To elaborate:


Blah, blah, blah I do triathlons and stuff… but I know what the people really want to hear about. They want puppies. And if you don´t want puppies: 1) feel free to scroll down past these pictures, and 2) what the hell is wrong with you?

2018 brought me two of the cutest pups I’ve ever seen. My friend’s puppy Lionel and my sister’s brand new pup Rosie. There´s nothing funny to be said here… they´re just really cute:

Lionel: one of the dudes

Rosie: so cute I want to throw up


Moving out east to turn pro and live and train with a group of great dudes and dudettes this summer under coach James was the best decision of 2018. We got a taste of what a daily training environment surrounded by teammates who push each other and have fun can do. It makes you better. We´re a rag tag bunch that doesn’t give a shit if your socks don´t match your cycling kit (well, most of us)… all we care about is mashing watts and taking names. And the dudes are now SPONSORED BY SPEEDO. Dreams really do come true. So be prepared for a whole lot more speedo action in 2019.


Triathlon finally took a front seat in my life this year. Here are a few of the highlights:

I got to race a major bucket-list race, Escape from Alcatraz as my last amateur race. Went pretty well before I bonked HARD the last 2 miles and dropped to finish in 3rd. It was a wild ride. Had fun from start to finish. Already plotting to return to Alcatraz to race in the pro field so I can freeze in that water and get sand in my speedo.



My last collegiate nationals was changed to a duathlon, which was a great opportunity to compete in a different format and style of race sucked, but oh well life goes on. It was super fun meeting some of my Nor’Easter teammates and racing one last time for Mizzou.

After crashing out one year, and finishing in second place 3 years in a row at one of my all time favorite triathlons, I finally won Trizou and set a course record.

I finished in 7th place at my first pro race, the NYC triathlon, fueled by the delicious Hudson River water I drank during the swim. I ripped the bike and came off in 4th, then held on for dear life on the run through central park. One of my favorite races yet.




I managed to graduate in May with my doctorate of physical therapy, and somehow passed boards less than a week after clavicle surgery. I made some of my best friends the past three years at Mizzou in PT school, and still can´t take a shower without the fear of being pranked by them. Being a PT gives me the ability to work part time to be able to put the work in and focus on training as we work towards making some $$$ as a triathlete. Currently in the offseason I´m working contract assignments in cool places and eating rice and beans to pay off the loans ASAP. Which brings me to my next blurb….


In 2018 I lived in the midwest (no coast), the east coast, and the west coast, and got to see a whole lot of America in between. Anna and I have been doing contract work as travel therapists in Seattle, and currently en route to Eureka, CA for the next 13 weeks. Turns out that unlike Iowa there is more than just corn out there. There’s lots of places to open water swim – literally right on my way to work. This spring, we´ll make the 50-hour drive back East to Derry, NH to get back with the team, and see some more new places.


To lose a friend before their time is incredibly sad. We lost our teammate Kipp shortly after the DTE wrapped up this summer. Kipp was THE dude. He was a real friend. Kipp had more than just talent and potential in triathlon; he was ready to do whatever it took to achieve his goals. There hasn’t been a day since that I haven’t thought of him. During a ride or a long swim set I think of the time we all spent together this summer and the stupid shit we did, and regret that we won’t be able to share more of those times with Kipp in the future. We had a lot of happy times in 2018 training and being goofy that I won’t soon forget. I’m really glad I got the chance to know Kipp.


The bike crash that ended my season was just a bump in the road. I stayed positive, and got back to it as quickly as I could. I had a couple really solid months of training this fall after recovering from surgery and healing up. But then, I pulled a grade-A bozo move and got injured while working on a patient. To make a long story short, my pelvis shifted while performing a muscle energy technique, I raced a 10K the next day (ouch), and could hardly walk the following week. Since then, I haven´t been able to run, and I´ve felt like about $18 bucks (as opposed to my usual million bucks). I´d rather the patient just broke my clavicle again and gone through that whole process, since this is so difficult to treat and the healing process has been a challenge. BUT, it’s moving in the right direction, I´m biking and swimming and keeping on. I might have to shift my race schedule and move my season later, but it will all buff out.


After running the 10k that wrecked my pelvis… still got the win, but the pain face says it wasn’t worth the pumpkin


Lots of happy times this year. Ready for more happy times, and ready go all in this year.

