Race Rock’n Los Angeles Triathlon!

Running down the middle of the streets of downtown LA my mind is free of thought and my spirit is soaring.  I am the essence of the runner.  I feel it, I do not think it.  My body active, yet relaxed.  My emotions open and free while completely engaged in the movement.  I feel the runner’s breath and heartbeat.  My feet strike the ground with speed and force while the rhythm of my body aligns with this simple yet vigorous action.  At this moment the crowd cheers as the first runner approaches the long finishing chute.  The hair on the back of my neck stands up and an ear to ear smile takes over my face.  Am I really going to win the Los Angeles Triathlon?

Seconds later my adrenalin is pumping through my veins and I crack a few high fives.  I become grateful and immediately center my feelings with my family and friends.  Crossing the finish line carrying all the love and support from friends and family is the real victory. It’s a shared victory.

Finding the flow for life means striking a chord with your balance.  Tune it just right and the music rings true.  Pay attention to the ebb and flow and adjust your strings.

You can’t make life flow but you can set the stage for it to happen.  Racing has taught me this.  Being mindful of the present allows a focus to achieve your truest self.

Powerful moments are everywhere and they manifest in daily doses of joy.  Losing yourself in the ever present moment and being grateful creates an overwhelming sense of being right with the world.  My kids teach me this daily if not hourly.

Tuning into the harmony of your surroundings while engaged in movement enriches the soul.  One of the more memorable feelings of my life happened last year while racing in the LA Triathlon.  The night before the race in quiet meditation I asked the Pacific for a friendly wave.  The waves were small at dawn; however, as I entered the water to start warming up colossal waves approached me.  By the time the race started they were scary big but I doubted the timing would be right to catch one in the race.  To my amazement swimming back into shore to complete the 1500m swim a wave picked me up like it was giving me a hug.  The free speed was exhilarating and it thrust me into the lead of the race adding to the fun.  I’ve been getting picked up by rogue waves ever since and enjoying their free speed.

With your strings tuned, waves of energy will appear out of thin air to assist you.

I am an endurance athlete which really boils down to recognizing the joy of movement.  Seeking out this experience of satori, where the mind is free of thought and one experiences pure awareness, is a daily endeavor.  Any sustained movement will do and there are plenty to be passionate about but I love the big three; the simplest ones; swim-bike-run.

I am grateful to be living in a space that accommodates these movements so well.  I’m not free to be me without the ability to move this way.  Boise makes life’s access more enriching.  Having this open space and making it available to everyone is something we should all cherish.

The airy existence we live in Boise keeps us healthy with youthful vitality.  It’s the best way I can explain being so much stronger at 38 as a professional athlete than I was at any time in the past 10 years.  Experience and coaching plays a large role as well as being consistent over 10 years to accumulate positive stimulus and absorb them fully.

September 29, 2013 Sunrise;

This year’s surf off Venice Beach is tame, almost flat save for the occasional one footer.  I’ve come to enjoy the morning light show for this race with the stars and the moon fading with the shadow fall and the rising sun.  The ambience looking out over the vast Pacific is supreme calm.  The different hues of purple, blue, and red drawing the eye’s into a trance.  Warming up for this race can be real fun when the waves are big, I will just do some body surfing to get the blood pumping.  This year’s gentle ocean had its own appeal.  The LA Triathlon swim is one of the best in our sport.  A beach run in, charging the ocean, high stepping, dive under a wave, dolphin diving, swimming against crashing waves then cresting waves to reach the deep blue waters off the California coast and find your rhythm.

By the time we got to the first turn buoy about 300 meters off the coast Dustin McLarty and Bill Jones had created a solid gap.  It was a complete solo swim effort and I enjoyed dictating my own fast pace with no one near me.  The swim never lasts long enough so focusing on it and appreciating the Pacific Ocean swim keeps my effort honest.

No free wave at the end of this swim but I was riding my own wave of good health and fitness.  Running up out of the beach and in deep sand makes this a tough transition.  It’s best to concentrate on light quick feet and be OK not running fast.  Trying to run fast in deep sand will send your HR to the max.

Bill was in my crosshairs starting the bike with Dustin just out of sight.  All 3 of us being ex collegiate swimmers.  I caught Bill in the first few miles but couldn’t shake him until the last few miles of the bike.  It took a good 10 miles to catch Dustin.  This was the second time I had lead the LA Triathlon, the first being the sweet wave I caught last year.

