Super Sunday

Two years ago, Super Bowl Sunday. I spent the day with my family, watching hours and hours of pre-game and the “Big Game” itself.
We had plenty of chips, dip and beer to last the entire event. I was seriously overweight and the best exercise I got most days was walking up a flight of stairs to my office.

Today…I’m still “under tall’. There’s still beer and and chips available, thou I won’t partake in as much of either. I still started the morning watching a little Mike and Mike pre-game.

The bigger difference?
I grabbed my bike and running shoes and headed to the lake.3 hours of Biking and 20 minutes of Running later, I jumped into the icy waters of Lake Mead for a quick cooling dip.

How did this happen?

I’m not quite sure, but I do know everyone has to find their own reasons, their own passions..but when you begin to believe….

Anything is possible

Mountain Biking

Hello Everyone!

How is Xmas preparation going? Well…I am way too ahead, I almost have all my presents and I am extremely proud of myself. I will definitely avoid holiday rush in the next year.:-)

I wanted to share my wonderful mountain bike ride with you which I did yesterday between 3:30pm and 5:00pm in the afternoon. Why the time is so important to mention? Because maybe some of you can also manage once a week to get off from work a little earlier than on the other days which would allow you an escape of 1.5hrs before it gets dark. An escape which we all deserve mums, housewives, girls. What a wonderful moment.

What I highly recommend is to try some new trails different from the ones you usually run this way you can even discover new parts of your favourite forest.

Many people say that winter is for some cross-training, a moment of trying new things in your life. Well for me mountain-biking has always been a part of me but I was rather using my bike to go to friends’ house rather than “real rides”. I can assure you that it is a perfect workout, if you are trying to keep your speed up your heartbeat is gonna be in the sky while you can still admire the wonders of the nature around you.

What could be better than a bike ride in the forest? Well…a bike ride in the forest with friends! Try to persuade your friends who always admire what you do in triathlon to come and do an easy ride with you in the forest. Hearts will open up and unique moments are guaranteed!

Make sure you have your helmet and gloves on in case you fall and even if you go to a forest that you think you know 100% make sure you have a map on you and a headlight in case you get lost and need to ride back to town in the dark.

Be careful and enjoy every moment of your rides!

Trainer Rides With Friends = FUN!

Hello, GO TRIbal!

Winter is officially here! I sat in classes all day today and watched the snow fall. And with the snow came the realization that riding bicycles outside will soon be an impossibility.

Luckily, the Cycleops trainer is ready to go. This morning, my roommate and I got up bright and early to do a trainer ride inside with some of our friends. We had a great time and made breakfast and coffee afterward. One of our friends brought his adorable border collie puppy over, and he is officially the UM cycling team’s mascot (far from a grizzly bear, but he’ll have to do).

This is a red border collie, if anyone was wondering

Sometimes I feel like my trainer rides are boring as hell and not amounting to anything. But then I remember that it’s all about spending time on the bike. Hopefully the puddles of sweat and packages of Clif Shot Blox will pay off when race season comes in the spring!

Here is a great video of Linsey Corbin doing a 3 hour trainer ride:

It’s always inspiring to watch such an amazing athlete.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bq40-vtumJI

I hope everyone stays healthy and enjoys the transition from autumn to winter.

Remember to act like a lady. Because ladies are awesome.

Love,

Jenna P.

Ironman St George: Part I: The Swim

Where do I start?

I am thrilled with my result.  4th place Pro woman in a come from absolutely last (by far) fight.  It is all that what ‘never give up’ truly means to me.

My experience in St George is so expansive I am struggling with the picture frame to put it in.  I have had more than a few requests to put a race report, to help people understand what this “toughest Ironman ever” really meant.  I’ve talked to people about the race, mostly to help release some of stress that occurred to meet the immensity of the task, but I’ve yet to put it all together in a cohesive way.

Here’s my best shot.  Piece by piece, sport by sport, because this was quite the race.

The swim:

It was calm.  I had swam in Sand Hollow reservoir twice before the race, both times it was windy and there was a bit of chop, not the end of the world, but as we were swimming early, I, like many people, assumed there would be not much wind out there.  And race morning seemed perfect – it was a treat to get in the water and warm up (sort of, at 63F/17C the water was as ‘warm’ as it’s ever been), but it was comfortable.  Key word, “was”.

average conditions in the ‘windy’ late morning for practice swims

Pro-start was at 6:45 am and it was peaceful and straightforward – a far cry from all other age-group mass starts I have ever done.  I was at the back of the back, but I was ok with that, and was swimming with a small group of girls until the first turn, about 1km out.

