A Weight Off My Shoulders.

Sorry its been so long since I've updated guys. Its been a BUSY week and a half. It doesn't seem like I have had any free time on my hands lately. Soccer just recently started up and it is A LOT tougher than I thought it was going to be juggling soccer and my ironman training schedule, not to mention physically draining. The weather the last couple of days has been pretty nasty so we haven't been able to get outside and workout much. Last week Sam, Dad, and Myself were able to get out on a ride around the Hayden and we hit some good hills. We followed that 22 mile ride up with a 60 minute run right after... needless to say we were all pretty sore the next day. I have to admit though, I have been slacking quite a bit on the riding and running. It seems like the days we are doing big workouts for those are always the day I have soccer. I have noticed the difference when riding and running with Sam and my dad. They are so much stronger and have the endurance to do the workouts without getting to broken down afterwards. I can say that I am keeping up on the swim though, I am feeling like I am getting a little better in the pool every time...granted there is still a lot of work that I need to do in the pool, but I'm getting better. Now for what the headline is all about, for those of you who don't know, I flew down to Salt Lake City last Friday where my brother picked me up. We road tripped down to St. George, UT so that I could go to a soccer camp at Dixie State College of Utah. The camp was awesome and I had a great time and really liked the campus. The camp went great and I played well. It opened the door for me because the coach thought I performed well too. I talked to him Monday night and I decided that I will be going down to St. George, UT next year to play soccer at Dixie State. I couldn't be more happy and it is such a great feeling to have decided what I am going to do next year. I just want to thank all those who have helped me achieve my goal of playing soccer at the college level. My coaches, both past and present for the skills that they have helped me develop. My friends who were always there to congratulate me or cheer me on. My brother and sister who exposed me to the game and helped me along the way by having a goal to reach. And especially to my parents. My parents have been there through every step and have worked extra hard to be able to afford to send me to tournaments all around the country. Once again thanks everyone for checking in on the blog and supporting our journey through the Ironman training process. Also, please be sure to check out Sam's and Brandon's blog which are linked at the top right side of my blog.

"The more you sweat in practice, the less you bleed in battle." ~Author Unknown