Year 1: What we learned and what we didn’t


So that happened. The first year is over. If you follow any of my social media accounts (or all of them), then you know I DNF’d IM Louisville. If you subscribe to our new triathlon-ish newsletter, then you kind of already read about my thoughts. I don’t know that I have a ton more to say. BTW, I’m doing a weekly triathlon-ish newsletter about triathlon (duh) and endurance sports and whatever I want it to be about. You should subscribe.

I’ve thought a lot about it. I’ve thought so much about it I have nothing left to say about it.

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Week 10: Into the Canyon

You can read all my weekly recaps of being a professional triathlete

This week’s comes with a trigger warning: Please do not tell me you are concerned about me. No kidding. I am concerned about me. Please assume that if I actually needed help my first course of action wouldn’t be to write vague essays on the internet. 

If you’ve ever swum competitively, you’ve had a day where you struggled to make the intervals. You were swimming full-out and at first you’re hitting the wall with a couple of seconds before you have to start the next one. Then, you’re barely touching and you have to go again. You’re swimming as fast as you can, hard, again and again. Until eventually you just miss an interval. You hit the wall, fuck, and go right into the next one, but you’re a second behind now. You’ll have to swim faster to catch up, but you can’t swim faster because you’re already swimming as fast as you can. So you start to weigh your options: Should you sit out a 50y and then jump back in? Take an extra five seconds to re-group? Try to go harder and make it up? And the whole time you’re thinking this, you’re still swimming full-out, floundering, because you can’t afford to fall farther behind.

This is pretty much a metaphor for my last week. Also, literally, that happened to me in the pool on Thursday.

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Week 8 & 9: This is the Dream, Right?

I’ve been writing weekly recaps of being a professional triathlete. You can read all the weeks.

Sunday, after Oceanside, we drove the 9 hours home from San Diego, got back around 11 p.m., and I sort of fell out of the car. Turns out, full-on post-race mess mode doesn’t get prettier during a drive across California. I felt nauseous and dizzy. I stood up out of the car and my legs buckled. Everything hurt. We dropped all our crap in the middle of the floor and I tipped over into bed. Then I woke up Monday around 9:30 a.m. to an email from my boss at the radio station asking if I could fill-in last minute for someone who was sick. Uhhh, OK? If I can do it remotely and you give me 30 minutes to, like, shower.

I was a mess. I’m not even sure what happened that day. Other than I was living the dream.

Actually, I’m not sure what’s happened most days the last two weeks.

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Week 7: Oceanside 70.3

There was a moment on Saturday when I was running out of the water into transition. Usually, transitions are my specialty. Usually, I move quickly and make up time on other athletes. But Saturday morning, I was running flat-out, going as hard as I could down the cement along the edge of the water, past all the people still lined up to start, and I could not close on the two girls in front of me. And I thought, ‘This is a different race.’

Then, I basically kept thinking that for the next four hours. The pro race is a different race.

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Week 5: It Happened

I’m writing weekly recaps of what it’s like being a professional athlete. Usually I try to post them at the end of the week (which, in America, is like Sunday-ish), but sometimes that doesn’t work out. This past week was week 5. You can read all the weeks here.

Sometimes weeks just happen. They go by and there’s not much to say other than that they happenend. On Monday, you’re in Tucson, tripping over rocks in the desert during your long run because you’re too tired to pick your feet up. And Saturday, you’re trying to run through deep snow at Donner Pass as cold rain comes down, wondering just how long it’ll take to regain use of your fingers.

The weeks happen. And no matter how far away the start of the season seemed at one point, it comes eventually.

Week 4: Is It Not Monday?

Yes, that’s a beer. The mountain bike guys gave it to me after our last long run. It’s not that weird. Photo: Leslie

I don’t know. All the days are a bit of a blur. This week was training camp week, which means everything from Thursday afternoon to yesterday afternoon was just: run, eat, sleep, bike, bike, bike, eat, swim, sleep, swim, eat, eat, bike, change flat tire, sleep, bike hard, run hard, throw up a little, sleep, run more.

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Week 3: Is That Fitness I Spot?

Time for the weekly recap of professional triathlete life. Things are starting to get back on schedule, now that it’s been three whole weeks. Check out week 1 or week 2 to catch up. Short version: train, work, train, sleep.

Do you like my new site? Fancy, huh. That’s one of the things I accomplished this week. Other things I accomplished: my workouts.

My massage guy said I’m getting skinny. Which, factually, isn’t actually true, but I think he meant I’m getting fit. Which is sort of true. A little bit. Continue reading “Week 3: Is That Fitness I Spot?”

Week 1: On Our Own?

I was thinking about writing a running diary for each week of ‘racing pro,’ like the one I wrote for the run-up to Kona. Since people really liked that one and it was probably the best thing I wrote last year. But. Well. There’s not a ton to say day after day. Train, sleep, make money sometimes, train more. So, instead, I’m going to do a sum-up of each week. Some weeks may be more straight-forward. Some may be less, depending on how the week went. We’ll see. This is the end of Week 1. Continue reading “Week 1: On Our Own?”

Day 1, Week 1

After I got my USA Triathlon pro/elite license in the mail last week, I went through the Ironman Pro Registration this weekend, handed over my $950 (which includes all Ironman branded races for the year + stupid Active fees) and filled out a form listing all my “support personnel.” Which, honestly, after I listed Hillary, I was like, uhhh, who else supports me? Maybe my fancy new Stanford heart doctor? Even though he’s not really helping my training, but more figuring out if/how to fix this hereditary arrhythmia issue. I guess that counts as personnel. Continue reading “Day 1, Week 1”