Saturday, November 30, 2013

Thankful is Happiness

OK, I do not want this post to be cliche.  Throughout the entire month I saw several people on Facebook complete a "Month of Thanksgiving," where they did a post each and everyday from November 1st until Thanksgiving, stating something they were thankful for.  Some of the items were unique, but most of the things were your typical things in life that you in fact should be thankful for.  This Thanksgiving I don't want to be cliche, I don't want to write what everyone already knows.  If I were to come on here and say how thankful I am for my wife and kids, my job, and a nice house to keep us warm, I would be no different than just about everybody else.  And, really, what would I be saying?  It is so easy and cliche to simply say I am thankful for....(fill in the blank).  But, is it sincere?  Is it from the heart?  What the hell does it even mean to be thankful?  I was left wondering what it means to be thankful the evening before thanksgiving.  As Sarah, Maya, Delaney, and myself sat down for dinner the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, I thought it would be a good idea for each of us to say something we are thankful for.  So as I am introducing this idea to the girls, Maya quickly asks, "What's thankful?"  Huh, I thought for a minute, to try and put what it means to be thankful into words a four year old can understand.  "Well, it means something that makes you happy," I said.  "You are thankful for things that you like and that make you happy."  I think she understood, as she responded, "Oh OK," with a big smile.  So, we went from youngest to oldest and started with Delaney.  I looked to her and asked, "What are you thankful for, what makes you happy, Delaney?"  She sat there for a second or two with a smile to think.  A short while later, she yells out, "Daddy!"  It almost brought a tear to my eye.  It meant so much to hear that.  Delaney continued with her answer and added Wizard of OZ (her new favorite movie).  Maya was next and said, "Mommy, going places, Christmas decorations, and treats."

That entire night I had a smile on my face.  Just the idea of Delaney saying "Daddy" completely unprompted and with out any help or hints.  It sounded so genuine and heartfelt, which is the coolest part of it all.  But, it really made me think.  As simple as my explanation for the meaning of thankful was, it had a profound message.  There is so much more to being sincerely thankful for something than just saying, "I am thankful for ________."  The truth is, at the root of thankfulness is happiness.  Pretty simple, really.  

Over the past 2-3 months I have experienced a whole new level of happiness.  Ever since crossing the finish line of the Ironman Madison, I have refocused my energy towards my kids and family.  As bad as that sounds, its the truth.  Instead of sacrificing time with my family to get my workout in, I have been sacrificing workouts to spend time with my family.  I have been spending more quality time with my kids and sincerely enjoyed it.  Sarah and I have had our ups and downs over the past year and we have had are fair share of arguments.  Don't get me wrong, I think I have been a pretty damn good dad before I started IM training, and I'm sure Sarah will agree with that.  But, I think every man, goes through progressions and grows from a man into a dad.  Just like many other things in life, some guys learn and adapt to becoming a dad almost immediately, while some others don't truly become a dad until much after their children are grown up and starting families of their own.  Sadly, some men, may become fathers, but never become a dad.  I have said countless times on this blog and to many people in conversation, that finishing the Ironman has changed me.  Sure, that's true from the based on the concept of what I learned about myself through accomplishing a lifelong goal.  But, now, I think it's more true than ever.

The fact is, I am a different man today.  I feel as though going through that past year has taught me a lot about my family.  Maybe not just my family, but about family in general.  I learned how strong, supportive, and loving my wife is.  She gave up a year of her life for me.  I can tell you honestly right now, that there is no way in hell I could ever do that.  I learned that I have the greatest in-laws.  Sarah's family picked up where I left off.  The entire year, they helped her with the kids while I was out training.  Lisa (Sarah's sister) was especially a huge help.  She was basically a second mother for Sarah and the girls.  My parents were always willing to help out when needed as well.  I learned that my kids will love me and think I'm a hero no matter what I do, no matter what place I take, and no matter what races I compete in.  I learned that without my family, I am nothing.  Without the support of Sarah, Maya, and Delaney, I would not be able to train and race, I would not be an Ironman Finisher.  I would not be a Boston Marathon Finisher.  I would not be where I am in life without the love and support from Sarah and the kids.  Since completing the IM, I am learning to better manage my time, both with my family and my training.  Prior to the IM, I was putting my training before my family, which is no longer the case.  

