Kona, Hawaii is currently crawling with the top triathletes in the world in preparation for the Ironman World Championships taking place there this weekend. Among the elite, I am proud to say that two very good friends of mine, Kelly Fillnow and Molly Roohi, are also preparing to compete with the best of the best.
FOUNDATIONS IN THE SKY.
Dreams don’t define us, they create us, so dream big. Make your castles reach the sky, and you will never be disappointed, because, as Henry David Thoreau said, “if you have built castles in the air, you work need not be lost.” Big dreamers must be willing to take action. We must be willing
BARBIE GETS A BIKE
This is me. Or, at least, this is how I felt racing in Clearwater. Perhaps the second picture is more indicative of what I really look like at a race, but the top one is how I felt during the 70.3 race this weekend. As some of the Worlds’ best cyclists flew by me after
Pain is a powerful thing. It can turn sweet friendships into hardened hearts, warrior athletes into weeping babies, and lovers into broken pieces. The beautiful thing about pain though is its intensity and its redemptive power. Pain intensifies our sensations and self-awareness in the hurt it brings us; and these moments in our life are what
“LOLLY” POPS WITH POSITIVITY
Lolly found me. Four hours into my race with ten miles left to run — as my quads were spasming in Charlie-horse cramps and my groin muscles had me on the verge of tears — Lolly trotted up beside me. While we hobbled our broken bodies up the mountainous bay bridge that overlooked the Gulf of Mexico, this petit