Growing up I had some introduction to sports including soccer and tennis, but by the time I was in middle school my primary focus became band. I played percussion all through high school and was involved in everything from drum set in jazz band and school plays to the drumline in marching band. Upon graduating from high school in Georgia and deciding to move west to attend Arizona State University, I wanted to take advantage of this opportunity for a fresh start. I knew absolutely no one in Arizona, and could be anyone I wanted to be.
The summer before I moved to Phoenix I picked up a mountain bike from a local shop. There were some trails near our house in the northern suburbs of Atlanta which I had been to once, and was something that interested me. Watching YouTube videos of downhill and freeride athletes inspired me to get outside and (miserably attempt to) learn to flow like they could.
I spent the next couple of months exploring that trail system on my own with zero idea of what I was doing. Regular athletic shorts, flat pedals, no clue how to change a flat let alone the supplies to do so, but none of that mattered. I loved leaving our house with no idea when I’d be back or where I was going. The freedom that two wheels provided is where my love for the outdoors began, and was my first introduction into the endurance world.
When August rolled around, and it was time to move to Arizona, I was eager to leave the awkward band nerd behind and redefine who I was. Soon I’d be an athletic mountain biker the old me could only dream about. ASU being such a big university, I figured there had to be a mountain biking group or club.
Within the first few weeks of school I discovered the ASU cycling and triathlon team, and joined as a self-proclaimed mountain biker (still absolutely no idea what I was doing). The two sports were combined into one club as they were quite small groups compared to other club sports, but this allowed me to quickly make friends and provided a small social circle for me to be a part of.
One of the guys from the triathlon side, Ryan, reached out to me asking if I was interested in triathlon, and invited me to go for a run. After doing a quick Google search to figure out what triathlon was, I accepted with no concept of the doors that would eventually open and lead me to my current path.
Ryan, who would eventually become one of my best friends and training partners in college, was so accepting and open to teaching me everything he knew about the sport. He and other veterans on the team taught me everything: how to swim, where to ride, what a Fred was, how to structure some resemblance of a training plan… they invested their time and energy to teach me good habits and provided the launching pad that has led to my (relative) success today.
The community and sense of belonging that the team fostered gave me an outlet to discover my best self and create a new identity – a triathlete.