, life begins to feel a bit empty. I don't think we were created to focus on ourselves, in fact, if you look at the life of Jesus, he came "not to be served, but to serve others."
           This past week it has really become evident that I am not who I once was.  I am not as happy. I don't smile as much. I don't feel as good about myself. My confidence is lower than it once was.  I am not social. I don't see my friends much, nor have the desire to that I used to. I do not help others much. I don't volunteer time serving people, hanging out with the homeless, doing service projects or donating my time to those in need. I have skipped close friend’s weddings to train or race. I don't have the desire to go out of my way to help others on a project they're trying to finish; I find myself choosing training all the time over helping a friend move into a new house, for example. I don't simply enjoy riding my bike, or going on a run, like I used to. My life is out of balance. Like DeBoom says, my time is more important than anyone else - all in hopes (with no guarantees) that one day I'll cross the finish line at the front of a major professional triathlon.
          I recently started to ask myself: what if that did happen? Then what? Is that fulfilling - crossing the finish line in the top 3? Then would I gain instant happiness? In my mind I say yes, but deep down I know that feeling alone is still empty without everything else in my life.  It's a lifestyle in which one can become so self-absorbed that it can drain you dry, change your attitude, and make you lose perspective.
            Three years ago I wanted to earn my pro license and become a professional triathlete. I left my accounting job in Santa Barbara, moved to Denver and lived in my sister's basement. I trained. And I trained hard. And I loved it. There was a goal in sight, a tangible goal - to earn my pro license. Today I find myself asking, what is the goal? What is the next measure of success? If I do reach that goal, was it worth it if this lifestyle has changed who I am, left me with a few less friends and very little balance in my life, and led me to life with a huge burden and pressure to succeed as an athlete - so much pressure that it has caused me to dislike the lifestyle I'm living - a lifestyle I chose?      
              Two weeks ago I raced the Ironman 70.3 Oceanside, CA half ironman distance race. It was the first race of my season, and my second ever at that distance. I spent a few thousand hours training alone the past 6 months for the 2012 season. I was left unhappy with my results from last year, and decided 2012 would be the breakthrough season. (I am still hoping that it will be, somehow). I came home from this past race feeling the same way I did after many races from last year - discouraged. After an improved swim, an average bike, and getting sick on the run from taking in too much salt (needed for muscle cramping issues), I crossed the finish line a good 12 minutes slower than my goal. Vomiting at mile 2 of the run, I almost dropped out; but I forced myself to shuffle just under 7 minute mile pace for the next 11 miles and finish the race that I had started, coming in at 4:24.  I went straight through the finish line to the bike racks, grabbed my bike and headed to my rental car. I took apart and packed up my bike in a Burger King parking lot, drove to the airport and flew home feeling sorry for myself, frustrated, and thinking "how am I going to explain this to everyone?" After all, I have no more excuses, I can train as much as I want now, which means I have no choice but to perform on race day.  The next morning I was unable to walk getting out of bed. For five days following the race, I was unable to walk around. I had bruised my heel somehow in the race, and was forced to take the next 14 days off of running, which didn't help my mindset as I was already discouraged - so much I contemplated throwing in the towel as a pro triathlete. 
                 The week following the race, once again all these thoughts that I've decided to share here in writing have surfaced, as they have many times before.  I am not enjoying this anymore, and the fire I once had for this pursuit is down to a dull flame. I am injured also. Another factor was that I was approached about an accounting job - one that would likely require up to 50-60 hours a week of work.  Six weeks prior when I was first contacted about the job, I told the employer I wasn't interested, as timing wasn't right - I told them I am pursuing triathlon racing and training currently. I don't want regrets, and want to give triathlon an honest effort. The week after the race, I was contacted again by the employer, and encouraged to come in for an interview, which I did.  Options are always good, and the thought of a steady paycheck didn't sound too bad either after several years without, if I was to get offered a job.  I'm writing this on a Monday night. I was supposed to hear back about the job today, and have heard nothing.  If I'm not offered the job, which it sounds like might be the case, it makes the decision very easy.  If I was to be offered and take the job, my entire lifestyle would drastically change, and to be honest, I don't think working 55 hours a week in an office is going to do me any good in my search for balance in life. Part of me would feel relieved, almost an excuse to escape my triathlon lifestyle and an answer to all my thoughts and doubts. But with that, what if I looked back in regret, knowing I never really made it as a triathlete either; and worst of all, knowing that my ups and downs of motivation over the past few years got in the way of me giving 100% effort to the sport.  I tell myself that I'd keep racing, but the reality is that I know if I was working 50+ hours a week in an office, I'd rather come home and be with my wife than train all night after work.  I lived that lifestyle 3 years ago, and after 10 months of it, I completely lost balance in my life and stopped enjoying it as much, and that was when I was single.