Sign #1 that something was amiss.  As we were swimming out, you could start to feel a bit of a roll, no chop hitting you in the face, but more movement than is normal for what started as a calm water swim.  Then things became more apparent as I turned the first corner.

Waves had kicked up and were swelling to swimmers left, so I did my best to relax and work methodically across the 2nd length of the swim.  It was getting a bit tough to see where we were going as buoys became harder to sight.  At this point I told myself not to worry about sticking onto any packs of other pro women and just focus on doing what I needed to do.  That became increasingly difficult as I rounded the 2nd turn.

To give you perspective, Meredith Kessler finished this swim in about 52 min (absolutely incredible!).  I finished in 1:34, so I was out there about 40 min longer and therefore spent a lot of time suffering in increasingly bad conditions.  Although anything can happen in a race, I had planned on trying to make it through the swim in about an hour or less, that was what I had trained for and was on track for.  But anything can happen.  And this race, at this 2nd turn, was not about time anymore.  It was much more important than that.

It became very unnerving by the time I reached the 2nd buoy.  I was alone, being the last pro swimmer in the group.  The waves were in my estimation, about 4-6 feet tall, and in talking to other people, that seems to be the general consensus (therefore, not a Clayton-‘exaggeration’).  If you’ve ever swam in something like this, then you know how challenging this is.  You swim up and down, smash into walls of waves, fall down waves you’ve crested, and as finding your balance in the water is very difficult.  Reports were that wind on the water reached 40mph+.

(pls let me know if this is your photo & I will credit)

So I was alone, often stopping to tread water, attempting breast stroke to calm down my rate of breathing (as I was tending to hyperventilate a bit), and going no where.  In fact, breaststroke was more tiring at a point than attempting to swim about 15-20 strokes, then hitting a wave and swallowing more water, so I often had to just get swimming to save some energy (ironic).  I was often looking left and right to see where the ‘spectator’ (which will soon turn to ‘rescue’) boats where, and I watched a kayak guy dump in and struggle to hold onto his boat (no idea if he got back in).  I watched a speed boat launch off waves going into the wind, I watched another one rolling along in the surf.  It was at this point that I started to worry about my safety, because I was getting really tired.  Panic, I can manage to a point, I know what’s happening and I can keep a pretty level head, but there is no way to trick yourself out of energy loss in violent water.  Nor was this particularly warm water, so that also added to the energy cost.

I took on a lot of water, mostly, I think, swallowed.  I have no idea how much of it I might have inhaled.  That also means a lot of air, which eventually leads to burping (if you’re lucky), gagging (if the burp won’t occur), and then vomiting (the least of my problems).  If you are also somewhat prone to sea sickness & it’s symptoms, this water would have caused it.   At one point, while I was doing a combo of all three while treading water and getting hit by waves, I saw a kayaker who was out of his boat and sitting on one of the submerged rock platforms in the reservoir (there are a few but you’d have to be a local to know where they were).  He yelled something at me (which I couldn’t hear b/c the wind was so fierce but I knew what he was asking) and then flashed me the a-ok sign as a question, and I nodded and flashed it back.  I didn’t feel a-ok at all, but I didn’t want to give up.

(if this is your photo, pls let me know)

I eventually came up open a paddler who had managed to keep her board upright and was holding onto a buoy.  She encouraged me to come over and hold on for a minute.  I held on for a while, maybe 3 minutes, maybe 5, I have no idea.  I asked her where were we supposed to go.  Waves were so big it was difficult to sight and the air had a bit of a haze (maybe from dust or sand) to it that made it difficult to see in the distance.  Buoys had blown off course.  She told me where to go, and that there was another boat at the turn (this is about another 1km to go before the 3rd turn).  I asked her how many more buoys.  She said about 4, or 5, she wasn’t sure, but it gave me a goal to be able to work on.  I pushed off her boat and tried again, faced with a lot of white frothy waves ahead.

