The NYC Triathlon was amazing. Jumping into the Hudson forced reality to set in. The gun fired and we were off. It took me 23 minutes to swim that .9 mile. The hardest part was the 1/2 mile run to the bike transition area. That 1/2 mile running barefoot gave me blisters for the entire race. I should have planned better. The bike was breathtakingly beautiful, stunning. The run was hot, hilly and hard. The finish was exhilarating. My son ran the last 200m with me to the finish line. I couldn’t have written a better ending. My wife Laura, My bro David, my friend Mike Tafoya, My Uncle Ellis, Aunt Rose, Aunt Judy and Aunt Carolyn were there with my cousins Nikki, Griffin, Annie and I’m so grateful they were there.
- Its incredibly hard to fail with people who love you in your corner.
- Accomplishments that you’re proud of become reference points for the next time you’re scared to jump.
- No one completes a triathlon…Alone!
“Triathlon has a way of cleansing the soul.”
