Andrew’s Blog

Diana Nyad: It's Not About the Swim Posted on September 02, 2013, 0 Comments

All I can say is DAMN! Posted on February 05, 2013, 1 Comment

I came to Andrew about 4 months after cancer surgery, because I wasn't getting the results I wanted through traditional methods.  I was in a hurry to get back to my triathlon lifestyle.  I knew my strength and flexibility needed a lot of work but didn't think he would teach me much about my diet because I ate pretty "clean".  Boy was I wrong! 

 
Through his holistic approach, I have made sweeping changes to how I was eating and got immediate improvements.  Combined with some lifestyle changes and daily commitment to moving my body, I am happier and healthier.  My skin is clear and glowing.  My flexibility is returning.  My core is getting stronger and peace and balance have returned.
 
Andrew actually had me go slower and easier to get stronger.  It was a new approach I had not considered and one that is working very well.
 
He understands so much about how food fuels our bodies and minds.  He sees where my body is weak or inflexible and works on those areas instead of thinking a "one size fits all" strategy. 
 
Give yourself the gift of health and well being and work with clearly the best holistic trainer and lifestyle coach there is.
--P.Danzig
 
 One year training and following the nutrition principles of Andrew Johnston and voila!
 
 
1/2 a century young!

Reality Crash Posted on January 24, 2013, 8 Comments

It was only the wrong place and the wrong time because I normally wouldn't have been there.  

When riding with a group, I can usually be found either off the back or off the front.  After three concussions, my M.O. is simple: stay out of harm's way.  Doctor's advice is never as strong as spousal admonishments, and, thankfully, I have both.  So the fact that I was next in line when several of the first placed riders hit the deck right in front of me was proof that I must have wanted to crash.  But as I t-boned the cyclist in front of me at 30mph, an adrenalin surge slowed time down enough for me to question my motivation.

I spun to my feet so fast that the majority of the peloton didn't realize I'd gone down.  And since I don't particularly like cold, I was wearing enough clothing that people couldn't tell what kind of damage was done anyway.  But I immediately knew my left arm was broken.  In an effort to prevent concussion #4, I put my hands out as I flew headfirst over the bars.  The shock ripped my radius out the back of my arm, leaving my left elbow quite a bit removed from its original location.  And based on the pain growing in my right arm, I was pretty sure it was broken, too.  I did a quick circle, trying to walk away from the carnage which I knew rightly included me.  The rest of the peloton was slowly coming to a stop as people got off their bikes to make sure everyone was o.k.

Everyone wasn't.  Several folks were on the ground, and a couple of them weren't getting up.  Broken collarbones and scapula, I'd hear later.  Ambulances were called.  Bikes were picked up and put back together.  A couple of my buddies helped me with my ride--the chain was off, and my arms weren't going to allow me to put it back on.  Guess they didn't want to ride anymore.  But the memory of an earlier ambulance ride which ended my cycling career was something I didn't want to relive.  So I didn't listen to the screaming pain in my arms as I straddled my bike and somehow started riding home.

Di had every right to be mad.  But she's been through this enough with me.  She's the ideal co-pilot, and we've survived more than crashes together.  Our life has often been one of the strong helping the weak.  Of supporting the other when life decided that Now needed to happen.  And I have no problem admitting that she's been the one to reach a hand down to me more than I've ever had to help her up.  

And while I know that we all could probably say the same about someone in our lives if we're brave enough to recognize them, the truth is everyone is in a constant relationship of giving and receiving care.  Or guidance.  Or instruction.  Even the folks we absolutely hate.  The ones who piss us off or disgust us for whatever reason.  Their presence in our lives is an offering.  Sometimes they're showing us aspects of ourselves we don't want to acknowledge exist.  After all, we're experiencing the world through our own senses, our own filters.  And we can only see in others that which exists in our own bodies/minds/souls.  That's true for all the beauty we see, hear, or feel as well as the ugliness we experience.

A trivial example of that teacher for me is the random smoker.  Especially the guy who, sitting at a stop light in his car, casually throws his cigarette butt out the window.  And even as anger rises up in me, I realize his complete lack of consciousness is a selfless act which reminds me how we are alike.  His act of thoughtlessness helps me become a bit more present for a while.  Gets me out of my head and aware of my own actions.  My own Present.  I realize I'm blessed to understand the importance of health.  I can get joy from the hints of green instead of being imprisoned by a concrete maze leading nowhere.  And that's just one person.  That's just a couple of many possible lessons!