Next stop… Eureka, CA. Time to go see what these big trees are all about with some training in the land of the Redwoods. YEEeeeEEE!



Go-Go-Squeezes, Puppies, and Making Moves

Today marks 5 weeks out since I had surgery, and coincidentally about 5 weeks since I last wrote a post. But after a month of being in a sling, sleeping on my back with multiple pillow pets to keep me from rolling over (okay keeping me company), and eating nothing but go-go squeeze applesauce pouches I am making GAINZ again.


Absolute CARNAGE

So what have I been doing since my teammate Kipp Kinsley pushed me off my bike and broke my clavicle into 4 pieces because he was jealous of my mustache?


Kipp rubbing it in my face that he has an intact clavicle and great mustache. 


Fine. I was the one jealous of his mustache. I’ll admit it.










Here is the week by week injury training plan play-by-play:

Week 1: Mostly spent horizontal, but I was able to hit my max HR zones when I sneezed. A word to the wise don’t tear your obliques if you plan on sneezing a lot.

Week 2: Moved back to the Midwest to eat Iowa sweet corn and pet my friend’s new puppy. Also started power-walking with the neighborhood moms.


Lionel is going to be the Airbud of Triathlon


“TAKE YOUR PULL LYNNE!!!” You bet your ass I strava’d it. If only there were KOMs for power walking.

Week 3: Finally was able to (sort of) ride the trainer with a special “broken clavicle” setup. Wasn’t the most comfortable setup, but my quads were getting scary small so I had to mash some watts.


Week 4: Started getting a little more aggressive with the physical therapy exercises. (if only I knew some PTs)… Motion is lotion!

Week 5: And that brings us to now. Sling off, power walking, riding the trainer and watching Shark Tank.

Another thing not worth noting: I’ve noticed I have earwax now. Might seem normal, but I haven’t been out of the pool for longer than a month since I was 14. I have never had any earwax because of the daily chlorine bath. Also I feel like my sense of smell has started improving, and I’m growing more leg hair than ever (still not a whole lot). I also think I’ve finally stopped smelling like chlorine. Weird. Three weeks before I can attempt to swim again.

Current state of the injuries:

The follow up appointment I had today had some good news and bad news.

The good news: x-rays showed the clavicle is healing up about as expected. My ROM is coming along swimmingly (hopefully enough to swim at 2-months post op).

The bad news: I’ve had some pretty bad neck range of motion limitations and neck discomfort that I attributed to a tight anterior scalene muscle. It looks like either my brachial plexus or that muscle may be caught or pinned down by the hardware they used to fixate the clavicle. The brachial plexus is a big nerve bundle that branches into all the nerves of your upper extremity. So it’s kind of important. The good news of the bad news is that right now I’m not having radiating symptoms or pain from it, just limitations in movement and discomfort.



Here’s a nice little anatomy lesson


What it means: Looks like I might have to have another surgery to remove the plate and screws once the clavicle is healed. Not a fun thought but nothing to be done now but keep power walking and let the bone heal fully.

So, what’s the next move?

Since I know my millions of fans are dying to know the next move towards chasing the triathlon dream… the next move is a literal move to Seattle, WA.

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While I haven’t written much about it here, the past 6 years I’ve been juggling triathlon with school to become a physical therapist. This summer in Ipswich I spent a solid chunk of time at the library between training sessions studying for my licensing exam (okay 50/50 studying and flirting with Peggy the retired-grandma-now-librarian). I ended up taking the exam 5 days post-surgery (yikes). Somehow I managed to pass and get my doctorate of physical therapy after being off pain meds for about a day and being more constipated than I’ve ever been, ever. (TMI?)

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“Jesus take the wheeeeellll” – me during exam

Anywho, now I can make a little cash-money to be able to pay off the student loans and keep the keep the triathlon dream alive. Travel therapy lends itself well to the initial grind of becoming and developing as a professional triathlete. There are a whole lot of neo-pro triathletes that I have witnessed and heard of who go all in for a season or two before going broke and having to go full blow adult before they even hit their stride.