Determined to hold and maximize my advantage I rode with all the gusto I could muster.  I used several techniques with my position, style and pedal stroke to make ground.  Every hill was a chance to power up it and get away from my competitors.  It’s always exhilarating to be breaking trail in a triathlon.  It’s especially fun when a city like Los Angeles lets us storm its streets.  LA comes alive with all those cars out of sight and mind and it is an awesome terrain to race bikes on.  The downtown core of the city essentially shuts out most vehicle traffic to allow for some swimsuit wearing race celebrating.

The ‘commute’ from Venice Beach to downtown LA is quick when you can charge through intersections and you are apt at powering the engineering marvel that is the Scott Plasma.  Sometimes it is best to forget about the race and just appreciate the speed at which your body can move you.  Play time.

I felt especially strong for the last 10 miles of the bike and put forth a concentrated effort to maximize my abilities.

I got in and out of T2 in a flash and took over Grand Avenue with a couple police escorts and a lead bike escort.  It felt grand, like the secret service was protecting some important dignitary.  Centering my balance and firing my legs became my new medium of movement.  I love running.  I became aware of the fact that it’s not every day that you have a police escort running through downtown Los Angeles.  Let’s soak it up and fly.

One of my goals for this race was to PR my 10k run from last year which was 33:01, for obvious reasons.  However, they altered the course and had us do a little ‘T’ at the top of the hill on Grand Ave.  When I got there for the first time and ran the ‘T’, I thought, “Well, there goes my PR”.  The new course was much slower with 2 new 180 turns and a steep descent followed by climbing right back up it.  Then, you went down the very steep quad demanding Grand Ave. hill.

I was nervous and hopeful heading back on the ‘out-and-back’ section for the first time in this 2 loop run.  Would I be able to hold off the fast charging very good runners?  Seeing Bill hold onto 2nd with Chris Foster and Sean Jefferson charging with their collegiate running prowess left me hopeful.

Again and again I simply enjoyed the race for what it is.  Being healthy enough to race and race well is a fleeting experience that no one gets to keep.  I felt the cusp of a really good wave and carved out some harmonic moves.

Running up Grand Avenue the second time is always a quick tell into the days effort.  I felt better than I ever had.  I stayed at the Millennium Biltmore on the same floor with Bryan Vera who was fighting Julio Cesar Chavez Jr who was also staying in the hotel.  The hotel was right at the base of the hill.  This gave me some depth and fortitude to climb the hill stronger.  I guess sleeping above it the night before made it less of an unknown.

Upon finishing the up and down sections of the ‘T’ and now running down Grand Avenue I felt strongly about my chance of finishing this race in the lead.  The other 2,500 racers started pouring into the streets of LA sharing the roads with me.  If you want to see downtown Los Angeles at its best, come check out the celebration of swimsuit wearing racers thriving to be their best.  LA truly comes alive on a day like today.  The finish chute is a Race Rocking good time; fitting that my running flats are Scott’s Race Rocker, the shoe was destined to win a race like the LA TRI.  I also ran very well still obtaining a PR with an important 2 second drop; 32:59!

Having done this race several times and knowing the past hall of fame champions of the LA Triathlon I am humbled to be a winner of this famed race.  A few years ago I would not have thought it to be possible.  If you asked me in my early 30’s or before if I would be stronger at 38 I would have probably doubted that too.

After the race I rode my speed bike back to the hotel and got in the elevator still in my race gear.  Bryan Vera and his wife got in the elevator with me.  He looked pretty good but I could tell he was just in a boxing match assuming he was the guy who fought Chavez Jr; we struck up a conversation about the fight and the triathlon.  He was a genuine guy and humble about the controversial loss.  His payday had a few more zeros behind it.  My triathlon weight would put me in the Super Welterweight class, but as a boxer I think I’d be in the middleweight class.  Sizing up Bryan in the elevator I like my chances if we can do the fight in 10ft of water.  Maybe I can step into the ring for the senior tour in my late 40’s?

I dropped off my bike and bag in the hotel and then ran/walked back to the celebration at L.A. Live. Having the finish at LA Live makes this race one of the sweeter events you’ll experience.  Every year I have raced the Southern California weather is on fine display and thousands of racers and spectators will linger in the sunshine while recounting their assault on the city.

Going up for the winner’s check will be memorable and gratifying for all my days.  A sign post on life’s journey that says, ‘I was here and I breathed deep’.

