Ironman 70.3 New Orleans - 1st
Ironman U.S. Champs - 4th
Ironman 70.3 Boise- 5th
Hometown: Vernon, British Columbia
First Triathlon: 2004 - Bakers Breakfast Cookie Olympic Distance, Washington
Favorite distance: Ironman
Career highlight: 6th Ironman Coeur d’Alene, but major highlights are still to come!
Race wheels: Rolf Prima Carbon TdF6
Nickname: ‘Tretzky’ - due my side profile that resembles hockey great, Wayne Gretzky.
Favorite race: Ironman Canada
Favorite place to train: Anywhere in the Okanagan Valley
What I dread about race day: The first 5’ of the swim when you’re sucking wind and getting bumped around.
What I always wanted to be when I grew up: Formula 1 driver because of that Atari video game, then downhill ski racer once I realized how cool Alberto Tomba was. That changed to profession cyclist once I realized how cool Miguel Indurain was, and after watching Greg LeMond win the tour by 8 seconds. That was awesome. Then, and now, a professional Ironman triathlete once I realized how cool Peter Reid was.
If I was a cartoon character I would be: The kidnapped cyclist in the Triplets of Belleville
If I could have lunch with anyone it would be: Michael Phelps, people think he eats a lot. I could take him.
Favorite food: I’ll eat anything, but consistently lean towards Mexican or Thai food as my favorites. Though, I have the lowest tolerance for really hot spicy stuff of anyone I know. I’ve sweat more eating those two ethnic foods than I have on long runs in Arizona.
Strangest thing I've ever eaten: Whatever they put inside those Won-Ton soup balls. Damn, those things are creepy.
If I won the lottery: By a bigger RV and do exactly what I’m doing now.
Funniest incident in my life: Funny now, not so funny when it happened. Probably funnier still because I didn’t get injured. Long story short - My friend and I stood about 50 meters apart, I was going to throw the boomarang directly at him, and he was going to throw a rock and try to hit the boomarang. As you can guess, one of was going to get hurt. Either me with his rock, or he with my boomarang. Well, let’s just say the boomarang didn’t do what it was supposed to do, and my friend didn’t duck. He still has a nice scar on his chin. Keep in mind we were 13, we’ve smartened up since then.
Five things I would need to survive, if left alone on a deserted island: a big knife, solar still for fresh water, a magical kindle with infinity battery life and endless book options, diddo for the magical ipod, flint block for fire
My next vacation will be: Don’t tell anyone, but training full time for triathlon is pretty freaking sweet. Yeah, it’s really hard, sometimes frustrating, but not nearly as hard or frustrating as working full time and trying to do this. This is what I used to do on my vacations, now I get to do it all the time.