In the picture below, you see me supporting my son.  But what you cannot see is the growth that being so incredibly necessary for another brings to me.  Or to you. 

The dimensions of relationships which exist among all of us are too intricate for me to explain.  I'll save that for brighter minds which understand the subject better than I ever could.  But what I do know is that we are here, in part, to help others.  If I had the use of both arms right now, I'd probably be out training.  The sun is enticing and the start of the 2013 triathlon season is drawing near.  My competition is right this very minute swimming or cycling or running or even lifting weights while I'm here pecking and searching with one finger and as one soul for my next words.

Someone asked me after the crash how accidents like that don't happen more often.  I told him that a group of cyclists can at times be so in tune with one another they move as one.  Inches apart from chaos, we're like a flock of birds who know where to move and when almost on instinct.  Osho says that some souls are brought into this world just to change the direction of another soul.  And though I may at times feel so small or inconsequential when compared to scales of time and space, the Universe is simply not the same without me.  Just like the peloton which continued down the road that day was not the same without me.  Their direction was changed.  

For some reason, these words are what someone needed to read.  Or maybe I just needed to write them.  Though tired now, I feel more healed somehow.  Everyone in our own personal realities is there for a reason.  And we are all at one time either helping somebody up or being picked up ourselves.  I thank every one of you who has reached out to express sympathy or concern.  I applaud all the players in my life and cheer you for each of your beautiful lessons.  For your assistance in bringing me back once again to wholeness.  And simply for reading and listening.

Motivation For My Athletes Racing IMFL Posted on November 01, 2012, 0 Comments

 

 

This is one which motivates me, so I hope it'll do the same for you.  

Good luck.  Rock the House!  And enjoy the process, knowing you are blessed just to toe the line.

2012 Great Floridian Posted on October 24, 2012, 11 Comments

Time doesn't stop--even if you do.

That thought was stronger than the stench of urine as I sat cramping in a hot, dark port-o-let about ten miles short of the finish line of the Great Floridian Triathlon.  Somewhere outside, my comfortable lead was quickly becoming less comfortable as second and third place inevitably hunted me down.  I could hear other triathletes running past, calling for water or coke or Gatorade.  The aid station was in full gear.  The volunteers handed out everything from bananas to chicken broth.  And even though I doubted they had any muscle relaxers, it couldn't hurt to ask, right?

But first I had to get off the toilet seat   

I tried again to stand and the flurry of contractions riddled my legs like gunfire.  The confines of my private bathroom were making the cramps worse.  The heat of the Clermont sun was concentrated in the port-o-let.  And last I looked, the finish line wasn't in here.  I needed to get outside again.  Putting my hand on the only thing I could without contorting into a position which would illicit another cramp, I grabbed onto the lip of the urinal and pulled my body up.  My quads twinged, but I was out the door and moving before I could even question again why I was doing another Ironman.

Like most goals in life, my motivation was multifaceted.  But I think the main reason I was in Florida suffering through 140.6 miles with my fellow masochists from all parts of the globe can be traced to a statement I made in a moment of bravado:  "Don't worry about me, I'm gonna be the first Leukemia Survivor to win the overall of an Ironman."  And I don't really know who I was trying to convince--myself--or my family and friends who were watching me slowly deteriorate after a diagnosis of Chronic Myelogenous Leukemia.  But the constant fear and sadness reflected in their eyes was more palpable than the pain which haunted my bones, and I couldn't begin to heal until that look changed.  They had to believe I was going to be o.k.  They had to trust that I was going to be around for a while.  Dying's the easy part.  We all do it sooner or later.  It's going on that's hard sometimes.  Bound by a memory is no different than being tied to an I.V.  So I gave them all hope by making a promise I wasn't really sure I could keep. 

But today I was trying.