Thank You!

I am grateful for the love and support of my family and friends!  We did this together and you teach me so much.  The win is nice but having you in my life is way sweeter.  Let’s remember to celebrate life just because…

Thank you sponsors!  Racing around the country and world against these endurance monsters takes the best.  I feel so fortunate to have that relationship with you: Thank you sponsors!

2013 Herbalife Los Angeles Triathlon Results

Kevin Everett – 2013 Los Angeles Triathlon Champion!


Working with Willie

Work’n with Willie.

Three hours a week Willie and I serve up a performance worthy of candor.  Let’s face it, working isn’t always fun.  But Willie and I work at the Y and we coach all things swim-bike-run.  Better yet, we coach it to kids with beaming spirit.  Our resolution being that it is super fun to get paid for this.  For the TriClub kids at the Y we are triathlon gurus.  And if they don’t think so we make’em run cry-babies (running repeats up the towering Camel’s Back Hill).

Their direction influenced with the super magnetic sway of Willie’s fine charm is a powerful pull.  He bear hugs the kids with no escapable route but up.  We teach the basic fundamental movements of man; swim-bike-run.  To get from point A to B, how are you going to do that?  We test our student’s fitness for joy.

Basic human movement teaching makes Willie and I Jedi knights for our students.  We show them how to use the force.  Seriously, we teach the kids the tapestry of flow that comes from using your body to move most efficiently from point A to point B.  The study time will be lifelong.

Work’n with Willie is not work; it’s a fine tuned time to play.

Check out the Y’s TriClub to gain empowerment of spirit.

Retiring a shoe

Moving from the garage to the bedroom means slowing down a bit; for a shoe.

You see, these shoes love the mud.  They have a nose for it.  Getting dirty is their game.

Once moving they have a knack for finding whiffs from mountain breezes.  They fly toward the scent recharging on the space between spaces.  Energy driving machines.  They get me out of bed early and keep me up howling at the stars.  Run over that traverse then the next, then oh why not…the next.  Breathing in the air and seeking out more.  In Boise those mountain breezes mean singletrack.  Minutes from urbania, one can leap into the blissful beauty, mesmerizing our senses sans earjacks.  The Ridge to Rivers trail system has a charge that lights up the Kinabalu.  Over the year they have accounted for at least 6 of the top 10 runs and there have been over 200 of them.  But a year is a long time for a shoe; it’s time to retire and enjoy the luxuries of life, those day to day stop and goes.

To the new recruit; you won’t make it through the winter; you’re doing at least double duty and going to run out of rubber for the spring runoff.  But don’t worry, retirement is sweet…

Tempe Triathlon fight or flight

2013 Tempe Triathlon

Exiting the water of Tempe Town Lake I get a split that I am a minute plus down on the leaders.  Yikes, what happened in that swim?  I feel like my strength is swimming and that my fitness is high right now?  So this is a big blow.  Luckily, biking is trumping all other sports as my weapon of choice these days.  Getting on my old friend the SCOTT Plasma makes everything better.

Being at the expo you couldn’t help but flashback to Ironman Arizona.  The venue is very much the same but done in an Olympic distance format.  Unfortunately, this time of the year the water is a bit warm; around 85 degrees.  The cool chill of the morning makes the warm water palatable.

These Olympic non-drafting races have a lot of weight compared to other popular formats for the swim but at the start of the race things got off to a tame start and I was in perfect position.  Dustin McLarty took off to the early lead, no surprise there as he is one of the strongest swimmers in all of triathlon.  The rest of us jockeyed for that second position and I held steady at the front of this pack for about 200 meters before settling in on some feet.  Here is my big mistake.  I settled and got comfortable.  Even though the race felt like it started off at a comfortable pace, it got hot after the first turn buoy.  The train strung out to single file and I focused on little else than the feet in front of me.

At this point I was in another sport and I was the spectator.  Two guys that were next to me started WWF Cage fighting, water polo style.  I tried not to rubberneck but these guys were inches away from involving me too.  One ended up getting dunked and kicked backwards in an attempt by the other athlete to free himself from ‘the cage’.  It worked, but the damage had been done, the chain on the train was snapped.  As nice as my front row seats were to this beat down, by the time I veered to keep out of the melee the train had been broken and the leaders were 20ft in front of us.  I gave it a strong effort to try and close the gap but probably only wasted energy.  The lead pack was pulling away and I was left in the dreaded ‘no-man’s-land’.  All you can do is limit the damage while you work harder to go slower having been dropped from the pack.

