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So far behind on recaps. I’ll just hit the training highlights of the past several weekends.  Headed to those mountains Cool photos my friend Jerome took in the Gaps a few weeks ago. Lots of these photos courtesy of Jerome. Hope ya don’t mind! First, the Death Ride, as I have since termed it. I had the hardest ride of my life the week before the Chattanooga Oly. Hardest meaning the closest I’ve been ( or the hardest I’ve tried) to bail mid-ride. Lately, I have been paring down on running to really try to concentrate on improving my bike. …

Every day after work my first priority and order of business is to take the girls for their big walk. This walk has changed over the years but currently takes place at some abandoned railroad tracks close to our house. This is primarily so the girls can get some exercise off-leash. They aren’t the kind of dogs one can walk around the block and that’s it. This is what the Silver Comet used to look like when it was operational When we first discovered the railroad tracks, which are actually part of the Silver Comet trail it was exciting and …

I realized after St. George that the problem wasn’t with my training or fitness, it was in my head. When you first try something new it’s easy to have a positive attitude and open mind. Then, the longer you stick with it and expect to improve the more you are tied to expectations. If I don’t hit x or do y, I’ll be mad. If I don’t improve x amount, I’ll be disappointed etc. I realized this is the trap I had fallen into. It’s all well and good if my expectations were sensible and allowed some degree of error, …

Pre-Race On a hot day last summer, I had just finished IM Louisville and was contemplating signing up for a spring IM. I was stressed out about IM FL looming ahead and felt like I needed another ‘shot’ at Kona since I didn’t think I had a good chance for qualifying at Florida. I really wanted an early season IM and had been mulling over the pros and cons of doing St. George. Coincidentally, I was walking the dogs and ran into Jared Brown, who was picking up food in my neighborhood (or possibly stalking me, it’s really hard to …