The race began well before the horn sounded to start the swim.  And if you're reading this, you probably know much of my story.  So I'll just pick up at the end of lap one of the swim.  I looked at my watch and saw thirty-one minutes and change.  And even though I had an official in a kayak redirect me back on course as the chop of the water made it hard to navigate, I had been swimming well.  The course was long.  Well, no worries.  Everyone has to swim it.  So I trudged up to shore, unable to high step due to cramping in extreme range of motions, and started the second lap one minute down on first place.  The next lap was a little straighter, and I exited the water in 1:03--my slowest Ironman swim ever.  Strippers (not the kind on the poles) helped me with my wetsuit or I would've had to ride 112 in neoprene--rear delts locked every time I tried to reach the zipper.  Running into the changing tent, I saw the leader headed out of T1.  You better ride fast, my friend...

Once on the bike, I'm at home.  I've spent over half my life racing bicycles, and I've gotten pretty good at pushing pedals.  The Parlee I'm riding this year is the best bike I've ever owned.  And while my skills on two wheels peaked several years ago, technology has helped me retain some sense of speed.  Put me on something like my Parlee, and I feel confident enough to ride with anybody.  But this was a race.  And I could tell from the first pedal strokes that the sleep loss over the past few weeks and the sickness which began on Wednesday was affecting me.  It took me 30mins to take back the two minutes the leader had on me heading onto the bike course.  But with a century and a marathon still to go in the race, I was doing what I said I'd do over eight years ago:  I was winning the Great Floridian.

Other than a wrong turn on lap two when a cop directed me back onto lap one, the bike was fairly uneventful.  I was frustrated with the fatigue I felt during my time to shine but hoped my lackadaisical pacing would be rewarded on the run.  Besides, even on a bad day, I'm not going too slow--I just hope it's fast enough to have the gap I'll need for the run.  Somehow that discipline has improved to where it's slowly becoming my strength.  Crazy for me to say that, as I still don't consider myself a runner.  The Kenyans aren't exactly what you would describe as short and stocky.  But I don't run scared anymore.  I know I can hold off my competitors.  But can I hold off the cramps...?

I rolled into T2 where I left off on the swim--slowest Ironman bike ever--5:28.  But feeling about the same as before the ride was a good sign, and as I ran out to start the marathon I wondered how much of a buffer I'd have for the marathon.  "You have 5 or 10 minutes!" someone yelled.  "I'd be happier with more!" I responded.  Just then, a cyclist rolled up to escort the leader, and I got a nice pump knowing the leader was me.  I felt good--the hints of cramps in my quads were there, but they seemed to be sinking deeper and deeper below the surface with each step I took.  The first mile went by in 6:40, and I consciously tried to slow down.  The second mile included a pee stop in a port-o-let which would become too familiar a couple of hours later.  But it was still a 6:55.  "Slow it down, Drew," I told myself.  And finally I settled into a pace between 7:30 and 8:00, a pace I felt comfortable with and which allowed me to answer the questions of my escort.  It was kinda like we were out for a stroll, and the conversation eventually turned to why I was out there.  I told him about my promise, and he showed me the yellow Livestrong band on his wrist he wore as a Survivor of prostate cancer.  He wondered aloud if he should take it off with all the Lance crap coming out.  I didn't answer him.  That decision was his.

I set the time on my watch at the first turnaround to see how much time I had on second place.  I kept expecting to see him as the seconds crept slowly by.  But it took a while before we saw each other.  I analyzed his form as we got closer.  He looked good.  But as we passed each other, I looked at my watch--over nine minutes.  I've got at least eighteen on him with twenty to go.  Was that enough?  How fast was he running?  I'd have to wait till the next turnaround to find out. 

At the second turnaround, we repeated the game.  Second still looked good, but this time I had twenty-two minutes on him.  I'm faster.  And with less than eighteen to go, the surreal feeling of leading an Ironman is beginning to--a knife in my right quad, and I immediately stop.  My guide rolls on ahead, completely oblivious that cramps have left me frozen on a piece of Florida tarmac.  I've cramped at every race I've done since starting chemo, so I'm not too worried.  I immediately start doing the math of runs and splits as I try to will the quads to relax--I should stretch them.  But I know that lifting my heel to my butt will make the hamstrings catch, and I'd like to keep my rigamortis to a minimum.  If second is doing eight minute miles, and I'm not moving...I try walking, but each extension of my knee turns the leg to stone.  I close my eyes and breathe into my belly, calming myself.  I take the time to sip some water and get some calories into me.  And when the muscles relax into tiny, sporadic shivers, I risk moving forward again.  The twinges are still there, but they stay just below the surface as I run at a much reduced pace to go find my escort on his bike.