Getting on the bike, my head was not in the right place; still bemused at the thrashing in the swim.  The first pedal stroke told me everything I needed.  It was going to be a good day.  I found the flow and became the biker or a biker in the truest sense.  I see my daughter Lola getting in the zone all the time; she will be so engrossed with her play, her surroundings disappear and her entire focus is her imaginative play.  I was like this; a 3 year old at play with his speed bike.

With an inner smile I turned the pedals of the plasma with ferocious efficiency.  Coming out of the water way back and out of the top 10 I had some work to do.

After about 10 miles I had passed several riders and was closing in on the lead group that was trailing super biker Cam Dye.  Then, I made a wrong turn.  Arrrrgggggghhhhhh, is the best description of my tormented mind.  I went through the first 2 stages of grief in rapid succession.  This can’t be happening; denial and this stinks; anger.  It didn’t take much longer to get over it and accept it and continue speed racing on my nothing but fast bike.

The wrong turn probably cost me about 30 seconds and a lot of momentum both physically and mentally.  As much as I focused, some of the fight was gone.  Just a bit, but under these conditions you need it all or the other world beaters will smell blood in the water.

I started the run in 5th place, an exciting place to be but I was not 100% excited about it.  I could see Ben Collins just up the road but Joe Malloy, Jimmy Seear and Cam Dye were way out front.  I ran well, but Stuart Hayes soon passed me and made up the ground on Ben.  I held position well in 6th place until the last mile when Hunter Kemper ran through just off of a pace I could hold.

There was another racer closing in on me in the last half mile.  TJ ran up and matched my stride.  We ran side by side and I envisioned a sprint finish and braced for the effort while running strong.  I took the lead for a second feeling good and noticed his breathing labored.  I was just testing him and did not make an attempt to get away.  In hindsight I should have gone full throttle at this point.  In the last 200 meters we took a sharp 360 degree turn and started running down an embankment on the grass.  He had the inside corner and this was the best place to be.  My footing on the grass was just slightly off and kept me from getting to top speed, that, coupled with TJ’s strong closing speed kept me just off his pace.  That puts me at about 0 for 10 in any sprint finishes in my career.  But I think I can get the next one…ha.

I would have been pretty happy with 7th place…8th is ok.  My swim let me down, the bike was great, and my run was missing a bit of mental toughness but overall I know the training is going really well.  I just need to dial in a little more race day focus with a little race day magic and this race wasn’t too far off being exceptional.

I’m grateful to be in a position to race some of the strongest endurance athletes on the planet.  I have a lot of support and they all keep me strong: My family, the Y, Scott Sports, Aqua Sphere, CEP, Asea, Restwise, WN Precision, Idaho Mountain Touring, POC and a big thanks to my extended family in the community.

Sometimes, a lot actually, I feel like a kid before Christmas; super excited.  A big part of that is feeling like one of the youngest 38 year olds alive.

Humbly enjoying the journey.

2013 Tempe Triathlon Results

2013 Chicago Triathlon; being a kid racing his speed bike

Chicago Triathlon 2013

When you notice the heat of the day while whipping along on your speed bike at 27mph you know the day is suffocating.  With a few miles to go on the bike I had finished every last drop of my 2 bottles of OSMO.  I could have used another gulp or three.  My legs were turning over the crank with unprecedented efficiency and took me to the front of the race.  Biking along the super roads of Chicago’s lake front with just a 16lb bike is grandiose.  The Chicago Triathlon is one of the biggest oldest races and I had just pedaled myself to 3rd position coming into T2. 

Working with Tom Coleman at WN Precision is a rewarding experience.  This summer I went over to ask him about my bike fit and came out of there with some pedal coaching nuggets.  The fun factor, already high, just got even more involved, focused, and fun.  Learning the new techniques had me doing much more mindful pedaling and very little ‘quad burning’ leg and heart fatigue type of riding.  It takes a certain wisdom and confidence to train ‘easy’.

I have gotten pretty good at doing the ‘easy’ training.  Yet, sometimes when I reflect on missing ‘too much’ V02 max training I can draw on past experience and know that striking a chord with the balance and flow of life will trump ‘hard’ training every time.

