I remember the precise moment I knew I needed a coach. I was on a trip to Colorado, I had brought my bike with me because I thought it would be sweet to attempt to ride and do part of the run from the Boulder 70.3 course. Up to that point I had been doing Olympic distance races for about two seasons (4-5 races total) and was determined to take the step up to Half IM. So on a hot and dry summer day I hopped on my road bike and started my training brick. It wasn't until about 1 mile into the run when I started feeling bad. Nothing like watching the old garmin start at a solid pace and then slowly start a march, then ending with a very wobbly near walk. BONKING hard during a long workout was getting to be a classic feature of mine. When I got home my old pal Lenny (now coach Lenny) and I decided it was coaching time, luckily she new a person who knew a person who knew Sam.
And that's where the journey began.
Border Wars was the first tri that I raced as an evolver and my first Half IM distance race was an overall positive experience. I kept telling myself that as long as I finished I would be satisfied (this of course was all lies because I’m ridiculously competitive). Like all races there were blunders and stumbles. I felt like I was getting lost on the bike course 50% of the time and had major anxiety when considering Sam’s words of wisdom “if you don’t pee during the bike you’ll likely have trouble on the run”. At the end of the day, I was a bonk-free racer who crushed my goal time. I stayed on “The Plan” and was shocked at how much energy I had left in the tank at the finish line. All that untapped potential is what kept and keeps me hungry to continue signing up for a few races every year. After crossing the line I was ready to see where else I could go with my racing.