A mile later I make it down a hill without cramping only to be rewarded by both legs locking up.  My guide is with me now and asks if I need some water.  I tell him I'm on chemo, and this is just one of the unfortunate side effects--especially if you're an endurance athlete.  Yawns will cause my face to cramp.  Brushing my teeth causes my hands to cramp.  I've even had one day on the bike when I waited too long to go pee, and my cremaster muscle cramped.  And for those of you reading this who don't know your anatomy, consider yourself lucky. 

The marathon becomes a series of spurts and stops as I can't make it through a mile before cramps overtake me.  My legs alternate between stiff and stone, and when not running I must look like I'm posing in a bodybuilding contest.  Immobilized while trying to leave an aid station, I hear a girl say "look at his calves!"

I somehow get moving again, but now the cramps are moving up to my upper body.  I have to put my gel flask in my singlet--my fingers keep fixing in unnatural positions, alternating between modified versions of thumbs up, hang ten, and F-You!  Gotta relax my grip, cause I don't want to piss off the locals.  And I continually need to straighten my arms as the radiobrachialis on both sides won't let me bend them.  But the worst are the muscles in my head and neck which force me into jaw gymnastics trying to release them.  I'm nearing the water stop half way up a hill which roughly marks the 10K to go point.  The course is filled with competitors on this last lap, but I feel more alone than ever.  I'm shuffling more than running now, and I realize this race has turned into a death march for me.  And then a brutal barrage of cramping stops even that.      

I've cramped every day of my life since starting Gleevec.  But I've had more days of life because of Gleevec than many who came before me.  Yeah, I have a lot to be thankful for.  I think of Team in Training.  I think of my doc at Atlanta Cancer Care.  The images of friends come as fast as the contractions firing off in my legs, and I look around at the triathletes who run or walk by.  I've attracted the attention of the volunteers at the aid station, and they come down the hill with offers of gels and ice.  When I don't move, they ask if I need help.  My eyes close.  Silently, I retreat into my own thoughts as I shake my head so they know I heard them, that I'm lucid.  I think about the friends and family who make up my support group and wonder what news they're able to get on-line or via phone calls or texts.  Are my boys at Podium Multisport cheering my victory unaware that I might not make the finish line?  Are Diana and Declan back at transition, getting the announcement that the leader has stopped.  With my eyes closed, I see second place pass me for the lead as I stand petrified in the middle of the road just half a mile from an imaginary finish.  The same finish I've dreamed about for eight years.  And win or not, I just want to cross that line.  But the seven miles of asphalt which lie between me and it seem impossible.  I'd crawl if I could.  But I can't.

So I run.

Somehow I run.  I convince myself to stop running like I'm going to cramp.  Quit being tentative and run with my normal stride, unrestrained and through a full range of motion.  Forward progress doesn't come easy.  The actin and myosin fibers in my legs have been glued together for so long now that any movement feels like I'm tearing them apart.  And I probably am.  And I'm probably going to be more sore tomorrow than I've ever been in my life.  But I'm moving.  Slowly at first as I climb up the hill to the turnaround.  And as I start my descent, I'm torn between the gift of gravity and the pain of impact as my feet hit the ground harder.  Yet, with each stride, I'm gaining momentum.  I'm gaining confidence and feel for the first time in several miles that I can actually pull this thing off.

A runner I'm not sure I recognize passes me going in the opposite direction looking strong.  Could that be the new second place?  I check my watch.  It''s been a little over three minutes since I hit the turnaround.  I've got less than seven minutes with six miles to go.  God don't let me cramp.  I run through the twenty-first mile in 8:30.  I see the guy who had been in second place a few minutes later and run the next mile at about 8:20.  Making sure I grab nutrition, I run through the aid stations, afraid that stopping might stop me.  Congratulations are now coming from people who recognize me as the leader.  "Bring it home!" they say, or something similar--I don't really hear them despite my thumbs up acknowledgement.  I'm half focused on form and half focused on the crazy possibility that I'm not cramping even though every stride is testing that belief. 

