Throwing it back to a great weekend I had here with my dad in 2009. This was my first summer seriously racing triathlon, and Killington, Vermont, sounded like a great place to spend my 4th of July weekend. Plus, the race offered a free entry to anyone who had proof that they had won a race before! I had just won my first triathlon that May, so a free entry was the last bit of motivation I needed to make this trip happen.
I enjoyed the race, but the memories that really stick with me are from the rest of the weekend. My dad and I enjoyed some awesome food and music at our hotel, where we ate fresh soda bread each morning and a local Irish band played music and taught sing-a-longs each night. After the race, my dad and I even decided to go for a hike on The Long Trail.
Now, for two guys from Wildwood Crest, NJ, we had no idea what we were getting into on that walk. If you’ve never been, the name “Wildwood” is pretty misleading. In sneakers and running shorts, we looked pretty out of place on the muddy trails. My dad slipped and skinned his knee, and I wasn’t much better.
This was the weekend I started to love triathlon. I realized that it gave me an outlet to push my mental, physical, and social limits. Racing with that love and enjoyment for the sport, I was unstoppable. I won every race I entered for the rest of the season, culminating with the 2009 USA Triathlon Age Group National Championship.