Discipline as a Comfort Zone

How's your summer going?

Mine's been good, as I've spent it like I have the last two summers: completely dedicated to a singular fitness goal.

In both '24 and '25, I competed in regional bodybuilding shows followed by the Canadian National Pro Qualifier, which, poetically, fell on the exact same day as IRONMAN Ottawa will this year.

That means exactly one year after my last national bodybuilding appearance, I will race IRONMAN Ottawa.

It also means that the structure and dedication I've invested in this event now feel par for the course.

When I began this journey, saying no to social events and parties felt like a point of pride. I had finally broken free from the shackles of social validation and substance-induced euphoria.

Now, as I stand on the edge of my goal and the life that will follow it, I realize that athletics have become a similar safety net.

As three years have flown by, I've been able to keep my head down and focus on tasks that are objectively positive, albeit a bit selfish at times.

But as I face the prospect of life without an approaching (and scary) athletic endeavour, my discomfort suggests that I may be avoiding real life, which, in the end, is about more than how muscular and/or fast you can become.

As I opened my eyes this morning, I realized that the last three years have put me in a blessed position. One where I run my own business, steward an incredible fitness community, and live with passion daily.

None of this would be possible without the athletics that drove me.

But what's possible, given a decent break?

My heart is ready for what's next, even if it's unknown.

Change is inevitable in life. You either create it or watch it happen all on its own.