Somewhere in transition the site of Declan jumping up and down stirs me back to consciousness.  I automatically reach down to give him five but pass him and Diana before the thought even registers.  I almost turn around but don't want to risk stopping.  The guy behind me is probably gaining.  And I'm sure my body can't sprint now.  At the final turn around, I hear "you got this" and finally begin to believe it's true.  The smile I usually wear when racing--my testimony to anybody watching that I'm still alive, that I appreciate the blessing of being healthy enough to compete--makes a belated return to my face, and I realize I'm really going to win.  The sign directing runners onto laps two and three or the finish is ahead, and I joyfully head in the direction of my name being called over the P.A.  I slow to a walk a few feet from the line and throw my hands in the air.  I almost don't want this moment to be over.  Yet, just across the line I can see the race clock ticking. 

Time never stops in an Ironman.

And neither do I.

Playing a bit of catch up Posted on April 21, 2012, 0 Comments

CONGRATS to

L.Sherman who PR'd the 1/2 Ironman Distance today down in Charleston--her first triathlon of the season.

B.Neumeier who is running 40 races in celebration of his 40th birthday. Here are some of his recent results:
Resolution 5K--3rd a.g.
Run Clayton State 5K--1st a.g.
Locomotive 5K--1st a.g.
Red Devil Dash 5K--3rd a.g.
St. Patrick Day 5K--2nd a.g.
Rock into Spring 5K--1st overall
Terrapin 5K--3rd a.g.
Mutt Strutt 5K--1st a.g.

P.Danzig completed her first race since working with me on some health issues and made it look easy (the race, not working with me)--5K holding 8min miles.

E.Ortiz--2nd a.g. in his first tri of the year--the HITS Olympic in Ocala.

B.Montgomery--finished his first tri of his 2012 season on his way to IMNYC.

L.Wright and W.Galloway--tying the knot!

I hope to stay on top of the shout outs, but it's not easy as I have clients doing incredible things on a daily basis. More to come!

Love client feedback… Posted on March 08, 2012, 0 Comments

Ways My Life Has Changed Since Seeing Andrew

--Aquasana whole house filter
--regularly eating homemade bone broth
--taking supplements that actually work
--loving butter (OK, i always loved butter)
--my stomach is ripped. i have those little lines down the side that only dudes usually get
--about to make first batch of raw cottage cheese
--heart is open (in a muscolo-skeletal way) for the first time since I was a kid and open (figuratively) a little wider
--I do weird things on exercise balls
--My routine makes people stare with admiration at Snap Fitness
--I never get bloated anymore (except when I have my period, but you wouldn't know about that)
--much better skin
--very rare to have stiff neck
--I just look hotter
--I have a better ass than most white girls
--That strange lady with eighties hair from Nourishing Traditions is my friend
--I can do a handstand!
--my friends don't want to hear about it anymore
--feeling sorry for the soy-lovers who are trying to do right, and finally understanding why I used to get SO GASSY when I ate tofu
--I hit tennis balls last week and felt strong and pain-free :)

Like attracts like Posted on June 16, 2011, 0 Comments

An e-mail from a client who should know that he can only see in me what lies within him.

Drew,

I was catching up on your blog this morning and really enjoyed reading your posts. While I was reading and appreciating and reading and appreciating... I realized how incredibly special this 5'4" fireball of a straight guy has become to me.

When I was looking for a trainer over two years ago, I wanted to learn some new exercises to freshen up my routine. That was pretty much it. I definitely got a fresh routine, along with an entirely new way of thinking about my health. I also got instant access to leading edge knowledge about health and fitness... and life. I learned so freaking much unconventional wisdom about food that I feel like I should write a book. Oh, and you have already done that too - in your spare time. You are an influential and effective teacher and the things you have taught me have changed my life forever.

But more importantly this 5'4" fireball turned out to be one of the most genuine, caring and intelligent people I have ever known. Every time I come to visit, I leave feeling better - and not just because of the great workout. There is a peace and ease about you that is addictive and contagious. You have qualities that make me say, "Damn! I want to be like that!" That is true inspiration, my friend.

Congratulations on being Andrew. I just had to get that off my chest.

