Swimmer in Transition Posts

January 8, 2019

Kyle picked up his first division at the beginning of December for the start of his back half push. He was excited to go back. I was less so. Long hours and eight weeks straight of working every day…

January 4, 2019

How often do me move through life, and take what we have for granted? This time of year tends to move our focus forward. Planning and goal setting. We give thanks in November, give gifts in December but January…

January 3, 2019

{and how I got back on} My little pony bucked me off at WoodstockCX last fall. But really, I saw the signs coming long before. The lack of motivation to train showed its ugly face as I was still…

December 3, 2018

I’ve been feeling a bit distant from writing lately. And I think I’ve found out why. I’ve always tried to be a positive person. I’m also a recovering spazz. I have a vivid memory of a girl at band…

August 13, 2018

Dark thoughts are evil things. They suck the life from your legs and squeeze the blood from your heart until you utter the words, “I quit.” What’s the point of physically training, if we don’t also train our minds…

July 30, 2018

21. That’s how many times, per hour, I stop breathing in any given night. I’ve been pretty silent on this, but sleep apnea is far from. About a year ago I completed the entire Intelligentsia Cup series with Chicago…

June 6, 2018
May 31, 2018

Heading into the unknown is an experience that is less common as we get older. Familiarity replaces new adventures. We get used to the comforts of our bubble. F*ck the bubble. Maybe that’s why I entered the Dirty Kanza…

April 23, 2018

Sometimes you just gotta go slow before you can go fast. 2018 has started off a bit, sluggish. Half by design, half by the never ending winter arctic blast midwestern bs weather patterns. Can you tell I’m over it?…

October 14, 2017

Reflection. Nostalgia. Analysis I headed home to be inducted into my high school athletic hall of fame. I’m now fifteen years removed from that period of my life and I’ve reached a point where looking back isn’t something I…