Off to Alcatraz...

As I'm writing this I have one brave soul (actually two - one is just for moral support!) traveling to San Francisco. One of them will

hit the cold San Francisco bay water on Sunday morning with about 2,000 other brave souls. Even during my days of participation (mostly I coach now), I always had time for reflection as to why some human beings choose to push their physical limits. Call me crazy but all I can comprise regarding this question is that there is a since of freedom that comes from participating in such events. Truth is, it's a bit dangerous. But the other truth is that for many people these types of things make them feel more free and more alive than most anything else they do in life. I know...I've been there, and upon reflection of this post, I can tell you my heart, and I think even my body, desires to be back there again some day. But that's not the catch of this comment, the idea here is to challenge anyone who reads these humble words to realize life is what you make of it. If you want freedom and excitement then you have to find it. If you want something that challenges you, then you have to pursue it. In my best guess this kind of stuff doesn't come looking for us. We go looking for it. For you, it might not be triathlon. In truth it doesn't have to be. It just needs to be something, anything, that makes you feel alive. Whether your escaping from Alcatraz or painting your own Picasso, if it gives you a since of freedom and since of being more than just something that consumes oxygen then my guess is you've found your personal freedom. You've found what makes you feel alive. As one of my favorite quotes goes..."we all die, but not all of us really live."