It's funny that it felt as though this hit me upside the head like a brick when Delaney excitedly proclaimed that I, "Daddy!" was her thing she was most thankful for.  And then there is a true meaning of being thankful, which to me, will now forever be that which makes you most happy.  And for me, my two daughters and now soon to be three, are truly what makes me most happy.  My dad recently wrote that the love of daughters can turn an Ironman into an Irondaddy.  It is so true, but only when the Ironman is able to realize it.  I am not nearly the best dad, I am not perfect, but I am constantly learning.  Learning from my daughters, learning from my wife, and learning from my own dad.  I simply strive to be a little bit better of a dad each and every day.  I figure if I can achieve that, I'm doing alright.  I am constantly becoming more and more of a dad each and everyday.

Obviously, Thanksgiving is now behind us and we are in the homestretch heading straight for Christmas.  I have never been a huge fan of the holidays, they have just become too commercialized for my taste.  Now, don't get me wrong, I have always enjoyed giving and receiving gifts, but in general the holidays just seem to have become some other than what they should be.  But as both Maya and Delaney get a little older, the holidays have taken on a new meaning.  I have almost started to like them.  This past Tuesday Maya had a presentation at her pre-school which consisted of a few songs and a shared treat.  Later, we spent the evening at the Downtown Appleton Parade which both girls absolutely LOVED.  We then went over to my parents house for dinner, which seems to have become a tradition.  On Wednesday night, the girls and I made an Apple Pomegranate pie for Thanksgiving.  I was quite surprised that both girls helped the entire time and were actually a help as opposed to a hindrance.  On Thanksgiving Day, we were up early for another event which has become a tradition in our family, the Turkey Trot.  My dad and I participated in the 5 mile run while Sarah, the girls, and my mom, did the 2 mile walk.  Sarah has always brought Bella along for the very pet friendly "Dog Walk."  For Thanksgiving we spent the mid morning/afternoon at my parents for a family luncheon and watched the Packer game (there's 3 hours of my life I'll never get back).  I had to work Thanksgiving night so I cut out early on Thanksgiving Day to catch some sleep before work.  Coming up we have a Thanksgiving dinner at Lisa's house on Saturday night and during the day Sarah and the girls are going up to my Grandma's tree farm to cut down our Christmas tree with my parents and brother.  Ready or not, Christmas time is here... Here we go!






Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Busted!

This past week, I was listening to one of my many podcasts on the way home from work.  I was listening to The Training Bible Coaching Podcast and the topic was off season training.  Specifically they were discussing ways to maintain cycling fitness during the frigged winter months here in the Midwest.  They talked about how it's smarter to ride trails on a mountain bike as opposed to riding a road bike, even when the roads are clear of ice and snow.  There were several legitimate points they made....
  1. You will be riding slower, reducing the wind chill effect.
  2. You are in a more comfortable position, which is also more conducive for wearing multiple layers.
  3. You can handle your bike better with thicker gloves.
  4. Typically you will be riding on trails which are located in the woods, which will provide cover and additional protection from wind and rain/snow.
  5. You are riding a bike with wider tires which will provided better traction in snow.
It all sounds perfect and, hey - I have a mountain bike!  No, its nothing special, just your typical mountain bike.  The only thing is I got rid of the crazy wide tires, years ago, before I bought a nice new road bike.  Yup, my mountain bike - a massively heavy frame, complete with front suspension, and super generous gear rations - was set up to be a super poor man's road bike.  But, hey, I was in college, what did you expect?  I have not ridden this bike in years, so I just left the "slicks" on the bike - until now!  I was motivated and excited to try mountain biking this fall/winter.  It would be a great way to maintain my cycling fitness instead of always riding on my indoor trainer.  So I went out and bought new, thick, tread-filled mountain bike tires.  I put them on the wheels and in a little over 20 minutes it was like I had a new bike.  

My plan was to ride out to 1,000 Islands Nature Center and bike on their trails.  I didn't want it to be a long ride by any means, just a way to re-introduce myself to off road cycling.  It was a cold and windy November day with temperatures around 20 and a slow but consistent wind.  It was typical weather that would have normally kept me inside and off my road bike, but not today!  After a short 3 mile warm up ride to the trails, I was riding on rough terrain and riding over ruts, stumps, and rocks.  It was a totally new experience.  I was climbing high dirt hills, jumping over logs, basically loving life....all until my chain snapped.  Yessir, all of a sudden I was pedaling and not going anywhere.  I looked down and saw I didn't have a chain, in fact it was about 10' behind me, laid out nice and straight.  Great.....now what.  I am in the middle of the forest, about 3 miles from home.  I decided to wear my old rubber softball cleats, because they were the only active footwear I own that are not made of mesh (like running shoes).  So, I sucked it up and ran home.  3 miles, in old softball cleats, pushing a broken bike, wearing a bike helmet.  Part of me felt like a fool, while the small crazy endurance athlete in me felt like a badass.  No, I didn't wipe out and bust up my bike, but my chain broke, so I was running home with my no-good bike, wearing cleats.  There has to be some badass points there, right?