All I could think was, I would just be so mad if I didn’t get the chance to ride my bike and run this course.  I would feel as if something was stolen from me.  There were some very difficult moments out there floating in the water just deciding what was the right thing to do.  I’m a sensible person, but I’m also very competitive, and I have a lot of faith in my ability to be tough.  It was hard to know what the right thing was to do.  Then at a point, there really was no other choice but to swim forward and find your way to shore.  I did start to worry about weaker swimmers going down in the lake.  Thoughts like that only amp up your anxiety, so I tried to put it out of my mind and just focus on myself.  Was I worried about drowning?  The thought had crossed my mind.

At this point, the fastest of the age groupers caught up to me.  In fact, the first person I saw was a woman.  She stopped and asked me if I was ok.  Just knowing someone cared helped lessen the stress.  Then more age group men came along.  This was reassuring also, because I had been swimming on my own for a long time and being all alone in the water (as in, no boats even remotely close) was scary.  Everyone was in the same boat, everyone was being respectful of the challenge in the water, giving each other space and just getting through this thing.

One sensation I found interesting was I kept feeling rain splattering on my face and back.  I thought this might have been spray from the other swimmers, but eventually I realized as I was treading water, that the tops of the whitecaps were blowing off and spraying down the waves into us.  New to me.  I think my saving grace in this entire event was that I grew up near the ocean, and have spent a lot of time playing in big surf and rolling around in waves, some time surfing and having to crash and roll and stay composed in the power of water.  If you had just swam in a pool before coming here, this would have been beyond your worst nightmare.

One major red buoy blew way off course.  Because I had stopped to talk to the kayak woman, I knew the buoy was wrong, but there were a lot of people swimming towards it (adding ++ extra distance if they then continued on to the correct turn near the motor boat).  There is some speculation that some people didn’t actually complete the full course.  To that I say I really don’t think it matters much, if it meant they got to shore safely.  It’s just a race, and safety is paramount.  However, after swimming all that way there was no way I would not get to the last buoy.

Amateur video of the race can be found on this link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=DNAzuRMS23E

In finally making it to the turn with a scattering of bodies we turned and headed back to shore (500m or so maybe?).  Waves were now crashing from the right and rolling us over, but it was ‘easier’ swimming and your energy cost of swimming was lessened.  It was also hopeful, to know that you were swimming ‘home’.  It took a bit of work to swim straight and I felt I was often getting pushed left but the swim exit became closer and closer and I’ve never been happier to see land.

I was immensely proud of myself getting out of the water, and so proud that I had earned the right to continue on with this race.  I was also absolutely exhausted and mentally drained.  But biking is easy right?  You’re not going to drown, you can coast & recover, you can eat, and you can warm up.

Hmm.  Only somewhat true on the day, but I hadn’t found that out yet, because I was busy repeating myself in T1 to the transition girls that I was “just really cold, really really cold”, and “so tired”.  I probably said that 5 times.  They helped towel me off, get sunscreen on, and get me moving.  They were positive and encouraging and so incredibly supportive.  Their empathy was immense.  Writing this experience brings a tear to my eye as I wrote that last sentence.

I have never experienced something like that I hope to never again.  However, I now know that I have the ability to deal with an event like that, and rely on myself to get through.

I would like to again extend my warmest regard to all those ‘spectator’ boats that soon became ‘rescue’ boats.  There are a few numbers floating around out there but last I heard was that 275 people were pulled from the water.  Another 50+ finished the swim but did not make the cut off.  It is amazing that nothing worse than that happened, and that is a testament to the courageous efforts by race directors, volunteers and anyone who was out there helping out, including, I’m sure, other swimmers that helped swimmers in the water.

Stay tuned for Part II: The bike.

At least it was so ridiculous that one can only really see the humour in it.  I promise to guide my writing into a more uplifting format.

To all the IM St George swimmers, be very proud of your accomplishment.

My First DNF

Hello GO TRIbal!

Happy Halloween (almost)! I hope everyone has signed up for a Halloween 5k…it is always SO FUN to dress up and run with your favorite gals. I also hope everyone is enjoying my favorite autumn treat: PUMPKIN CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES!

This past weekend, I attempted to run the Pony Express 50. Last Monday, I came down with a terrible cold–and never really recovered. My boyfriend and I drove from Missoula to Faust, UT on Thursday and got ready to race. We met his parents (seasoned triathletes and adventure racers) there and had a great time. They were our support crew and main source of motivation on the god-awful, straight, desert-surrounded dirt road.