               I'm not really sure what the future holds to be honest. A few weeks ago I ended up telling my wife I was done with triathlon. “It’s all over, I said. I’m not happy. I’m done with it for good.” I was lying in bed talking to her about it, totally drained. Honestly, saying that felt really good. It felt right. When the words came out, I felt a burden lifted off my shoulders. I told her I was done with it, and she supported me as always.
Fast forward a few weeks to now…I'm not quitting triathlon racing right now, at least I don’t think so. Really, I’m not ready to decide yet; I will keep putting one step in front of the other until I feel like I'm called in a certain direction. I want to get the fire back and passion to want to win races, though honestly I don't really know where to look or how to make that happen right now.  I've always believed it's important to enjoy something like this or it's not worth pursuing.  Though I also believe in using your abilities to the fullest.  Perhaps some balance in my life is needed. Maybe trying to find a steady 30-40 hour a week job that I can put some focus into might help. It would take off some pressure, give a bit more financial security, and likely help me enjoy racing again simply because I love the sport, and because I want to use the talents I've been given, without the lonely lifestyle that comes with being a full time pro here or the pressure to win.  I've got a lot to figure out, but I've learned a lot the past few weeks. I've been reminded that I chose this lifestyle, and that no one is making me do it, and that triathlon isn't the most important thing in my life - it shouldn't be.  Living for others should be, as well as my wife.

         Whatever happens, I know I’ll look back on this time of my life and smile, remember when I gave up everything to pursue professional sports. I’m sure I’ll move on from this lifestyle, someday soon or in a few years, taking a lot of lessons learned with me. I’m so thankful for the people I’ve met the past few years from my involvement in the triathlon world in both Santa Barbara and Denver. I’ve developed so many relationships because of this sport, and have been lucky to have the support I’ve received."
That was all in April. Today is August 20th. My life has changed a lot since I wrote that draft, and since the day I told my wife I was done with triathlon altogether. I have learned a lot about myself, about the need for balance in life, and the importance of trusting that God will provide direction. I have not quit the sport, and I am finding the joy again and excited to get back racing at the professional level. I’m learning to have fun with it and the importance of balance, and seeking out others to train with. I haven't figured everything out, but I’m learning the importance of living each day with joy. Life is too good to live without joy, and too short to stress about and try to plan the future.  Life is too short to not enjoy what we are choosing to pursue.
I went through various accounting and finance interviews in April & May, and applied for many other jobs, only to eventually realize the cubicle lifestyle wasn’t calling me just yet. Honestly, I knew deep down I still had a burning flame to race competitively still, and there was a lot of fear in the thought of landing an office job with zero flexibility in schedule - it's hard to train while being micromanaged and having to put in 50-60 hours a week in the cubicle . I remember walking out of a 3rd interview for a real estate accounting job thinking to myself, "I'd be miserable in that office, working with those people."
In need of bringing in a bit more income, it was hard to step away from those options, since jobs are hard to get right now. Eventually I withdrew my name after a 3rd accounting interview, and also for another job in finance, and decided to let go of my need to try to "plan" my own life and simply trust my gut feeling that it's important to pursue something you enjoy, and not simply take a job for the paycheck.
There was, and is, still uncertainty in figuring out how to pull off a steady paycheck while having some flexibility in schedule and maintaining life balance, and doing something you enjoy. I know maintaining balance will always be something I’ll have to work hard on, with work, family, training, etc.  I also know I won't be stopping racing any time soon, I feel like it's in my blood, so will have to continue to learn how to combine high level training/racing with everything else going on.
That week of the interviews, I also thought hard about my coaching business. I love helping athletes succeed in sport, and I couldn’t just quit the sport nor throw away my coaching business that I’d built up. It's a job with meaning. Helping others succeed brings meaning. Triathlon is my love and also where my knowledge is.  One day that week I decided to let go of the burden to try to take total control of my future myself, and simply trust that it will work out. I am a believer in God. Many of my friends aren’t, and they don’t always understand my way of thinking, which is fine; but after a prayer for direction I had 8 athletes contact me in the next 2 days inquiring about my coaching services. That was after about 1-2 athlete inquiries total in past 3-4 months. It was then I committed to continuing to grow my coaching business, which still is what I am doing.  
