Growing up, I was coached by my Dad in all my little league sports.  I think one of the toughest times for my Dad was when I entered high school and he could no longer be my coach.  Over the past 25 years, I’ve had a very successful, decorated elite level, athletic career, competing in Football, Bodybuilding and Triathlon.  And as I reflect back on all those very early days of practices and sacrifices my dad made, I realize now talent or no talent, I wouldn’t have been half as successful, had it not been for my Dad.  So here we are 30 years later and my Dad started training with me at the club.  I am preparing to race a couple of Triathlons and this season my Dad is going to be one of my coaches.  How? By just showing up.