From what I’ve gathered, the new pros who do not run into this problem (going broke) usually fall into one of these 3 categories:

  1. They have an external $$$ source funding their lifestyle (sugar momma/daddy, rich parents, win lottery, help a Nigerian prince online and get a large sum of money in return).
  2. They get good FAST (or come from a college sport background and are already very very fast), and get funded by sponsors and/or USAT.
  3. They figure out a sustainable plan/income that allows them to primarily focus on triathlon and train consistently for the long term (multiple years) without running out of money until they “make it.”

So, since I haven’t been contacted by any Nigerian princes and my flirting attempts to make Peggy the librarian my sugar momma didn’t pan out, I’m going to have to go with option #3.

Right now, my #3 is travel therapy. My girlfriend Anna (she’s an OT) and I can work 13 week contracts in cool places and make some $$$ to pay off student loans and save up. It might not be ideal to work 45-50 hour weeks and squeeze in workouts before/after work. But, it means we can move back east to live and train full time with the Dudes and Dudettes of Nor’Easter elite starting in the spring. I might not be netting much $$$, but as long as I have enough to buy PB and a few go-go-squeezes and travel to races, I know the results will come with the consistency.

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If any fellow professional triathletes are reading this and want to get fast and have fun check out our full time training group: https://www.noreasterelite.com/elitedte

Next moves:

  • Two-week road-trip on the way to Seattle involving lots of hiking while wearing a giant fanny pack #dadbod
  • Work in Seattle for 13 weeks and learn to swim again
  • Go to Iowa for Christmas and eat lots of vegan Christmas cookies (they’re still terrible for you but it’s the holidays)
  • Work another 13 weeks… Seattle or California so I can start working on my speedo tan
  • Full send across the entire country to Derry, NH aka the new triathlon Mecca of the world to train and race with Nor’Easter Elite

If I don’t write another blog post for 5 weeks I either got eaten by a bear in Montana or forgot and/or didn’t want to blog.

LOL (Lots Of Love),



p.s. Kipp didn’t push me off the bridge




Triathlon can be a real pain in the clavicle sometimes.

Comcast may be a terrible internet provider, but it turns out their ambulance service is pretty great, and far more affordable than standard ambulances.


Thank God the mullet is okay. Also thankful for Morphine at this point.

On Tuesday morning, following a hot and humid track workout, the team was getting ready for bike ride with some efforts on the TT bikes to prep for the Boston Triathlon this weekend. We broke into a few groups, and my teammate Kipp and I took off for Plum Island.

A few miles in we were hit by a cold breeze, and started to see some ominous clouds and dark skies on the horizon, and an old man that looked sort of like a wizard shouted to us, “there’s a storm on the horizon!” just as thunder clapped down from the sky. Alright the last part isn’t true but there was still some very serious foreshadowing going on. Kipp and I kept riding, and as the sky started to open up and sprinkle we both thought to ourselves that it might be a good idea to turn around. But we didn’t.

As got closer to Plum Island, Mother Nature began having her way with us with more wind and rain, and I was about to shout ahead to Kipp that we should turn around and roll it on home just as we started over the bridge.


The Plum Island Bridge on a nice sunny day

The Plum Island Bridge is a metal grated bridge that goes over the Plum Island River. We had ridden over it before no problem, but never in the rain. As soon as I got on the bridge, it felt like I was biking on ice (after the crash my bike had two flat tires – not sure if it was the cause, or if it happened during the crash). Next thing I knew I was face down on the other side of the bridge, and when I tried to get up my arm gave out and I face-planted. Kipp was running over as cars were lining up and I was lying face down trying to figure out how to move.

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Another picture showing the nice metal surface that welcomed me to the ground

Kipp helped me to sit, at which point I reached up and felt a broken bone sticking up just under the skin, and I knew my clavicle was donezo. I was able to take a couple hobbles into my Comcast guardian angel’s truck and headed to the hospital. My other teammates gave my bike a once over and minus some dings it turned out okay (I think – haven’t looked yet). Thanks to Justin for stopping my Garmin, we know that I was going about 25mph when I hit the bridge.


Can you spy 1/2 of my clavicle?