Thursday, November 21, 2013

The Twin Cities and An Important Announcement

It has been nearly a full year since Sarah and I have seen our close friends from college.  We last seen the Danley's over the holiday season last year and same for the Mork's.  However, Sarah did see the Mork's over the summer for their son's birthday party.  But I was unable to be there due to my work schedule.  So for the most part, it has been nearly a year since we have spent any quality amount of time with either the Mork's or Danley's.  A lot has changed since then.  The Danley's have had their first child and the Mork's have added another son to their family.  I feel guilty, because the only reason Sarah and I never made the trip to the Twin Cities to visit their new additions was because of my unwillingness to sacrifice training time from my Ironman training.

With the Ironman well behind us now, this was the soonest we were able to make the nearly 5 hour trip to the greater St. Paul area and visit our friends.  Sarah and I have known both the Mork's and Danely's since our Sophomore year of college.  I actually met Erik Mork my freshman year of college when I attempted (foolishly) to play football at UW-La Crosse.  I won't go into too much detail in regards to how Dave and I met, but let's just say it involved me wearing nothing but a cowboy hat - nothing like a first impression, right?!  Sarah, knew Dana since Sarah's sophomore year of college when she was neighbors with her in their dorm hall.  Liz was a late comer to the group, but ultimately started dating Dave our senior year of college, but immediately fit right in.  One thing ultimately led to another and before you knew it Erik and Dana were married and the same with Dave and Liz and we were all grown up and moving on in life.  Erik and Dana moved down south to Georgia and Dave and Liz returned to Dave's home town near Minneapolis and Sarah and I returned home in the Fox Cities.  Since graduating college the 6 of us have remained very close friends and have been through a lot.  It's crazy to think of where we have all been together, starting as friends in college and now seeing each of us starting our own families together.

Sarah and I left for the Twin Cities on Friday after Sarah's first ultra sound appointment (more to come on that later).  We packed up the girls and were on the road around 10:30am.  The ride there was uneventful, which is always a good thing when you are traveling with a 2 and 4 year old.  After getting to Dave and Liz's place around 3:30, we got all caught up and made plans for dinner.  Saturday was a wet and dreary day, and Erik was stuck at work (a Fire Fighter for St. Paul FD).  We decided to visit Erik's fire station so the kids and see the trucks and such.  The fire station was a true "old school" fire station, complete with multiple fire poles, old hay stalls (for the horses), and many old fire rescue "tools" hanging up as antique decorations (one was an old catch net, used to catch people off of tall buildings). Even though I was expecting to see multiple fire fighters sitting around cooking, sleeping, or watching TV (joking :) ), I thought the fire station was actually pretty cool - and this is coming from a cop ;)  Plus the kids thought it was neat.  After the visit to the station, we were originally planning on going to the St. Paul Children's Museum, but it was getting late, so we brought the kids to the Mall of America to grab a late lunch and take the kids to the Lego Land Display and Amusement Park area.


Before we knew it, the weekend was over.  Although we don't get together nearly as often as any of us would like, we say the same thing every time we do get together - that no matter how long it has been since we have last seen each other, it's like we have never been apart.  The Mork's and Danley's are truly some of our closest friends and we always will be close friends, but the truth is we all have followed our lives to different parts of the Midwest.  I am thankful for the fact that we are only a 5 hour drive away, compared to being separated by the entire country as we were a couple years ago when the Danley's were in Las Vegas and the Mork's were near Atlanta.  Now, with the Danley's and Mork's both in the Twin Cities and us in Eastern Wisconsin, it should be much easier for us to get together on a more regular basis.  Having close friends like them is a true blessing.  It's real special to see all of our children interact with each other as well.

The sealed envelope...
After returning home Sunday, we had made dinner plans with both Sarah's family and my family for an important announcement.  See, on Friday, at Sarah's ultra sound appointment we made the last minute decision to find out the sex of our child.  We have not done this with either of our two previous children, but figured we would find out with #3.  We asked the ultra sound tech to not tell us verbally, but rather, write it on a piece of paper and put it into an envelope for us to reveal to our extended families all at the same time.  All weekend, I was working with Maya to learn to read "Boy" and "Girl."  Our plan was to go out to dinner on Sunday night and have Maya open the envelope and tell everyone what Baby Kohl #3 would be.  We were all pretty excited.  Was it going to be a boy and give me my son, or would it be girl number three and keep me as the lone man of the household?  Maya stood up on a chair and opened the envelope and announced to everyone that we would be having......ANOTHER GIRL!