Love,

CJordan

Some of the reasons I do what I do Posted on February 09, 2011, 0 Comments

"Two weeks ago I would have said that I was maybe a Mixed type - definitely not a Protein. But, we have been adding meat back into our menus at home (organic, of course) and I really feel better. I don’t have the same cravings for sweets and I don’t feel like I need to eat something after my meal. I also have been drinking lots more water and getting more sleep plus one week gluten free. I feel good about my workouts and I am getting in 2-3 workouts a week. Overall, things are good plus my eczema patch seems to be clearing up."--NS

"One interesting thing to note is that I had one of my best check ups ever. The hygienist said that I had a lot less buildup than usual and I have been seeing her for 11 years. I have been using flouride free toothpaste since my last visit, so I guess I am not missing the flouride in my water or on my brush. I think probably the biggest factor was my change in diet since I have been working with you. Much less sugars and refined products. There are so many benefits to the lifestyle you promote."--CJ

"I'm infinitely better. I actually cleaned out my purse yesterday and found some gasx which I pretty much lived on before and realized how far I've come. I can't possibly thank you enough!"--CC

"You are amazing. Thank you. I will work on my friends to commit—and continue to refer others to you as I believe that you bring something to society that has been lost over the years—a knowledge that is elemental and essential."--CC

"I’m going to cc (copy) all docs who saw me and couldn’t figure out my problem. I’ll take the high road, and rather than scold, say something about how perhaps these guys should partner with you in the future to help give their patients the best care possible."--CC

"I will always remember 2010 as the year that I overcame my stomach aches, thanks to your insight and wisdom. Thank you for that."--CC

"I have been reading all weekend about the benefits of saturated fat and the dangers of unsaturated fats. Now I feel like a dumbass for using so much vegetable oil for so long. Once I finally understood that just about anything the food companies are pushing will kill you, it became much easier to make educated decisions about my own health. Thanks for being such a fantastic teacher. After over a year, I am still learning vital lessons from you about staying healthy. I have noticed that when I try to pass this type of information on to other people, they usually don't get it. I normally give up, figuring I can really only be responsible for my own health at this stage. It must be very frustrating for you at times trying to teach people against such overwhelming popular "wisdom". Bless you for not giving up. I love you man!"--CJ

"Dude - wanted to let you know that things are going very well. My back is essentially healed. I'm running and still doing your workouts religiously. I had a test recently that was unexpected but I have to thank you for allowing me to pass. I was hiking with my 4 and 6 year olds this weekend at Sweetwater Creek. Great place if you haven't been. Well, about 1 hour into the hike, my daughter (Luisa), says she is too tired to go any further. I have never had great sense of direction so it took us about 1.5 hours to get home. What's great is I had her on my back doing a piggy back the entire time up and down the sometime rocky trail. No carrying pack or anything, just 40 pounds of Luisa squirming on my back. While I was a bit tired at the end, I felt great! I turn 42 this week and I'm a healthy dude!"--JL

"Oh Drew...! Thank you so much again for clarifying misinformation with fact and real science. I am not a techy, so if there is any way to post this to my e-mail, I would pass it on to many of my friends and clients...Love how one can slant information to selfishly serve an entity....nobody ate 'soyburgers' when my grandparents were alive. I still have a battle convincing my clients and friends that (good organic) eggs, particularly the yolks, are NOT evil, and do not cause cholesterol to elevate and then cause 'heart disease. Ugh...baby steps...:} Patience and yes, science!"--EP

"I had to tag you in my race report to let the record show how phenomenal of a coach you are!!!!! I couldn't have done it without you. Thanks again for everything!"--PW

"It was truly a pleasure to have the opportunity to experience the evaluation but also to learn so much from you during the relatively brief time of the evaluation.
I can't wait for your final and complete report." --PS

"I wanted to thank you for taking all the special time and care with me yesterday. It was really so sweet, and kind, and meant a lot to me. I think you are a special man with a very generous heart and spirit. I am lucky to have met you."--LZ

"You always make me smile...there has not been one thing that you have told me that does not prove true! Are you sure you are not God :)"--SF

"Andrew, thank you very much. I really do see you as my coach, mentor and friend. So glad the Universe put us together. Looking forward to lifetimes of breaking barriers. Love ya Brother!"--SF

"I <3 your blog! It's chock full of great tips and information on training and wellness. I seldom see that good a mix on personal trainer sites. :)"--DY

"I just wanted to thank you for caring about me and for trying so hard to get me better." --BF