After the Comcast dude dropped me off at the hospital I had my whole left side x-rayed and my wounds cleaned and stitched up. The next 4-5 hours were spent in the ER on morphine hanging out with my coach James waiting to see if anything else was broken. The damage report from the x-rays showed a clavicle broken and displaced into four pieces, but over the past few days I’ve taken some injury inventory that included the following:

  • Clavicle WRECKED
  • Weird patterned road rash covering left side from metal grate
  • Some serious damage to musculature on my left side, mostly under the puncture that they had to stitch up. Still not sure what it is but don’t make me laugh or sneeze please.
  • Sprained left ankle
  • Lots of pulled muscles
  • Banged up knee and pelvis
  • Haven’t pooped in 4 days


Luckily my helmet cracked so my skull didn’t have to and I don’t feel like I sustained any head damage (I mean it’s 2005 helmets are pretty technologically advanced at this point), so I’m very fortunate there.


1, 2, 3, 4, pieces. Pen marks were how the doctor explained it would (hopefully) heal without surgery

The doctor said that the collarbone could heal itself without surgery, but that my left shoulder would be shorter and my deltoid would in turn be weaker due to a shortened lever arm. Since I still have hopes of playing major league baseball I told him I was opting for the surgery to protect my pitching arm. Also it would probably be better for the professional triathlon career as well.


9 pins one plate. Going to set off metal detectors the rest of my life.


s/o to the fam for taking me to surgery before hitting the freedom trail in Boston

Surgery took twice as long as expected, and he decided to keep me in the hospital overnight, but seems like it was a success. I have 9 pins and a plate in my arm and it smarts pretty good, but the surgeon said he had operated on some Celtics players so he seemed legit. Still not a whole lot of info from him, but should find out timeline next week at the follow up.


They did a nerve block for the surgery, so I couldn’t feel or move my entire arm for about 16 hours. The collarbone felt better great at this point post-surgery… because I couldn’t feel it.


A little less cheery once the nerve block started to wear off…

The support I have had from my coach, teammates, pain killers, family, and girlfriend have been amazing and made the process much more bearable. Fortunately for me, my family was on vacation to watch me race in Canada last weekend and at the Boston tri the following weekend. They even called an audible and will be driving my car across the country since I won’t be able to drive home. My girlfriend Anna was also planning on flying in to surprise me at the race, but the surprise was on her when she realized she was in for a fun weekend of washing my mullet in the sink and getting me ice packs every hour. She’s the real MVP. The night of the surgery my teammates stormed the hospital with a huge jar of PB and some rice cakes and made me laugh while probably making the hospital staff uncomfortable.


Nothing says “we’re sorry you broke your clavicle and your season is over and we love you” like an edible arrangement. Thanks team!

I made it back to the team house the next day and was greeted by the biggest edible arrangement I’ve ever seen… that’s how much this team cares. They even let me eat all the chocolate strawberries at once. The Nor’Easter squad has become a second family this summer and while I’m bummed that my season had to end like this, I can’t wait to get back out here in the spring to train every day with this team and achieve some big goals and keep doing what we love.


For now I’m chugging the Miralax like it’s my job trying to get back on the daily poop schedule and protecting my new robot arm. My focus for the next few days is aimed at passing my 5.5 hour PT licensing exam on Wednesday. Turns out breaking your clavicle is not very conducive for studying. But I’ve been hitting the books hard this summer and the test is only offered every 3 months so I’m just gonna send it. Saying a little prayer so that I can pass and also that all this Miralax doesn’t kick in midway through the test.


She’s the best

My 2018 race season might be over, but the 2019 season starts as soon as I can take my arm out of this sling and start doing some shoulder pendulums. That’s all for now, but I’ll keep everyone up to date as the recovery continues and life keeps happening. All in all I am very lucky to have hobbled away with a broken clavicle – could have gone a lot differently if I fell the other way and launched off the bridge or if a car was coming. Now that I broke a clavicle I can really get good at cycling since all the best cyclists have broken a clavicle or two.

NYC Triathlon: Severed thumbs, speedos, and potential.


Just going to leave this here

Items spotted floating in the NYC tri Hudson River swim course: large bottle of tequila, a shoe, a log that I karate chopped through mid-swim, and a severed thumb.

Okay no thumb, but I guarantee there’s at least a couple thumbs floating around in there somewhere.

This post covers my first professional race and what a 7th place finish means to me. As promised, I’ll keep the race report part short and sweet and stick to mostly pictures. I’ll try to minimize details that you might not care to know – like the fact that I should have used a bit more vaseline (aka clam chowder) under the hood of the speedo on that bike ride (ok starting now).

The swim:


The pro field… Peep the speedos.