Honestly, I am A-OK with having another girl.  Yes, I wanted my son.  I wanted another guy on my team, but at least this way, we will not have to overhaul all of our baby supplies, and all I know is baby girls, dolls, princesses, and pink and purple.  Ultimately, all I care is that the baby is healthy.  Yes, its cliche to say, but its the truth, ask any parent.  I love my daughters to death and would never ask for them to be a boy.  I know that baby #3 will be the same.  I am getting more and more excited to watch us bring yet another life into this world and teach it all the things that we love to do.  I can't wait to watch all of my kids grow up and hopefully find great friends and build relationships with other great kids.  Hopefully they will find friends as great as the ones Sarah and I are fortunate to have in our lives...






Thursday, November 14, 2013

Spicy Mustard Crock Pot Chicken

Ok, so it has been awhile since I have share a recipe or two.  So, why not make it three!  The next three posts are the most recent recipes that were all a huge success with my family.  Hopefully you are able to try at least one of them this next week.


Ingredients

  • 4 Chicken Breasts
  • 2 Tbsp Olive Oil
  • 1 Tsp Garlic Powder
  • 1/2 Tsp Sea Salt
  • 1/2 Tsp Black Pepper
  • 2/3 Cup Chicken Broth
  • 4 Tbsp Honey
  • 3 Tbsp Dijon Mustard
  • 3 Tbsp Stone Ground Mustard
  • 1 Tbsp Garlic Chili Sauce

Directions

  1. Mix all ingredients, besides the chicken in a medium bowl.
  2. Place chicken breasts into greased crock pot or dutch oven if cooking in oven.
  3. If using crock pot, cook on low for 3 hours.
  4. If cooking in oven, cook at 350 for 30 minutes.
  5. Serve chicken on plate and spoon warm sauce on top.
  6. I served the chicken breast on a salad and used the sauce as a spicy honey mustard dressing and even saved the left over sauce for salad dressing later in the week.

Meatzza

Ingredients

  • 1 lb Ground Grass Fed Beef
  • 3 Tbsp Ground Parmesan Cheese
  • 1 Egg
  • 2 Garlic Cloves, Chopped
  • 1 Tsp Oregano
  • 15 oz Diced Tomatoes
  • Mozzarella
  • 1 Handful Fresh Basil Leaves

Directions

  1. Preheat oven at 420.
  2. Combine beef, Parmesan, egg, garlic, and oregano in large bowl with hands.
  3. Press into pan or dish until it forms a "crust."  I used a pie pan.
  4. Drain the canned tomatoes until they are COMPLETELY dry.  Place on top of meat evenly spaced.
  5. Add any other additional traditional pizza toppings, I also used chopped olives and spinach leaves.
  6. Top with mozzarella.
  7. Bake at 420 for 20-25 minutes.
  8. Take out and let cool, cut like traditional pizza and top each slice with a fresh basil leaf.

Pan Seared Pork Chops With Fried Apples

Ingredients

  • 5 Cloves Garlic, Chopped
  • Fresh Cilantro, Chopped
  • 1/4 Cup Beef, Bone, or Chicken Broth
  • 4 Pork Chops
  • 3 Gala Apples, Sliced
  • 2 Tbsp Grass Fed Butter
  • Garlic Powder
  • Onion Powder
  • Sea Salt
  • Ground Black Pepper

Directions


  1. In large frying pan, add garlic, cilantro, and broth, and heat over medium heat for 1-3 minutes.
  2. Season pork chops with garlic and onion powder, sea salt and ground black pepper on both sides, and add to frying pan.  Cook each side until each pork chop is fully cooked.
  3. While pork chops are cooking, melt grass fed butter in a different frying pan and add apples.  Saute apples over medium-high heat until soft. 
  4. Add apples to the broth mixture and allow flavors to mix, for about 2-3 minutes.
  5. Serve pork chops on plate and spoon broth mixture over top and add apples on top.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Why I Race

This past week I read an article written by professional triathlete, Chris (Macca) McCormack, entitled "Why I Race."  You can read the article here - "Why I Race" - it's a great read and I recommend it.  In it he discusses his personal reasons to why he participates in triathlons.  The discussion arises due to a conversation he had with a few young athletes at an Olympic Distance race in California.  The kids share their aspirations of completing an Ironman.  At first that sounds great, they are motivated and aspiring to do bigger and better things, but then Macca begins talking to the young athletes about why they aspire to complete an Ironman Triathlon.  The kids reply with a simple response, similar to the fact that you are not a true triathlete unless you complete an Ironman.  The kids also share their feelings about a World Triathlon Corporation, who own the rights to Ironman, and other races of the same distance.  They felt that a 140.6 mile triathlon that isn't trademarked with "Ironman" isn't official.  They felt as though no other race matters, regardless of the distance or name.  Even when Macca talks about half Ironman distance races (a 70.3 triathlon), the kids write off the idea of doing a non "Ironman," 70.3 mile distance triathlon.  It leaves Macca dumbfounded.  He then shares his passion for the sport of triathlon and the variety of races that he has competed in over the years.  Many of them were not owned by the WTC and were not Ironman branded races.

