Anything Is Possible

Standing on Ali’i Drive, after watching the swim start of the Ironman World Championships, I saw their purple shirts, a shade of purple I recognized immediately as belonging to pancreatic cancer awareness. The front of the t-shirts read, “Molli is doing the Ironman with Pancreatic Cancer.” That must be a typo, right? They must mean ‘for’ pancreatic cancer. There’s no way she could be doing it with pancreatic cancer. Having witnessed the pain and torment my mother went through in the past year, I couldn’t imagine anyone surviving that horrible disease, let alone completing an Ironman with it. I didn’t …

Kona: An IronFan’s Perspective

  It’s been two weeks since the Ironman World Championships, where John crossed the finish line in 10 hours, 13 minutes and 37 seconds, which places him in the top 23.8% of the best triathletes IN.THE.WORLD. Impressive. Almost as impressive as his IronFans who hopped and shuttled and pushed and cajoled around the race course to make sure we were in just the right location to scream our crazy heads off and snap choice money shots, like this one:   But, hey, it was our job, which, to use the words of our friend Danny, included:  “Eat. Drink. Applaud. Repeat.” As …

The language of can

I grew up in a household of caution. My parents were loving and supportive, but they were cautious and quite often very fearful of doing anything that was too far outside of their comfort zone. As a result, I spent much of my childhood and young adulthood setting safe goals, avoiding anything that was too far outside of my comfort zone. My parents didn’t discourage me, but they often talked in the language of “cannot,” rather than the language of “can.  I learned at a young age to be fearful of goals that seemed outside of what was “normal.” Then, …

Ironman Cozumel: “Go get your dream.”

Dear Readers – this piece is a guest post from my husband, John Jenkins, who recently earned a slot to the 2012 Ironman World Championships following his excellent showing at Ironman Cozumel, held on November 27, 2011. “Go get your dream,” my mother said just minutes before Maria and I stepped into the waters of Mirror Lake in Lake Placid to begin our first Ironman back in 2010. It was probably the most nervous, scared shitless, and unsure moment I have ever had and I think it was the same for Maria. Please people: embrace the starting moments of your …