Star light. Star bright.

Star light. Star bright.

“What do you see?” My friend asked as I climbed through the notch in the rocks above her. “Is that the route? Is that the slab?”

We were almost at the summit of Mt Wetterhorn, a 14,015 foot peak that looked like a shark’s tooth jutting vertically out of the jaws of earth. 

“Holy mother!” was my answer back. “Are you kidding me?!”

Realizing I wasn’t really answering her question I continued, “It’s a slab of rock alright! Sliding right down over a cliff..."

Traveling Soul-O

Traveling Soul-O

I. Stopped. Moving. Forward.

The only thing left was…to fall. And so, I braced for impact.

My left hip hit the dirt first, followed quickly by my upper body.  Because I fell down the hill, the momentum carried my legs over my head, and my body continued to slide. I stopped once my back found a rock. Awesome.

What's In Your Cryo Freezer?

What's In Your Cryo Freezer?

“Tobey! Your arms are moving so slowly it’s like they are in a cryo freezer!”

Despite wearing my fluorescent orange putty ear plugs, I could hear my coach’s words from across the pool, and I thought, “He is absolutely, 100%, without a doubt…right.” Sigh.

For anyone who has followed my triathlon career, it is very evident by my race splits (and my constant whining), that the swim is definitely my least favorite part of the swim-bike-run race.  Doing the same stroke over and over again wasn't making me any faster. I needed to make a change. No more cryo arms.