I have been a part of a similar debate on Facebook.  I am a member of a group on Facebook dedicated to the sharing of the infamous M-dot tattoos.  Within the group, someone posed the question of whether or not it was acceptable to get an M-dot tattoo for a non WTC triathlon.  In other words if someone were to complete a non-Ironman branded, 140.6 mile triathlon, would it be acceptable in the triathlon community for that person to get the M-dot tattoo to commemorate the accomplishment?  It's an interesting question.  Personally, I think it would be foolish to get the M-dot tattoo for a non-Ironman race.  The M-dot tattoo represents a brand, just as the swoosh is to Nike, the Golden Arches are to McDonald's, the M-dot is to Ironman.  I understand the idea, though, the M-dot is a world wide symbol for a 140.6 race, it's synonymous for the ultra distance triathlon.  Most people (especially those in the active community) know that the M-dot tattoo, means you completed the ultra triathlon.  But, in my opinion, getting the M-dot tattoo to represent a non-Ironman race would be like getting a swoosh tattoo, to represent your love and devotion of basketball shoes, even though you opt to wear Adidas shoes.  Instead of getting the Adidas logo, you opt to get the Nike swoosh since it is more widely recognized.  It just doesn't make sense.  

The heart of the matter for both Macca's article and the question posed in the Facebook group is the stronghold that Ironman has on the sport of triathlon.  Is it right?  Is it fair?  Personally, I'm not here to say whether or not the World Triathlon Corporation is good or bad for the sport of triathlon.  But, I would like to offer my feelings on Ironman, the WTC, and why I chose to race a WTC race.

Honestly, as I become more and more involved with triathlon, I was much like the aspiring triathletes that had talks with Chris McCormack.  I thought and truly believed that you were not a triathlete unless you finished an Ironman.  In my eyes, it verified you as a triathlete.  For what ever reason, if you hadn't completed an Ironman, you were just another "wanna-be."  On top of that all, just like the kids in Macca's article, It had to be an Ironman as well.  For some reason, an Ironman was different from any other 140.6 distance race.  Don't ask me why, it's just how I felt.  Before I ever signed up for my first IM, I new that it was going to be an Ironman branded race.  It definitely helped that Madison was home to one of the more popular IM races in the USA and is only a short 2 hour drive from my hometown.  But, if given the choice of traveling to an out-of-state 140.6 non-IM race and an IM branded race, I'm choosing the IM race, 10 times out of 10.  I don't know why and I'm not even going to speculate why that is the case.  But I do know that I am not alone with those feelings either.


Yes, the Ironman World Championship in Kona, HI, has been, currently is, and probably will always be the pinnacle of the sport of triathlon.  It's the supreme goal of so many athletes (myself included).  It's the Super Bowl of Triathlon, the Daytona 500, the Indy 500, I can go on and on, but I'm sure you probably get the idea.  But, does the fact that it is an Ironman branded race make it the prestigious race it has become?  According to Macca, not at all.  I tend to agree.  Ironman has a stronghold on the 140.6 and 70.3 distance races throughout the world.  Frankly, I don't see that changing.  Sadly, I wish our sport used a more generic term for the 70.3 and 140.6 distance races.  Much like a Sprint or Olympic distance are not brand specific, I wish we used something such as Long Course for a 70.3 and an Ultra distance for a 140.6 race.  That way, Ironman would be just a brand of triathlons, just like Rev3 is a brand that puts on numerous triathlon races across the country (including 70.3 distances).  Doing this would potentially rid us of the idea that only Ironman races matter.  In fact there are thousands of races that are not put on by Ironman throughout the country that offer so many great things to the sport of triathlon.  If you have read Chris McCormack's article, he gives quite the list of races to look into.

