Yeah, I was that kid. The kid who fell in love with sports or, more so, thrill of competition but, wasn’t highly gifted. I tried hard but never played a varsity sport in high school. In fact, I got cut from the 8th grade basketball team, had one 8th grade wrestling match and lost 12-0 and scored one point the entire season in 9th grade basketball. It was a beautiful free throw though – should have seen it.
Over the past few years I’ve always heard great things about the Pumpkinman Triathlon Festival in South Berwick, Maine: the scenic, fast courses, flawless organization, good prize money and competition, and an awesome post race feast (beer included!). But every year something always came up as an obstacle to me competing here. Usually I’d have another race in California planned for that same weekend, or Pumpkinman would fall the week before a key race. However, in 2012, for the first time, nothing stood in my way, so I jumped at the opportunity to compete. Although I’m traditionally a short-course racer, I figured I had nothing to lose by jumping into the half-iron distance race on Sunday, too (Saturday was the sprint). The way I saw it, I could most likely still finish in the top-five even if I crumbled out there. So the decision was made – I would go for the Pumpkinman Double.