"I really enjoyed last week. Again, thank you for fitting me in on Thurs/Fri as well as getting me live on the website so quickly. I have printed and reviewed all exercises and stretches; today will be day one. Additionally, I am starting the D/E/S Diary today and will keep you posted. I am fired up about your program and look forward to continuing to learn from you."--JB

"Here's the deal: I constantly think about you and how I'm working on implementing your advice. Woody and I keep laughing about how conversations always come back to you! It's now an inside joke, but all good. :)"--LW

"I love your blog! Jenn sent it out a while ago to a bunch of us, and it's so so so full of "uncommon" sense and the wisdom of reality....thank you for doing such important work!"--MN

"I send people your way because your the bomb as a coach."--RR

"I have my whole family reading your blog now. It’s wonderful for me because they don’t listen to me when I tell them the things I learn from you. But they WILL listen to you. Thanks."--JW

365 Ways #239–Paying it forward Posted on October 31, 2010, 0 Comments

#239--This past Friday, there was a guy at Whole Foods who asked if he could buy the groceries of a man in military uniform checking out in front of him. Thought it was a cool idea, and decided to pass it on. The uniformed man was honored. But not as honored as I was to know that there are people out there who recognize the sacrifices being made for them everyday.

ACCOLADES and SHOUT OUTS Posted on January 08, 2010, 1 Comment

I've got quite an extensive client list now. Most of them are beautiful people who add a lot to my life, and I'm honored they choose to spend an hour or more each week or month with me. They've become some of my staunchest supporters--people I know I can count on without question. And whether they realize it or not, they've become ambassadors for me. Once they learn the importance of eating organically, recycling, taking responsibility for their own health, and the many other subjects which are often driven home to them in my studio, they help me spread these messages and influence far more people than I could ever hope to reach alone. I want to give them props for this and highlight some of their amazing accomplishments. So check back often, but here's a bit of what's been happening with some of them:

UPDATE as of 8/31/10:
C.Williamson finished his first IM, well under 12hrs at Ironman Louisville.
N.Pramik had another solid performance at Ironman Canada.

UPDATE as of 8/20/10:

J. Travis down 50 POUNDS.
G. Renault completed an 8 DAY silence retreat.
J. Rearden welcomed his new born son into the world.
K. Slaughter's book entitled BROKEN when to the top of the best seller's list (as usual).
E. Lindsey completed a triathlon and is going back for more.
K. Tan survived bed rest (hard on a runner) to safely deliver a baby sister for little Ben.
S. Fusco rocked his first tri and decided to hire me as his coach and not just his trainer.
P. Wiener and N. Wirtz both finished their first IRONMAN race at IM Lake Placid.
B. Umstead won her a.g. at the Richard B. Russel Triathlon.
L. Sherman placed 3rd in her a.g. at the Richard B. Russel Triathlon.
A. Pelot opened up her own training studio.

2/17/10
K. Slaughter just finished her new book Broken due out June 22nd, and I'm sure it'll be high on the NYTimes Best Sellers list like her past 9 books.

J. Travis is down 35lbs and still going.

1/17/10
M.Melgaard --finished her first 30hr adventure race in horribly cold, wet conditions. When she wipes the smile off her face, maybe we can get her focused on her real goals for the year!

1/7/10
M.Melgaard--qualified for the Worlds Masters Championship in swimming. She also just turned pro in Open Water Swimming and won her first race of the year.

N.Pramik--Finished his 2nd Ironman of the year with a new PR of 9:52.

S.Ruiz--Finished IMFLA only 7 months after being referred to me for a running injury with had left her unable to compete in triathlons.

N.Dufine--made his 15lb wt loss goal and was recently promoted to Senior Vice President Creative Director of Design for TNT/TBS/TCM.

J.Travis--27lbs lost and counting.

B.Wilkinson--Currently training for the Action Cycling 200 to raise money for an AIDS vaccine.

J.Rearden--he and his wife are currently expecting the birth of a son.

B.Fair--up until recently with this unbelievably cold weather, has been riding his bike to our workouts, getting in a good warm up and saving $5 on his session fee for using an alternative mode of transport to train with me.

P.Wiener and B.Umstead--both brave enough to begin triathlon training with me for 2010 with the former aiming for IM Lake Placid.

S.Fusco and D.Dinwiddie--both featured in an article on CNN Health about personal training.

JJoynerBush--completed her first 5K after beginning training with me. Marathon here she comes...