The root of this debate is each persons' reasons for racing in the sport of triathlon.  If you are one who thinks you are not a triathlete until you finish an Ironman, more than likely, you have a very materialistic view of triathlon.  Think of it this way, is a runner not a "runner" until they finish a 50k, 50 mile, or 100 mile ultramarathon?  At what point did our sport find the need to solidify individuals' existences within the community based on distances finished?  The fact of the matter is, you are a triathlete whether you finish a sprint distance race or multiple Ironman distance races.  We are a community of committed, driven, and motivated people from a variety of backgrounds.  At any start line at any given triathlon, you'll find a diverse population, with an even more diverse reason for being there.  You'll find triathletes looking to win and triathletes that are just looking to finish.  There will be recovering addicts who found a new addiction in exercise, you'll see individuals who have lost insane amounts of weight to reclaim their health through their dedicated training that brought them to the start line, and there will be first timers and athletes who have raced literally hundreds of triathlons.  Each person's reason for toeing the start line at a triathlon is as unique as the individual with the reason for being there.  I realized this first hand when I went to support my friend Bob and his wife at the Fox Cities Half Marathon this past September.  It was the first time I had been a part of a race as a spectator in a long while.  I saw a different side of the race.  Not only did I see the leaders, who had a fire in their eye to win the race, then there were the runners who had other goals, goals that were not tied to a time or a placing.  Their goals may have been just finishing the race or even as simple as just having fun.

Macca's article about the commercialization of the sport of triathlon and his reasons for being drawn to the sport of triathlon had me thinking about my love of the sport.  After reading his article, I asked myself, "why do I race?"  What is it that gets my butt out of bed at 4:00am to train on weekends?  Why do I go out for 3 hour runs in sub zero temperatures in January?  Why am I willing to sacrifice so much to train and race.  Why do I race?

It's a profound question.  I race for the love of the challenge.  That's it, it's that simple.  I race to compete against myself.  Regardless of the distance, or who puts on the race, every race offers a new and different challenge.  Even the same race offers new challenges each and every year.  No race is ever the same, no matter how identical they may appear on paper.  I love pushing myself to find new limits and then finding ways to push past those limits to reach newer and higher limits.  It's and on-going cycle, I am never satisfied with accomplishments, because anyway you look at it, there is always room for improvement.  There is always something that could have been done better.  This applies to any race distance.

I do not race for social approval.  I do not race to impress friends, family or co-workers.  I do not race to gain social acceptance.  There is no need for that.  I am who I am, and frankly I am happy with myself.  I race to promote health and fitness.  I want to show that there are benefits to be had by living a healthy and active lifestyle.  I want to show that a little work goes a long way.  One of the most common statements I've heard since training for and finishing an Ironman has been something to the effect of, "I could never do that!"  The truth is pretty much anybody (within reason) could finish an Ironman.  It doesn't require you to have a lower body fat percentage, it doesn't require a certain body type, you don't have to young, hell you don't even need to a super endurance athlete.  It does require an insane amount of work and dedication.  It requires a lot of sacrifices.  If you are willing to make it happen, you too can become and Ironman.  The same thing applies to a marathon, half marathon, 10k, or even a 5k.  If you are willing to put in the work, I guarantee you can accomplish anything.  

Ultimately, that is why I race.  I race for my kids.  I race for my health.  I race for the love of the sport.  I race to inspire.  I race to have fun.  I race for the challenge.  I race to find new limits and then to find a way to exceed those limits.  Oh yea....I also race to drink beer!  :)

Why do you race?


Monday, November 11, 2013

Bowling With the Girls

This past Saturday was my Monday.  Sarah was off of work and we had a few spare coupons for a free game of bowling at the local bowling alley.  We decided that we would take the girls bowling for the first time in the morning.  On Saturday morning we all woke up and Maya, Delaney, and I made pancakes for breakfast.  After eating breakfast as a family we got ready and were off for bowling.  On the way to the bowling alley, Maya, said something that stuck with me, she said that she "really loves family days."  It meant a lot to me to hear her say that.  It affirmed that Sarah and I are doing right.  It showed me that we are raising a daughter who has a strong sense of family and values spending time together as a family.  Having her ask about "Family Day." makes me think that we will have to have regular "Family Days."  My next set of off days we may even let her plan our next family day.




After we got to the bowling alley, the girls were both very excited with a curiosity of what exactly bowling was.  They were both anxious to put on their individual bowling shoes and to pick out their bowling balls.  After getting set up on our lane, we were all set to start bowling and began youngest to oldest.  Delaney was the first to go, and of course, on her first ball, she bowls a strike.  It was rather comical.  Maya was next.  She required a little assistance, but still was able to roll her ball the entire distance of the lane.  By the end of the first game, Maya was bowling on her own and Delaney was having a blast watching the pins fall.  Sadly, also by the end of our first game, Sarah and defeated me 99-103...pathetic!  It has been who knows how long it has been since I last went bowling, needless to say, I had lost the touch for a good hook.  Oh well, spending the time with my daughters and wife was worth every minute of it.  I have to agree with Maya - I just love Family Days!




Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Reflections

It's hard to believe but I have already published 99 blog posts.  Now, I'm no genius, but that would make this post number 100.  As soon as post #100 was on the horizon, I started to think what my 100th post will entail.  Maybe a Race Report - that would require a race at the right time, maybe a great recipe - there really isn't anything special about that, maybe a family update - again, nothing really unique, or maybe a flashback post - maybe a Race Report of my first ever triathlon or first duathlon, that would be unique and flashy.  But, then I went out for a run this morning in the cold, windy rain.  As miserable as you would think running in the rain with 10-15 mph winds and 50 degree temperatures would be, it was actually a very thoughtful run.  I began thinking about my next blog post, which in turn, had me thinking about my blog and what it has become.  I then realized what my 100th post would be about - a refection post about where I have been, where my family has been throughout the past 14 months since I started this blog.

I originally started this blog with the idea that I would do it for a year, just while I was training for my first Ironman.  I wanted to document the journey, the ups, the downs, the successes, the failures, everything.  I wanted something to look back on after it was all done.  But, here I sit, 2 months after Ironman Wisconsin, and I still have my blog and I still write regularly.  When I started my blog it had a typical .blogspot url and a rather simple page layout.  Now, it has its own .com and along with a visually appealing layout.  My first post was back on September 11th, 2012.  It was simple, it explained my reasons for starting a blog and told my story of registering for Ironman Wisconsin.  It started out with minimal page views.  Today, I get about 1,000-1,500 page views per month.  I have received emails from complete strangers asking for training and nutrition advice, to which I gladly respond back.  I have even had complete strangers come up to me at races or while out training and say that they have been following my blog and introduce themselves.  It's actually rather humbling that other people have enjoyed my posts.  Thank you to those who read and continue to read my blog, especially if you have actually read all my posts, as I know I have the tendency to ramble.  :)

Since I began blogging, my focus has changed.  I still enjoy blogging about my training and racing, sharing recipes, and posting about my family life.  I have gained a passion for educating and inspiring others to make a change in their lives; a change for the better, a change to lead a healthier, more active lifestyle.  I have known since I was 16 or 17 that I wanted to have a career in health and fitness.  I loved working at the YMCA after college as a Health and Fitness Coordinator.  I was able to share my passion of health and fitness with so many people.  But, I was forced to change careers for financial reasons and now I am a full time Patrol Officer with a demanding job.  This blog is my way to stay connected with health and fitness and share my passion with others.

Over the past year this blog has been an outlet to share my life, both the good and bad.  I don't sugar coat my life, I don't chose to write about the positive and joyful things in my life.  I lay myself out there, I am me.  Hell, just recently I wrote about my dream to race at the Ironman World Championships (Operation Kona), which led to a huge disparity between me and the one's I love.  Within a week or two, I had to come back and explain how I let my emotions and dreams take priority over my wife and kids (Taking a Step Back).  Today, as I look back on those two posts, I feel as though they are the exact reason why I continue to keep up with my blog.  I have found a joy in writing, almost as a way for me to reflect on my life, where I have been, and where I am going.  Growing up, I despised writing, I hated it.  But then again, I also hated running in high school.  Writing has become a way for me to express myself and stay in touch with so many friends and family, as life has taken us in so many different directions.

As I look back on the time span since I started my blog, so many things have happened.  It's hard to comprehend everything that has happened over the past 14 months but in reality, a lot of things have changed, including me.  First, there's the obvious changes, Sarah, Maya, Delaney, and I are all another year older - duh.  Then there's life's big changes, this past summer Sarah and I learned that we will be having our third child, it still amazes me.  I still have to just sit and think to realize that I am a father, let a long a father to a 4 and 2 year old, and now Sarah and I will be welcoming another new born into our lives in just about 4 months.  Over the past year, I have spent a TON of time and money training to finish my first Ironman.  And, frankly, I have neglected many things during that time frame, including my wife and kids.  I am not proud of that, not at all.  Don't get me wrong, completing Ironman Wisconsin was a dream come true and is literally one of the greatest days of my life.  But, in the end, really who cares if I am and "Ironman" or not, what really matters is what kind of father I was and what kind of husband I was to Sarah.  Sure, being an Ironman has taught me a lot - the stereotypical drive, determination, and the never give up mentality.  But, at my funeral, who is going to sit there and tell stories of my Ironman journey?  Yea, no one.  It still is me, it's who I am.  But, over the past year, not only did I learn about myself during my journey to becoming and Ironman, I also learned the important of time.  Time with family and friends. Time spent teaching your kids.  Time relaxing.  Time enjoying your hobbies and passions.  There are only 24 hours in a day, everyone gets the same amount of time each day.  It's what you do with those hours that make you who you are.  It's what separates successful people and the unsuccessful.  It separates the good parents and the great parents.