Fifteen miles into the race, I started having coughing fits and I couldn’t open my lungs in order to breathe how I normally do when I run. I decided to drop out and crew Bryce for the rest of the race. I was disappointed, but I think I made the right decision. My legs felt great, but my lungs didn’t. I paced Bryce from mile 40 to mile 45, and had a great time getting fuel ready and getting a tan in the sun while Bryce maintained his composure on the hellish course. It was fun to watch Bryce–and all the other athletes–finish the race. I have never really watched an ultra…I’ve always just gone to races because I was doing them. I definitely learned a lot from watching the top runners and their strategies. One thing that made me happy was that there were two female athletes kicking ass at the lead of the pack. I wondered to myself if they knew about GO TRIbal–and the empowerment that it provides to so many badass women and girls. The strength, grace, and femininity they exhibited in a sport that causes so much pain and mental torment was amazing to me. It reminded me of the reasons I want to grow and develop as an endurance athlete–whether I am biking, running, climbing, or mountaineering.

I learned that it is important to take your body’s condition into consideration before attempting to do something as strenuous as an ultramarathon. However, I am excited to enter into another 50 as soon as I can. My first DNF will serve as a lesson and a reminder of the way I need to feel before I do a race. And I probably won’t DNF again because of this experience. As athletes, I hope you will strive to be healthy, badass, and good-natured always. Take care of yourself, and if you are sick, make sure you are better before you do something that will make you sicker. Keep rockin’ it! And don’t forget to act like a lady–because ladies are strong and awesome.

Paying It Forward In Summer

Hello Everyone,

It’s been very busy times…I suppose it is the big rush for everyone before the vacations kick off:-)

What are your plans for the summer? Any road trips?

I have a few suggestions for you.

Just take a little bit of time, look into yourself and see where you could improve the life of your family and close friends. Your son/daughter did not finish the school year with good results? Take just a few minutes, practice with him/her every day. You will see every single moment can make a change on his/her life.

Try some new things in the kitchen. You never had time to prepare a real dish? Take your afternoon off and check out a cookery book to get some new recipes and surprise your family. Invite your friends over to try the best recipe of the World:-)

You are having a friend who is afraid of cycling but would love to come with you for your Saturday rides? Take some time and practice with her. Teach her and show her,motivate her! Most of the time we just need a few words of encouragement and we are capable of doing things that we never thought we could…

Remember: pay it forward even in summer time. Stay cool, be nice, motivate others and you will get motivated as well!

Happy vacations to all of you!

Be A Dreamer!

Hello Girls,

I hope you had a wonderful summer and you could go to places you’ve never seen before…

This summer has definitely taught me a lot. I learnt a lot about myself, about the mountains in general and the French cuisine. How is this possible? I got lucky enough to climb 5 mythic Alpine passes including Alpe d’Huez, Galibier, Lautaret, Courchevel, Les Menuires and some of them in a great company.

For someone who is a little bit into cycling knows that Alpe d’Huez and the Galibier are climbed basically every second/third year of the Tour de France. These are sub category climbs which means that they are so steep that even the TDF organizers don’t classify them… I felt this was a very special moment in my life – I knew no matter how hard I was training  – these mountains have spirits just like the lava fields in Kona and they either want you to finish your climb or it will be just a huge disappointment…

I arrived into the premises with an Italian friend of mine who has done the climb in 2011 during the Triathlon of Alpe d’Huez – and he immediately started explaining me the strategy of the climb – which is actually quite simple: you need the easiest gear way from the beginning otherwise your chain breaks…I put my favourite music in my ears and my hands started sweating as our bus approached the first hairpin of the climb. I told to myself: it is going to be OK, you’ve always been above average on the climbs, you grew up in the Hungarian mountains, you can do this…you will do this…

And then…there we were…the bus driver put back the gears and I just couldn’t believe my eyes…the first two hairpins are supposed to be the hardest and when I looked upon the road I felt the tears in my eyes. Tears of joy, fear, respect and nostalgy. I promised my parents that I will think about Bela bacsi who was a long lost relative of my father and who won several Hungarian road cycling championships in the 1950’s. He met me a few times when I was a little baby girl, he travelled across entire Budapest just to see me and walk me around for 1-2 hours. I thought about him while I was trying to hide my tears…Did he talk to me about his biking adventures while he was alone with me when I was a baby? Is this the reason why I am the only freak in my family who is crazy about bikes, mountains and sports in general? -) Who knows? He would’ve loved it out there…

