First Alcatraz crossing
The first of four swims from Alcatraz to San Francisco.
Childhood · bicycles · races · beginnings
Cold water, bicycles, race travel, and a competitive record that started earlier than most.
The early building blocks
The early high-school photograph belongs here because it shows the beginning rather than the finished product. The yellow tie and blue blazer are not evidence of youthful restraint. They are evidence that somebody owned a camera at an unfortunate moment.
Long before the Team USA years, movement was already ordinary. As a child, I once competed in a biathlon, a triathlon, and a 10K over one Saturday-and-Sunday weekend. All three were morning races, and each was held at a different location.
Before I received my driver’s license on my seventeenth birthday, I had accumulated more than 25,000 miles behind bicycle handlebars.
Those facts matter less as precocious trivia than as early evidence of the habits that followed: movement as transportation, endurance as repetition, curiosity as a reason to try another event, and preparation as something learned before it acquired a professional vocabulary.
I swam from Alcatraz to San Francisco four times, completing the first crossing at age fourteen.
At fifteen years and two months, I became the youngest person to qualify for the United States Triathlon Championships. My older brother Ted had previously qualified at fifteen years and nine months, so the family record moved by seven months.
Before I turned twenty, triathlon had already taken me across most of the United States. Race travel made airports, highways, equipment lists, weather, course maps, and early starts ordinary long before adulthood did.
The first of four swims from Alcatraz to San Francisco.
Youngest person to qualify, seven months younger than older brother Ted’s prior family mark.
Biathlon, triathlon, and 10K, all morning starts and all at different venues.
The bicycle was transportation, training, independence, and the first durable operating system.
October 1988 · age 14
In October 1988, I crashed a bicycle on Stanford University’s Campus Drive and lost a front tooth. The original tooth has been absent ever since. It was an old injury long before the April 2024 collision, but that history became relevant again decades later as a dental baseline: the 2024 crash did not cause the original tooth loss.
The point here is not to turn a teenage crash into mythology. It is simply part of the physical history behind a lifetime spent on bicycles and, later, other small-wheel transportation.


National race travel came before the later Team USA and World Championship years.
The early endurance record developed into national and international results.
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