The End of the Beginning
My build to Ironman World Champs has officially begun.
But this time, it feels different.
It’s the first Ironman build I’ve had to talk myself into.
Maybe it’s because I already feel like I achieved the goal...
Maybe it’s because my little boy is 2 now...
Maybe it’s because my entrepreneurial life is exploding with all the right opportunity...
Or maybe it’s all of the above.
Either way, here’s what I’m realizing:
This race marks the end of the beginning.
The end of a 6 year chapter that started with me in a corporate cube in Philly, wondering why I was chasing goals that weren’t mine.
Since then, I’ve redefined how I live, who I am, and how I lead my family.
And there's been one constant through it all: doing Ironmans
I'm not sure what 2026 will have in store... but it's looking like the first year in 6 years I don’t do an Ironman.
God willing, I’ll be a father of 2.
And my personal growth interest keeps tilting toward service/coaching/biz vs. personal athletics.
It feels good to be emotional about all that.
To feel the meaning welling up in my chest as tears sit on the ledges of my eyelids, like puddles of rain about to overflow the gutter.
Am I celebrating? Grieving? Both?
Who TF knows.
All I know is I’m growing as a man. And stepping into a higher version of myself. And that’s what I’m about.
Today’s ride was the spark I needed.
Rooted in fun. Fueled by challenge. A reminder of why I fell in love with this in the first place.
12 weeks to Ironman World Champs.
With a pit stop at the Leadville Trail Marathon next week.
Let’s fkn get it 🪓🪓
Let’s ride!
Oof, this resonates. “You’ve already achieved the goals you said would make you happy” is something I often tell myself. Big love, my friend. The path should change. We’re exactly where we need to be.