So when Tom made a couple changes to my bike fit and gave me some new pedaling focus late this summer, I took the time to ride at paces where I knew I could absorb the stimulus both mentally and physically which meant riding pretty easy.  So easy that I have gotten in the habit of touching my legs to make sure they are flexing, “yep, there is more work going on there than I realize”, I think to myself.

When I’m training aerobically while being mindful my soul loves the movement and my being soaks up the stimulus each night with sound sleep and wonderful nutrition.

I am giddy with excitement these days.  My health is awesome and I’m grateful.  No big surprise there at only 38.  However, I’m much stronger as an athlete at 38 with almost 3 decades of focus.  That does surprise me; mostly for the magnitude of how much stronger I am now than say when I was a 33 year old professional triathlete or a 21 year old 400IM collegiate swimmer.

Recognizing why is part of the fun in the journey.  Two strong reasons are having support from experts like Tom and recognizing internally what intensities to train at.

But there is way more converging than these two powerful reasons.

Being a coach at the Y is powerful stuff.  Being a service to the community while doing something you love enriches your life.  As much as I try to be a positive influence with the athletes I work with, they have an enormously positive influence on me.  I learn so much from working with the wide variety of ages and abilities that we can service at the Y TriClub.

Being a dad is even more powerful stuff.  Is it possible to overflow with joy?  No, I don’t think so.  Being a father is at times humbling but growing the ability to love and be loved is a foundation for life.  Fostering an environment for our family to thrive is a complex and challenging dynamic that helps you seek out your best self.

I am one of those fortunate individuals that, ‘married up’.  Hortense gives our family a foundation that lays the ground work for wonderful opportunities.  With her love and support I can try to achieve being a great husband, dad and coach at the Y.  Her patience and wisdom is harmonic with our life flow.

One other factor that I would like to mention as one of those converging forces improving my health is nutrition.  I started out in my teens and 20’s eating really bad.  Fast food was a go to item and since I couldn’t gain a pound no matter what I ate, it must not have mattered?  Wrong!  I got much better with my nutrition choices the day I married Hortense but it has been a process.  Although I will always have work to do, I am definitely eating so much better than even a couple years ago.

These and other improvements to my health seem to be converging with a 1 + 1 = 3 kind of logic.

Life’s movement teaches so much.

My belief these days has shifted.  My belief in my ability to compete with world dominating triathletes 10 years younger than me has improved.  Belief is half the battle.

That belief was tested after having a sound swim and exiting the water with the leaders but making a ghastly error in T1 by getting on my bike while still wearing my speed suit.  The hiccup cost me only 15 seconds but that is a lot of ground to make up on beasts that come from around the world and ride their bikes for a living.  In the past a gaff of this magnitude would have been hard to overcome.

Today, I flew on the bike.  I had a little too much fun though and with only a few weeks to refine my new found skills on the bike I was like a 5 year old with a new gun; firing it often and quickly without properly aiming. Bang, bang, bang.  Wow that was exhilarating…bang, bang, bang.

In the past this kind of reckless riding would have spent me well before the 40k ride finished.  Today, it took its toll at times but I still finished the bike with good energy and closing speed.  I was able to ride through most of the field on the bike save for Hunter Kemper and Ben Collins while Stuart Hayes rode with me.  I started the run in 3rd and enjoyed being at the front of such an amazing race.

Mentally the run went well but physically I was falling apart.  The heat and humidity of Chicago pretty much broke me.  I ran tough and was fortunate to hold onto 6th place with Stuart, Matt Charbot, and Jarrod Shoemaker running through me.  The run was pretty slow but I’m thrilled with a 6th place finish!  Submersing in an ice bucket brought my body around in a hurry and I was able to enjoy the performance.

The really fun thing about the day was feeling like a kid having fun racing his bike.  That is an exciting realization for a 38 year old.

2013 Chicago Triathlon Results


Emmett Triathlon 2013, finding more flow

Emmett Triathlon 2013

Looking forward to celebrating with friends and family, the Emmett Triathlon was a welcome reprieve from my demoted bachelor status at home.  Hortense, Lola, and Guillaume had all been in France for 14 days, it felt like forever and I was only halfway to having them home.  I would often come home to an empty somewhat un-kept house; get slightly depressed and head to the lake for a swim.  Get depressed and head to the roads for a bike.  Get depressed and head to the trails for a run.  Or I would linger at the Y working longer with that ever present need to be home with the family no longer triggering.

