I was a ok runner in Jr High and High school. Joined the military, and I started to love running. In 1999, I did my first triathlon; it was miserable. I loved it. Became serious about triathlon in 2004, while stationed in California. Moved back to Texas, and my Cali skillz made me a mediocre fish in the tiny triathlon pond of San Antonio. I can honestly say that I am one of the 5 fastest triathletes in San Antonio, only because there are only 5 triathletes in San Antonio, if you know what I mean... Needless to say, my ego got the best of me. I needed to be humbled. That is when I met my wife. Everything that I thought I was soooo awesome at, she humbly proved me wrong. It destroyed my male ego. I considered quitting triathlon altogether. I stopped training, and became jealous of my wife's talent (not good for marriage). God had other plans. I stumbled upon the Wounded Warrior Project. I became inspired to do something. While I still enjoy training and racing in triathlon, and all the benefits of the lifestyle, I have a larger mission, that reminds me that I am truly blessed to be able to do what I do, because there are women and men who can't because of a sacrifice made to the country they serve, and an ungrateful nation that takes it for granted. The greatest casualty is being forgotten.