The climb for Marco Pantani lasted for 35 minutes for me…it was 1 hour 15 minutes. You have a climb of 14 km with 1400m of positive denivele…At every single hairpin when you look up the road waiting for you – you don’t actually know if you will manage to reach the next one…and there is 21 hairpins on the way…

After all, it was the hardest climbs I have ever done in my life by bike and by bus as wellJI was glad and extremely proud that I managed. This is something that I want to remember forever in my life – just like the wonderful moments spent with my friends from my triathlon club. Mixing up the French, Italian and Hungarian specialities for dinner and have long deep conversations with a full moon over the French Alps in an apartment that looks over the hardest climb of the World is something unforgettable…

I am lucky. Why? Because after all the struggles I have to face in France I try to look at the positive sides and appreciate what I have. It is not always easy because just like every human being – I also want more and more…But there is moments in our lives when we have to stop for a minute or two look back on what we have achieved and with who – and just be thankful. This year I visited places that I was dreaming about as a child, I did more Ski resorts by bike than by skiJand I can’t wait to continue next year!

As in one of my favorite films teaches us: “Happiness is only real when shared” – so get out on your bikes, collect some friends and discover places that you’ve always dreamed about!

Be safe, be a dreamer!

Finding Balance In 24 Jam Packed Hours

I struggle with balance, I would bet, more than most.  I tend to fixate on the bright and shiny object of the moment, until I am dragged away kicking and screaming by other priorities.  I don’t think it’s entirely a bad thing.  It is a hallmark of my Type A, passionate personality.  Without that, I wouldn’t be Melanie, but I do need to find a way to balance all that passion out evenly among the important areas of my life.  So that’s my personal project right now.  To make it more challenging, I have more going on in my life right now than ever before.  24 hours is scarcely enough time to get everything done that is expected of me in a single day.

So here is how I am currently approaching it and things are improving at an incredible rate.

First, I spent a year working with my life coach, Kenny, who introduced me to the concept of the life pie.  He encouraged me to draw a pie to allocate my focus on a finite group of priorities.  These are things like family (husband, kids and extended family), friends, career, hobbies, health, spirituality and personal growth.  I wrote down what they are.  Then I was able to develop a personal mission from that.  What am I about?  What was I put on earth to do with regards to each of these focus areas.  Then I decided how much of my focus should be spent on each area.  It was an incredibly simple idea which revolutionized the way I approach my day.

The other idea he gave me was about life seasons.  Naturally, sometimes the priorities you’ve decided upon are going to become out of balance.  In different seasons of your life you will become focused more on some areas than others.   Let’s say you are launching a new product and you have to work long hours for a couple weeks or even months, or maybe you’ve decided to train for an Ironman and your training is consuming a huge part of your free time.  It is only a season in your life.  You are doing this big push in a certain area for a finite amount of time and it’s temporary.  You haven’t changed your pie, but right now it’s messed up.  The best way is to plan for these seasons and to address it ahead of time with the people in your life as well as to decide what can slip in other areas of your pie TEMPORARILY.

I learned that lesson the hard way.  I trained for a half ironman at a time in my life when my focus needed to be on my marriage and on the business I own with my husband.  It caused a lot of friction and some important things did not get done.  I blamed my husband for objecting.  I felt like he was holding me back.  He was still there to support me at the race, but he would have preferred that I waited until a better time.  I was in such a hurry to get this notch in my belt, that I ignored his pleas to wait until another time.  He wasn’t saying I couldn’t do it. He was saying “get THIS done first, and then go crazy training when the time is right.”

So now I am looking at my pie and my personal mission as a daily guide.  It isn’t absolute, because life has a funny way of trampling all over our priorities for the day.  But with this guide, I am able to make decisions about the kind of projects I take on, the commitments I make and yes even the races I sign up for.  Since I like to dabble and have my hand in a lot of things, this is invaluable for me.  I need this guidepost.   Faced with competing projects or priorities, I can now just ask myself (daily), “does this fit what I have set out to do?  How will being involved in this particular project or task serve the areas that I have already decided are my priorities?”  If it doesn’t fit, then I must say no.  This may disappoint other people. But if I go back to my personal mission, I can be ok with that, because I know what I was put on earth to do, who I am here to serve and that I am making forward movement by being selective in what I take on.  Somebody else out there is better suited to carry out that project or that task.  God will put it in their capable hands.  I can’t worry about disappointing others with these decisions.