I did have one friend at home; after many years of trying to get an orchid to bloom I finally had a beauty come out while the family was away.  She was the only thing keeping me company in the house.  She didn’t need constant attention so I basically worked, swam, biked, ran, and ate to stay out of the house only returning for slumber.

The week before the Emmett Triathlon turned out to be one of the best adventure/training rides I have ever been on.  Walter had a plan to ride our bikes from Boise to McCall using mostly fire roads, a 120+ route with loads of climbing through Idaho’s mountains.  Walter easily talked Jeff and I into coming on his excursion and we all decided to do it on our TT bikes.  Here are the Strava ride details

This was both my longest ride by distance and time standards.  Riding my SCOTT Plasma like a cross bike on Idaho fire roads gives me a new found respect for the bike…it’s a tank (a really light one).  However, climbing dirt roads with road wheels and tires with an aggressive 54/39 175 crank arm and an 11/23 cassette in the back made for the toughest climbing I have ever done.  I couldn’t stand up or the rear wheel would spin out.  You had to have an even absolutely smooth pedal stroke to keep from slipping in the dirt.  And my legs were screaming for more gears.  Add to this some high mountain heat and a climb that seemed to reach into the clouds.  You are scared to put a foot down because then, you may not be able to get back on your bike and walking in road cleats or bare feet is not much of an option.

The dirt road climbs on TT bikes were at times excruciating but also rewarding.  The scenery and the adventure and the exploration trumped the quiet murmurs from my legs to stop.  It is an amazing sense of accomplishment to use your bike to travel over such vast terrain.  I can’t wait to do it again.  I also think my favorite bike in the world would now be a SCOTT TT/Cross-bike hybrid so I can ride all over Idaho’s backcountry.

So, just a week removed from this stunning leg fatiguing ride I was now going to ask my legs to powerfully sprint a chip sealed 40k course on country roads in Emmett.  I was optimistic and skeptical.  Emmett was mostly a tune up for the Lifetime Series Chicago Triathlon 2 weeks away.

Morning of August 9th; predicted high is 100 degrees.

Having done this race several times in the past I made some goals to better my 10k run split (basically getting under 35 minutes), have a PR in the bike (55:20) and to PR my overall time (1:51:…)

I was training smarter than ever before in every discipline.  My form was improving, my enjoyment of the sport was high, my balance with family, work, and training was humming along and I’ve been learning so much from being a Coach to 6 year olds up to 70 year old aspiring triathletes at the Y.

I was also very excited to put some recent pedal coaching techniques to practice in a race situation.  Tom Coleman the owner of WN Precision has been gracious with his time…and it takes a lot of time to master ones focus on the dynamics of the pedal stroke.  He has certainly helped zero in on what and how to be more efficient with each stroke.  I love the subtle frustration the mind goes through when gaining/learning a new skill.  I’ve been obsessed with practicing the techniques with Tom’s helpful coaching always in my ear.

The swim was a tough solo effort with Matt Braun never too far behind.  On the bike I went hard and felt fast while having a tough time losing my smile…I felt like a kid having fun racing his bike.  It wasn’t easy but in a way it was.  I almost always had more to put into the cranks and when the bike was almost over I couldn’t believe it was already time to start running.  I knew immediately that the bike training had paid off because my feet were unusually chipper starting the run.  The SCOTT race rockers were flying!  They just wanted to get after it, my legs were carrying my body quickly and efficiently and it was just so much fun.

I crossed the line feeling great in the heat and with a time that left me satisfied; 1:49:24.  It was a good day indeed.

Now, I had the pleasure of putting on my coach’s hat and watching several of the athletes the Y TriClub works with put on some stellar performances.  Great work guys!  My dad who waffled a few times on whether or not too race due to lack of training finally decided to give it a go.  Well, he put out a very strong effort, used some stunning Grandpa Power and won his age group 60 to 65 (he’s 61) with an impressive time of 2:20:37.  Now, we just need to find some time for him to get some training in and see what he can really do.  As fun as my race was I truly get as much pleasure out of watching the 60, 70 and 80 year olds race with such vitality.  Blazing a trail for what is possible.  Jim Gaughran at 81 and Charlie French at 87 were both there to race the sprint triathlon and give us all that gentle reminder to always find your play.  Charlie and Jim have blazed a trail for anyone paying attention; to optimize your health you need to find some fun movement and do it your whole life.

Here’s to optimizing your health…

Emmett Triathlon 2013 Results