Here we are, arrived at the present and I am about to introduce my coach, who can be described only as a gift. For me to write anything at all would be to write too much, and not enough. Muddy is and will be my coach for the rest of my life.
As you may have gathered by now, when I was at Guelph I skied. I wasn't very involved with the swim, bike, run community back then, but I was intrigued by the concept. Every time I mentioned triathlon in Guelph, it seemed as though a legendary character's name was brought up: Jazzy.
Neil doesn’t know this, but I walked around for 2 years with a sticky note in my future plans folderon which was written, “Neil Harvey - Swimming - (416) 595-3424.” (Or something like that).
I knew that if I was going to race triathlon I would need to learn how to swim, so one day I asked the swim coach at the U of G for his thoughts. He asked where I was from and gave me that sticky note.
It must be somehow appropriate that I’m enjoying a Blue Bridge Double Pale Ale as I’m writing this post.
PK was my coach for 2 years while I was at the National Triathlon Centre, but something tells me he’s been my coach for much longer than that. Who knows where that comes from? It just does.
Honestly, I’m kind of struggling with where to start on the PK story. The PK story . . . It’s more than swim, bike, run . . .
I think that it would probably take a few lifetimes for me to fully understand what PK is bringing to the table, so I’m just going to start by sharing a few stories.
In the next series of posts, I would like to take the opportunity to tell a few more stories and thank some of the coaches who have helped shape me as a person and as an athlete.
Let’s start with my first official coach, Gord Salt.