What is #Liv2Day? Well, I will tell you. There are certain days in your life when things change, when time stands still, when some power larger than we earthlings smacks you in the face and reminds you how fragile life is. Some times those days linger in your mind, but you stay on the same road and, now and again, there are also times so profound you veer off and choose a different path. Two years ago today was one of those days-the step back, sit down, this is gonna hurt kind of days. You lose someone who touched your life and are blown off your seat by how much it makes you stop and think, like really think. Pretty much each of these moments since September 20, 2008 has been a heavy reminder of how precious life is, how short it really is, and how you are never prepared to say goodbye. On January 30, 2012, nothing made sense when that moment happened again. The one thing that I focused on was the sunset that day-the beauty of it when nothing made any sense but that sunset was still beautiful-there was still beauty somewhere in the world. I started treasuring the sunsets, the cardinals, you know, everything we all take for granted. I learned compassion is not to be confused with weakness and moving on should not be confused with forgetting. Then, March 1, 2016 came along and things became real. Cancer can take you so fast and leave so many precious loved ones behind. On that day, four years removed from Dad's passing and it was time to learn more lessons--tomorrow is never promised no matter your age. A year later in 2017, another vibrant beautiful life was gone--a battle lost at 39-someone I tried so desperately to help, but I learned addiction is a battle only the addict can win-and only if they choose recovery. I started doing things I had put off, that I said "some day" to, that some did not understand: I learned to snowboard, I decided to start a project to bring supplies to the NYC homeless under the cover of night, I went out long boarding with our rescue pups, I took mom on a train adventure to MSG to see Paul McCartney, I went to a Bowl game (something Dad always wanted me to do), and the list goes on. Then, July 2017, another lost at 49 to addiction, my cousin, leaving behind two precious children with questions that will never be answered.Three months later, Mary is gone (6 weeks from diagnosis) as cancer claims one of my rock start success stories-strong, loving, empowering, cheerful, and just gone too soon-leaving her sons to heal. So, when someone asks me what is #Liv2Day, I will tell them it is a statement, it is a message, it is an adventure, it is a mission, and it is a calling. It took one last reality for me: watching my brother fight a war with renal disease that many can never understand. No matter what happens in your life, you make choices about how you react to it. In every loss, Grandma Willis, Dad, Cheryl, Kevin, Mary ... I choose to live harder, I choose to give witness to their lives carrying a piece of what their souls gave to me and carrying it forward. For the unexplainable events, for the actions people take that make no sense, I walk away and I refuse to give them any power in my life. I have but one life-you have but one life. What are you going to do with your one and only life? I am going to #Liv2Day for all of those I have lost and with all those I have lost living on in compassion passed forward. Today will be gone and tomorrow is not promised. Last year, I did not finish the racing season and I did not give any explanation, but now, in our society where more openness and communication is so desperately needed, I think it is important that people know. We almost lost my brother Dean last winter to his battle with renal disease, and I thought putting racing on hold was what I should do. The thought of losing my only sibling after we had been through so much and suffered so much in such short period of time was stifling. But, I have realized my crazy journeys bring great joy and inspiration to all of those watching and following who cannot run, who cannot bike, who cannot swim, who cannot travel and it is a great distraction for those struggling, for those who do not think there is any good in the world to see that people can come together for something good. Dean has a big hurdle the next few weeks and I have decided that the best witness to his battle is to continue to do things that some believe are not possible, to give him something positive to see in the world, to give he and my mom the continued laughs at my crazy adventures. So, for Dean and for my mom, for Grandma, for Dad, for Cheryl, for Kevin, for Mary, for Kathlyn Monahan, for Ryan, and for anyone fighting a battle others do not know-this is my #Liv2Day adventure. I signed up for the Boulder Ironman as a part of the Ironman Foundation Charity which raises funds for local charities in Boulder, including those assisting with the homeless and those assisting families impacted by drug addiction. And, to add a little challenge-I signed up for the Boulder Ironman with only a day to meet the first fundraising goal of $1,750. So, anyone who wants to be a part of this crazy adventure, for all you risk takers, for all the misfits, for all the misunderstood, for anyone who needs a little more compassion in the world, for all of those fighting a battle, for all the dreamers and the rebels-please join the fun and help give witness to the fact there are still really good people in this world.