The gift of running

The gift of running

My last memory of running on both my legs was in the fall of 2001. I had just moved to Rochester, Minnesota with my family and was the new kid in the 5th grade. At recess, my classmates and I would flock to the soccer fields. The grass, freshly mowed and a little damp...
A challenged athlete’s utopia

A challenged athlete’s utopia

The stars aligned on our arrival into San Diego. It was the Challenged Athletes Foundation’s biggest event of the year, the San Diego Triathlon Challenge, and we were invited as special guests to participate in the three-day, jam packed agenda. Hundreds of...
The sweet smell of victory

The sweet smell of victory

Our final day of biking is one I’ll remember forever. Although just 72 miles long, this ride felt different. I could finally revel in what we had just accomplished. In a few short months leading up to the trip, we had: quit our jobs, assembled a devoted...