Self Control

Self Control for Elementary Students at Liberty Common School means “the ability to exercise restraint or control over one’s feelings, emotions, and reactions.” An example that the principal used with the kids was, if someone pushes them, use self control and not push back. Avoid creating controversy that may end up in a fight. Have self control and report to the principal.

I was invited to discuss my life as an Ironman triathlete and how I use self control every day with my training and competition. I would say I am an expert and use self discipline, the “power to discipline one’s own feelings, desires, etc., especially with the intention of improving oneself.” Having competed in swimming since the age of 4 and now into my 20th season of triathlon, I love to train and often practice good nutrition and prioritize my training to excel in my sport.

I gave my presentation to the students on January 31st. Perfect timing, since it was my last day of competing for Athletes in Tandem in the January Tampa Bay IronDistance Challenge, A perfect example of self control that I used was my training/competing during the month of January.

The IronDistance Challenge consisted of accumulating miles of self-logged swimming, biking and running. The person with the highest number of Ironman Distance triathlons in the month of January won money for the charity of their choice. Last year, the overall female completed a little over five Iron Distances. My goal was five and a half.I thought 6 was doable; but I did not want to be training that much this early in the season.

My purpose for entering the challenge, besides winning money was Athletes in Tandem, was to get back into running. I focus on core functional strength training in the “off” season (October-December) and basically did not run more than six miles per week with minimal biking and no swimming during those months (insert a link to my article on off-season training). We reported our mileage on Sundays in January (the 8th, 15th, 22nd and 31st). Each Monday we could see what place we were in.

My drive, self control and competitive nature pushed me past my limits with training. After the first week I logged 8000 swimming meters, 245 miles biking indoors on the trainer, and 45 miles of running, on top of working a 60-hour week. Waking up January 9th to see I was in 2nd place was disappointing. I had to train more???

At the end of week 2, we both had a little over 4 IronDistances, and first place was ahead by 10 miles of running and 2 miles of swimming. Now I had to crank it up in the pool, my least favorite, and ramp up my run miles. I thought 45 per week was going to break me down already; how could I find the time and energy to train more? Sleeping six hours a night helps.

After the third week we both had logged six IronDistances, and I was slightly ahead. I was pretty tired and did not think I would be able to ramp up much more. Like I said, sleep was sacrificed often for time on my indoor trainer at 4:00 or 5:00 a.m. every morning when I was not coaching the Rocky Mountain High School swim team. My drive and self discipline proved me wrong. I wanted to win. Unfortunately, 9.3 IronDistances was not enough.

I was disappointed I did not win, but ecstatic that I came out of it with a huge fitness base and no injuries. I proved to myself I can train this time of year and see Ironman St. George

The highlight of my presentation on Self Control at Liberty Elementary centered around the Ironman. Doing what I love and being rewarded for what I do. I displayed all my sponsor swag from Powerbar, Newton and Timex. Kids love gear and swag

If You Don’t Have Your Health, You Don’t Have Anything

Her heart had never raced so quickly. She didn’t remember making it to her car or really anything the doctor said before hearing the words “detected” and “melanoma.” Head between her hands, she began to cry. She cried for herself and for all of the things before those two words she was: triathlete, mother, friend, daughter, sister and wife. Now she was “cancer patient” first and foremost and would never be what she’d worked so hard to define, if she didn’t fight this and WIN.  Suddenly the race was no longer to be the strongest self it was to negotiate time on this Earth just to be. She didn’t remember driving home or walking up to the house. As her reality swirled up and away from her in the gust of spring here’s what she didn’t know: She was going to need her people to rally around and give her strength now more than ever.

In case you forgot, this May is skin cancer awareness month. I can think of no better time than to invite your thoughts on how skin cancer has affected your life of the lives of your loved ones?

We work hard daily on maintaining a fitness level keeping us smiling from ear to ear and firmly giving our identity roots within our fit communities. So what happens when a usually preventable disease infiltrates your community? How does that community change or stay the same?

If you’re game enough to share, I’d like to highlight you on as a guest blogger with your personal stories of how skin cancer affects you and your community. Please email your submissions to info@gotribalnow.com subject line: Skin Cancer.