Think Like CJ

Writing Without Lines

About My Blog

I’m CJ. I write about discipline, endurance, grief, and becoming who you are through repetition, not perfection.

  • Today’s blog challenge was to write a post based on an interview I’ve taken before — so I’m sharing one that left a huge impression on me. It’s a story about grit, unexpected opportunity, deep friendship, and what it truly means to become part of the 1% who can say the words: I am an Ironman.


    What initially motivated you to sign up for the Ironman, and did that motivation evolve during your training?

    “Honestly,” he said, “I didn’t sign up by choice — not at first. I spent the summer training a young woman for her first full Ironman. We rode together, trained in the heat together, even swam together. But when she got to the start line, the Ironman swim portion was canceled due to unsafe conditions.

    Right away, she texted me asking if I could help get her into Ironman Florida. It was already sold out. I told her Louisville still had slots — but it was only two weeks away. She said she’d do it if I would do it with her. I told her I couldn’t afford it. Her response? ‘You misunderstand. I’ll pay for you to do it if you’ll do it with me.’

    So two weeks before the race, I suddenly found myself about to do my first Ironman.”

    What motivated him originally wasn’t the dream of becoming an Ironman — it was loyalty, friendship, and the desire to show up for someone who asked. But that motivation evolved into something much deeper: proving to himself that he could rise to an impossible challenge with almost no runway.

    Can you describe one of the toughest moments you faced during training, and how you pushed through it?

    “My back had been bothering me all summer. I hadn’t run more than 6 miles — and most days it was 3. With only two weeks left, I had to try to get my run mileage up. A few days before the race, I managed 7 miles. That was it.”

    He didn’t sugarcoat it. There wasn’t some grand comeback run, no miraculous 20-miler before race day. It was pain, discipline, and the belief that he could suffer through whatever was coming.

    “I was certain I would start and I would finish — barring a freak accident. I just kept reminding myself of that.”

    What part of the race tested you the most, and what did you learn from it?

    “The run. No question.”

    Despite almost no run training, he ran nearly 20 miles of the marathon — walking mostly at aid stations.

    “That showed me how hard you can push yourself when you decide there’s no quitting. I was amazed at how much I could actually run.”

    Crossing the finish line wasn’t the end of the fight.

    “When I sat in a chair afterward, I couldn’t move my right leg. Couldn’t even feel it. I was severely dehydrated, needed IV fluids and two brutal chiropractic adjustments. When I got home, I scheduled back surgery. They had to open up two nerve canals and remove part of a disc.”

    Still — he finished.
    Still — he became an Ironman that day.

    How did completing the Ironman change your understanding of your own limits?

    “I feel more confident not just in my abilities, but in who I am. There’s a lot more to an Ironman than the race. The people you meet, the friendships you build — it changes you.”

    For him, the finish line wasn’t validation of physical toughness. It was proof that the mind often underestimates what the body can survive.

    Was there a moment during the race you realized you would finish?

    “Yes. When you step onto that finish carpet… it hits you.”

    He described it the way most athletes describe sacred things — slowly, reverently.

    “The music, the crowd, your friends and family yelling your name. And then you hear it: You are an Ironman. It’s overwhelming. It’s honestly one of the greatest accomplishments of my life.”

    What does being part of the ‘1% of the world who are Ironmen’ mean to you?

    “Everyone knows the title ‘Ironman.’ Even people who don’t understand the full distance respect it. In the triathlon world, it’s the race — like the Masters in golf or the Kentucky Derby.

    Being able to say I am an Ironman means I did something extraordinary. Something not many people on Earth will ever do.”

    How has your Ironman experience influenced the rest of your life?

    He didn’t hesitate.

    “It made me braver. It changed my confidence. And it reminded me that showing up — for yourself and others — is powerful. Training with someone all summer, then crossing that finish line together emotionally, even on different courses and days… that shaped my life.”

    What advice would you give someone considering doing an Ironman?

    “Train with other people. Seriously. Companionship on the long days, accountability when you want to quit, insights from athletes who’ve already done it — that changes everything.”

    Final Thoughts

    I chose to share this interview because it captures what I love most about endurance sports:
    the way ordinary people rise into extraordinary versions of themselves.

    Ironman isn’t just a race. It’s a story — and everyone who attempts one writes a version of it that is uniquely theirs.

  • If this week had a theme, it would be clarity—not loud, not dramatic, but gentle clarity. The kind that sneaks up on you in moments you never expect to matter. Here is a memory that shaped my understanding of where I am right now.

    This week brought with it a surprising amount of positive reflection. I’d been struggling to find joy in such a fast-moving world that even the simplest moments had begun to feel heavy. But the more days that pass, the more wise I feel—at least in the sense of learning how to exist inside an unpredictable world.

    It’s becoming clearer to me that perception is the quiet ruler of everything.

    A few days ago, I met a man at the gym. A place often perceived as forbidden fruit—intimidating, surrounded by mirrors and expectation. But it keeps its promises when you let it.

    He caught me outside and asked,
    “Is it easy living life as yourself?”

    I told him the only truth I know: be authentically you, and the rest is a matter of perception.

    He paused, then shared that he’s transitioning.

    In that moment, I was reminded of how uncertain life is, how none of us really have it figured out. Yet there is freedom—something divine—about living boldly and honestly, not for anyone else, but for yourself.

    Perception is reality.
    —Lee Atwater

  • Daily writing prompt
    Do you have a favorite place you have visited? Where is it?

    During the summer
    I was becoming a junior
    at Indiana University,
    I found myself studying abroad
    in London.

    Breathtaking
    in its truest simplicity.