The swim was not wetsuit legal for the pros, so the speedos were out in full force. The speedo reps at the expo loved the speedo race plan and hooked us up with some new goggles so we could clearly see all the crap we were swimming through in the Hudson.

The majority of the pro field wore swim skins – for those not familiar with the sport they are an extra suit you pay $200 for to wear over your kit for compression and it gives you an extra thing to worry about in transition when you get to take it off.

I opted to squeeze into a size 26 speedo to compress my buttcheeks, and it ended up working well for me. I came out of the water with the lead group right behind my teammate Spencer, and only ran into one log. No water was swallowed and it’s been three days and I don’t have any weird diseases from the Hudson water.


On the 1/2 mile run to T1. I love the way the Hudson River mud really brings out my mustache

The bike:


Shoutout to my friend Ben Walton for waking up at 3:00am to take pictures and make me look cool… Just look at this black and white one… damn Ben nice work

The bike leg of the NYC tri was awesome. I came to New York ready to throw down on the bike, especially since my run was going to be a big question mark after a month of spotty training due to some leg issues. The legs felt strong and I was able to bike up to 4th place, behind Cam Dye, Ben Kanute, and Jackson Laundry. Even though they had a bit of a gap on me it was pretty sweet to be in the mix with those guys.

Coming from a swimming background, I always thought it would be my strongest leg, but my bike has come a long way and has surpassed the swim it’s now the leg I enjoy most.


It’s also motivating to me that I was able to post the 4th fastest bike split on a TT bike I picked up off Craigslist a few weeks ago for $1200, while the bulk of the pro field was on rigs with price tags around $8,000 – $10,000. I borrowed a race wheel set with a rear disc (s/o Justin Lippertay) which made me feel 2 legit 2 quit, but the TT bike fit still needs a bit of work and I’ll have to go back to the training wheels for the next race.

I’m hopeful that if I keep showing up and biking fast, someone might notice and want to put me on a faster bike. Then I can bike even faster (yay), while drawing attention to said bike and mashing watts in the speedo all the way to the front of the race. So, if any bike people are reading this and want someone to ride your bikes fast I’m your guy. I’m only getting faster.


The run:


Coming out of T2 in fourth place I wasn’t sure how much of a gap I had made on the rest of the field. The last person I passed on the bike was Jason West (one of the best runners in the sport), and I knew he was going to run me down and make me feel like a jabroni at some point. My plan was to just run steady and hold off as many people as I could.

West passed me within the first mile, another runner passed me around mile 2, and right at mile 6, with 0.2 to go I got sprinted past by Brian Duffy Jr. Always sucks to get passed in the final stretch, but I was pretty thrilled with a 7th place finish in a stacked field at my first pro race.


At this point of the run “Welcome to New York” by T Swift was on repeat. Just the chorus.


The NYC triathlon made me hungry. Literally it made me hungry, so I ate two NYC style bagels. But also hungry in the figurative sense. I’m hungry to keep improving and to earn a spot on the podium next year. I know that the run is my limiting factor, but I learned that my swim and bike are at a level that can get me in a position close to the top dogs at the start of the run.

Fortunately I’ve already seen improvements on the run from working with my coach this spring. The past 5 years without a coach I had no idea what I was doing as far as run training goes. Or biking for that matter.

So things are looking up, the potential is there, and it’s only up from here. Aside from the Junior World Champion Austin Hindman in 10th place I was the youngest guy in the top ten. So while 24 might be a little late to the party for draft-legal ITU racing, it’s not too late for non-draft and long course. But that’s a topic for another post.


SQUAD. The Nor’Easter team crushed this weekend with our guys going 7th, 12th (Spencer), 18th (Weston), and our gals going 5th (Ali) and 9th (Caroline)

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NYC triathlon: It’s mullet season

Yesterday my teammate Spencer Ralston and I decided to get mullets. You might be wondering the same question that our wonderful hair-cutter Alyssa asked us yesterday.DSC_0016.JPG


After more than a year of growing out my modest flow I was starting to have get some nice lettuce hanging out the back of my helmet. The length had finally passed the annoying stage and could be kept in a baby pony tail out of my eyes. So why the mullet?