Don't get me wrong here, I still plan on training and racing, it's me, it is who I am and most likely who I will always be.  Will I do another Ironman?  Yea, I'm sure I will.  Will I race Kona?  Realistically, probably not, but a man is still allowed to dream, right?  I am who I am.  I am constantly learning every day.  I am by no means a perfect husband (Sarah will be the first to tell you that).  I am not a perfect father either.  Everyday I strive to be good great, but I am going to make mistakes.  But I guarantee I'm going to learn from those mistakes.  I'm going to be a better person because of it.  I'll continue to write about it too, every step of the way.  So here's to my first 100 posts, and hopefully a hundred more!

Life's a journey, enjoy the ride!

Friday, November 1, 2013

Chicken Mofongo

If I haven't posted about it yet, I absolutely LOVE Chow Stalker!  If you haven't checked it out, you should.  It is a blog with constantly updated Paleo, High Fat, Gluten Free, and Real Food recipes.  I have yet to find something on there that doesn't make my mouth water.  Plus, the best part is they are all healthy recipes!  The other day I was scouring Chow Stalker and found a recipe for Chicken Mofongo.  The picture looked delicious, but I had no idea what the hell Mofongo was.  After doing a little research, I learned that traditional Mofongo is a classic fried plantain dish originating from Puerto Rico.  Traditional Mofongo dishes are made from fried green plantains which are then mashed (like mashed potatoes) with olive oil, broth, garlic, and pork cracklings or bacon.  It sounds delicious, so I figured, what the hell, lets give it a try!

Turns out, it was better than delicious, it was fantastic.  It took a while to make and was pretty labor intensive to be honest.  The entire dish took about 1:10-1:20 to complete, start to finish and left me with a sink FULL of dirty pots and pans.  But, in the end, everyone loved it, including our picky kids.  If you're looking for something new to try, or always wanted to try a dish with plantains, here is a great option!

Ingredients

   
Mofongo:
  • 4 Green Plantains
  • 1/4 Cup Chicken Stock
  • 4 Slices of Thick Cut Bacon
  • 1 Tbsp Garlic, Minced
  • Salt and Black Pepper to Taste
      Chicken Sauce:
  • 2-3 Boneless Chicken Breasts, Cubed
  • 1 Tbsp Coconut Oil
  • Medium-Small Onion, Diced
  • Green Bell Pepper, Diced
  • 2 Tbsp Cilantro, Chopped
  • 2 Garlic Cloves, Chopped
  • 15 oz Can Tomato Sauce
  • 1 Cup Chicken Stock
  • 3 Tbsp Red Wine Vinegar
  • 2 Tsp Salt
  • 1 1/2 Tsp Garlic Powder
  • 1 1/2 Tsp Onion Powder
  • 1 1/2 Tsp Cumin
  • 1 Tsp Oregano
  • 1 Tsp Coriander
  • 1/2 Tsp Black Pepper

Directions

  1. Peel plantains by cutting the outer peel with a knife and running your thumb between the plantain and the peel.
  2. Cut the plantains into 1/2-1" disks and place into a put with water and 1 Tsp salt and allow to soak for about 15 minutes.  After they have soaked for 15 minutes bring water to a boil and boil plantains for 5 minutes, drain from the water and dry using paper towel.
  3. Cook bacon in a frying pan, when fully cooked place onto a plate with paper towel to dry off excess grease.
  4. Fry plantain disks in the same frying pan using the excess bacon grease.  You may need to add a little extra coconut oil if the bacon grease dries.  Fry until golden brown.
  5. Dice the cooled, dried bacon
  6. Add all Mofongo ingredients into either a food processor or mortar and pestel to mash to the consistency of traditional mashed potatoes.  Add Chicken Stock a little at a time as you mash the ingredients together, you may need to add more or less Chicken Stock to get the desired consistency.
  7. To make the chicken sauce, first heat coconut oil in frying pan and saute the onion, pepper, garlic, and cilantro, for about 4 minutes, or until soft.
  8. Add tomato sauce, red wine vinegar, and chicken stock, cook for another 3-4 minutes
  9. Add chicken and remaining herbs and spices and cook until chicken is fully cooked.
  10. To serve, ladle sauce onto plate and form Mofongo into baseball to softball size balls and place in center of plate.  Garnish with a few sprigs of cilantro. 
Boiling the plantains.

I used a food processor to mash the Mofongo.