Like a lot of the world, I'm a cancer survivor. Another way of saying I'm someone who has held off cancer to some degree so far through a variety of treatments.

What I Know Now That I Did Not Know Before: my future is questionable and my past belongs to someone else. I was a fairly dedicated and accomplished off and on road triguy, not an automatic podium in every race, large or small, but definitely a threat.

That was then. Now, trying to hang onto the Tri Life means dealing with fatigue and weakness that makes even the most mundane workout a complete sufferfest. Haven't had cancer and treatment but sure you are different, tougher than the rest? Trust me, dude/dudette, when your blood streams molecules of pain where it used to stream endorphins as you struggle to not post an all time worst on a workout you've done hundreds of times, you will learn that things have changed, no matter how hard you think your character and will are.

And despite that, I fight to get back bc I am one of the tribe. I do love the life, the wonderful moments, places, most of all the deep loving friendships triathlon has brought me.

I'm not anywhere the racer I used to be. But I may be a better man.

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Life is too short not to take side roads.