Because, we wanted mullets. They were the coolest hairstyle of the 80’s, when the sport of triathlon was born. This Sunday at the NYC triathlon we will be lining up with 30 professional triathletes, including olympians and the some of the world’s best non-draft olympic distance athlete’s in the sport.

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The glory days

We won’t be the most well known. We won’t be the fastest (yet – we’re working on it). But I’ll be damned if we won’t have the two best mullets and speedos the sport of triathlon has seen since the 1980’s.

Last year when I started racing in a speedo in non-draft events I got a lot of questions about it, mostly falling into two categories: “Why?” and “Doesn’t that chafe a lot?” While I can’t speak for Spencer, I don’t just wear the speedo so I have easy access to my nipples during the race.


Pre-Mullet. Ladies, he’s single. @triswag1

I wear the speedo because everything is more fun when you are in a speedo, especially triathlon. The head turns and comments, and sense of FREEDOM racing in a speedo… can’t beat it. And with the proper use of lubricant (clam chowder as we like to call it out in New England), the chafing is not an issue.

The reason we’ll be racing in speedos is the same reason we got the mullets. It’s fun. When I decided to go pro I told my girlfriend (who fully supports the mullet and dirty upper lip mustache by the way) that I never want to get to a point where triathlon isn’t fun anymore.


Taking myself very seriously and having fun at Escape from Alcatraz. “I’m a professional triathlete”


While I take training and racing very seriously, I will never take myself too seriously. There is a definite difference. If I ever stop having fun in the sport or start acting like an eliteist pro triathlete who is “too cool” someone slap me. Not saying I’ll never wear another tri kit or have a normal hairstyle, but if I ever stop being a goof or start acting like I’m better than any age group athlete racing for fun it’s over.


For now I’m not at all worried about the fun aspect, because the Nor’Easter squad is a bunch of goons. We’re putting in some good work and having a lot of fun doing it.


Bike and swim training have been going great. Not going to lie, the run at NYC has got me nervous. Since Escape from Alcatraz I’ve had some nasty medial tibia stress syndrome (aka shin splints) going on in both legs that has made for some not great run training. But I’m not here to make excuses or sandbag – I put in some great work on the run this spring and I’m ready to throw down as best as I can with what I have been able to do… this morning I was turning heads as I sweat about a gallon and made the mullet look like a sopping wet coonskin cap.  If I get caught by 10 dudes on the run it’s because they ran faster than me, not because “I’m injured.” I might not be in peak form on the run, but are you silly? I’m still gonna send it! 



“Life is short. Stunt it.”

This quote, spoken by the Hot Rod himself, Rod Kimble, is the motto I’m trying to live by. It’s the reason I’m living off rice and beans, sleeping in a room with a roommate and 12 teammate’s bikes, and putting a hold on my career as a physical therapist in order to run around in a speedo and be a part of the world of professional triathlon.

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This site is for anyone who wants to follow along with my rookie triathlon season without falling asleep from boredom while reading a 12 page race report. I’ll keep things short and sweet, and focus on answering the important questions, like the these:

  • Q: How many jars of peanut butter do you eat a week? A: currently 2.5 jars/week
  • Q: How do you make money as a pro triathlete? A: will report on this one as I figure it out!
  • Q: Is triathlon where you ski and shoot things? A: no
  • Q: Why are you not practicing physical therapy after finishing 6 years of school to become a doctor? A: triathlon is more fun. I can work in some PT here and there so I can buy peanut butter and be a full time PT later.
  • Q: Are you trying to go to the Olympics or race the Ironman in Hawaii? A: most professional triathletes tend to focus on either the shorter, draft legal ITU races (sprint and olympic distances), with the ultimate pinnacle being the Olympic games, or long course racing (full ironman and half ironman distances), with the top level pros qualifying and competing at the Ironman world championships in Kona (and 70.3 championships). My focus for the time being is sprint and olympic ITU and non-draft racing.
  • Q: What states make up New England? A: after moving across the country to live and train with the Nor’Easter squad in Ipswich MA I think I finally figured it out. Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, Massachusetts, Connecticut, and Rhode Island. Also, Boston accents are real and every third person you see is wearing an article of Patriots clothing.

Stay tuned as I try answer more of the questions every new pro triathlete probably gets asked 100 times, and post some videos and pictures of training and racing with the DTE squad. In the meantime, for less words and more pictures follow along on Instagram @eculbs and @dudes_of_the_dte