 An unexpected blessing that has come has been a second job working for a roofing company. A good opportunity came along from a friend & one of the founders of the Denver Triathlon, Matt Miller. Matt also started the C Different Foundation for blind triathletes, and I got connected to him and his company Acumen Contracting Group as a guide for Aaron Scheidies at the race. I had sold 2 roofs for another company previously, a very part time gig. There was an opportunity to make it more of a full-time job with this company, at least for a little while, while the coaching business continues to grow. Roofing sales is something I said I’d never do, but funny enough it’s been a huge blessing and a good fit right now. And, I enjoy it. I have enjoyed meeting new people every day. It’s not until you’re out in the world and around all types of people that you realize the potential to impact them – no matter your vocation. In my first week, I spent time with a lady whose son had committed suicide, a man battling cancer, and a former pro runner from Kenyan – who made us smoothies in his kitchen while we chatted about life in Africa. Today, I had a conversation with a 17 year old young man, which started by me telling him he shouldn't smoke cigarettes (yup ;), and led to him talking to me about his struggles as a father of two, trying to provide, and how he needs to smoke to relieve his stress. There are lots of opportunities to reach others, not preach to them, but simply be there to listen to them about what's going on in their lives. Pretty cool stuff.  I also spend a lot of time daily with some of the hardest working people in America. Many are from Mexico, and I've enjoyed using my Spanish again. Spend a week with roofers and you'll see really quickly what true work ethic looks like.  The roofing gig has been an unexpected blessing, and sales are going very well. It’s hard work, but good and has given my life a bit of balance. Though I’ve been working over 50 hour weeks lately (that's what happens when you put a triathlete in a 100% commission sales job...I'm way too competitive to let other people steal business), it’s been good to focus on something other than triathlon while my injuries have been healing. That said, there have been times where work has become out of balance as well. I think maintaining balance will always be something I will need to really focus on.
               Back in March I signed up for Ironman Canada, which is on Aug. 26th, after my father-in-law challenged me to race it with him. Since then, I have only done 1 race other than the Ironman 70.3 California (as a guide for blind triathlete Aaron Scheidies in the Denver Triathlon). I had cancelled all plans to do the Ironman due to the events of the past months, in addition to various injuries I’ve had all summer.  Since my half Ironman in March, I’ve been dealing with a bone spur, a calf tear, and now a knee injury. It has been one thing after the next.  I have only run probably 8-10 times now all summer, and seen 4 different doctors.  I've done dry needling, gotten x-rays, done physical therapy, chiropractic work, kinesio taping, etc.  It's almost as if it's the injuries are God's way of waking me up, and teaching me there are more important things in life, and that I need a break, and a bit of balance.  Then pain is variable – some days not too bad, other days a lot worse and hard to run (the day's I have tried).  It's been a good wake up call, and has given me time to focus on some other things the past few months other than training/racing, like the coaching business, roofing job, and my wife.
               The time away from consistent training and racing also has helped me realize how passionate about the sport that I am. I am excited to get fully healed and get back into training fully, yet with more balance that before.
               During the past few weeks, I've also been tugged in the direction to do everything possible to finish the Ironman that I had committed to do back in March. There is something about finishing what you committed to doing.  There's something about a challenge that you know you're not ready for, but your believe you can get through it, that makes you get to the starting line.  I'm not the fittest, I have not trained properly, and I'm not 100% healthy, but I'm going to Canada this weekend to give me best effort to do what I signed up to do. I know I will be sore, and possibly come back slightly more injured (hopefully only slightly ;)) than I am now. Unless I get to a point on the run where I know I will make my injuries extremely worse, I'm going to do all I can to finish the race and give my best effort.  I've never done an Ironman; I've never run over 19 miles in a single day, much less with a 2.4 mile swim and 112 mile bike prior.  I haven't run more than 13 miles in a long time, and struggled through 13 this morning due to my heel spur and knee pain, and have run less than a dozen times this summer. As a coach, this is where I say "do as I say, not as I do!" As I said, there's something telling me I need to give this a shot and finish what I started.
            As always, thank you to my family, friends, sponsors (especially Jared & crew at Kompetitive Edge), and athletes I coach for the support.
-Ryan