For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved to run.  My parents discovered very early on that the secret to my happiness was to put me in motion, which would explain the laps around the patio table they’d make me do when I was 10 to keep my hyper-activity at bay.  When I was 17, I’d eat 5:30/mile repeats for breakfast, logging 50-60 mile weeks on the regular.  When I was 25, I ran my first marathon.

Everything pointed towards a life full of running-induced happiness.  And then a funny thing happened…..life.

When I graduated college and jumped into the entertainment industry, I worked.  All of the time. I was a workaholic in the most classic sense, a necessary evil in the music/television industry where composers are a dime a dozen and the hustle is fierce.   80+ hour work weeks meant running took a back seat to sitting at a console as I refined my craft. I became really good at what I do and enjoyed an enormous amount of success at a young age. But I also became a fat fuck.

I would try to workout in the minimal opportunities that presented themselves, but when I did I approached these workouts as if I was still training every single day.  And when you go all out when your body isn’t conditioned for that, injury happens.  And injured is what I became.

Following major reconstructive surgery of my chronically sprained ankle in 2009, I woke up one morning and didn’t recognize the person in the mirror.  I hadn’t exercised in 9 months because of that latest injury, and I was horrified at what I had become.  I vowed to make a comeback, signing up to run the LA Marathon with Team In Training.  But as I trained, injury continued to plague me.  My back, which had been bothering me for years, continued to get worse.  And my left knee, which had been operated on twice already for torn cartilage was screaming at me as well.

I visited doctors for both ailments, and both doctors said the same thing: “You Should Stop Running”.  Running is too hard on your joints…….you should try non-impact exercise like elliptical……have you ever tried cycling? I couldn’t believe my ears.  The doctors were telling me that the one thing I could count on in my life to keep me balanced was something I should never do again.

My response?  ”Fuck that!”

I gave the middle-finger to modern medicine, deciding that if my doctors thought I should never run again, then I should run more than I ever have.  And run I have.  And cycled. And swam.  2 Ironmans, 4 Ironman 70.3s, and 3 marathons later, I’m down 45 lbs and in the best shape I’ve been in since I was captain of my high school cross country team.  I’ve flipped the script on medical advice,  living the life I want to live and not the one doctors tell me I should live.  I’ve discovered along the way that with a combination of smart training and (Paleo) nutrition that I can reverse the degenerative process that had begun to eat away at me.  I may not be as fast as I was when I was 17, but at 38 years old I’m getting faster as I get older, and its a journey that I want to share with you.