    Three weeks spent
    wandering the inner and outer edges
    of a city layered
    in history, violence,
    and quiet triumphs.

    A memory that lives unconscious—
    as if the experience
    never fully lived at all.
    London outside me,
    but home
    loud and rattling
    inside my head.

    I was not yet mentally grown.
    A new affection for Jäger and Red Bull,
    a half pint the first night
    turned ritual—
    waiting for the evening hours
    to join the pub-ustery,
    to practice negativity
    until dawn.

    Distracted—

    Counting the days
    until I could go home.

  • Key Song: Lose Yourself — Eminem

    I’m pretty hard to win over.
    I’m a stick-to-what-I-like kind of person, and it takes a lot for something to sway me. So when something actually sticks with me, it sticks.

    Over the last day or so, I’ve started putting together a list of things that have truly helped me along my journey — the tools, books, videos, and templates that kept me focused, grounded, and moving forward. Before this 30-day challenge, I never thought twice about compiling these for anyone to read. But here we are.

    These are the things that showed up for me when I needed them, and maybe they’ll show up for you too.

    Books I Recommend

    • This Naked Mind — Annie Grace
    • The Four Agreements — Don Miguel Ruiz
    • Milk and Honey — Rupi Kaur

    Favorite Videos / Documentaries

    • Iron Cowboy
    • Iron Cowboy: Conquer 100
    • Endurance athlete documentaries
    • Triathlon motivation videos
    • Mental toughness clips

    Applications I Use Daily

    • Strong App — for tracking lifts and progressive overload
    • Trello — for organizing tasks, habits, nutrition, training, and pretty much anything else my brain throws at me.

    My Daily Journal Template

    • 10-minute “all or nothing” brain dump
    • Three positive words to start the day
    • Bible verse of the day
    • Word of the day
    • Quote of the day
    • Three thoughts of gratitude

    Ironman Getting Started Template

    If you’re new to triathlon training or just easing your way into consistency, here’s the weekly structure I use as a foundation. It’s simple, balanced, and sustainable — but still pushes you in all three sports.

    • Monday — Off / Active Recovery
    • Tuesday — Sprint 8 or VO₂-based run + upper body hypertrophy
    • Wednesday — Cycle sprints + swim intervals + core
    • Thursday — Tempo run + lower body hypertrophy
    • Friday — Endurance swim
    • Saturday — Long run
    • Sunday — Long ride or long brick (alternating weekends); optional recovery swim kept light and relaxed.

    These are just a few of the tools and routines that help keep me grounded in a world that often feels chaotic and unpredictable. It’s taken me a while to build a habit of daily journaling and reflection, but it’s been worth every up and down. The world is always a little prettier when you start the day with a fresh thought.

  • Signing up for my first Ironman 70.3 was a small step in a direction I had not quite registered yet. It felt vast and almost ungraspable at first, like I had agreed to something far bigger than the page on my screen. But slowly, through research, trial, and a lot of error, I built a training plan that carried me not only across that first finish line, but through a second 70.3 and even a full Ironman. I did it without a coach, without a certified trainer, and without anyone handing me a perfect blueprint.

    That is not to say I did not have help. I absolutely did, from friends, from other athletes, from people I met at practice swims or on the bike trail, from anyone willing to share even a sliver of their experience. What I learned more than anything is this. You do not need the perfect workout regimen to start training for an Ironman. You only need the heart and the willingness to try, especially on the days you do not feel like it.

    Perfection is not what gets you to the starting line, and it certainly is not what gets you to the finish. The only thing that matters in the beginning is consistency. Give yourself twenty minutes, three times a week. Choose any leg of the race, swim, bike, or run, and simply show up for those twenty minutes.

    No one has ever crossed an Ironman off their bucket list without first reaching for it. Sometimes reaching does not look heroic. Sometimes it looks like lacing your shoes and walking out the door for ten minutes when you wanted to stay home. Sometimes it looks like getting into the pool even when your body feels heavy. Sometimes it looks like pedaling around your neighborhood on a bike that is not fancy.

    All of that counts. All of that matters. All of that is training.

    When I look back at the calendar from my very first Ironman training season in early 2024, I remember how enormous it felt and how every box seemed to carry its own purpose. Rowing intervals. Short runs. Easy rides. Strength sessions. Longer efforts tucked into the weekends when I finally had the time and space to give a little more. I did not see it clearly then, but what I had built was a rhythm. Not a perfect plan. A rhythm steady enough that my life could actually hold it.

    Now when I look at my 2025 season calendar, the structure feels more confident. I know my zones. I understand how to balance intensity with recovery. I switch naturally between strength work and aerobic work. Yet the foundation is still the same as that first year. Consistency, easy efforts, long weekends, rest days placed with intention, strength woven into each week.

    That is the part beginners often cannot see. You do not start by trying to train like someone in year two. You start by learning to follow a simple weekly pattern you can return to again and again. The first year you are learning how to show up. The second year you learn how to trust yourself.

    If you are looking for a place to begin, you can start with a very simple four week rhythm that reflects the spirit of those early months. Nothing overwhelming. Nothing complicated. Just the beginnings of a habit you can build on.

    In the first week, focus on proving that you can show up. Try three short sessions, perhaps a twenty to twenty five minute bike ride, a twenty minute walk or jog, and a short swim or row. If you have the energy, add an easy weekend walk or ride. Nothing needs to feel difficult yet.

    In the second week, add a little structure. Keep the same routine, but let one workout include a tiny progression such as a few short pickups on the bike or a focus on calm breathing in the pool. You will be surprised at how quickly your body adapts.

    In the third week, allow one workout to grow slightly. Perhaps a steady thirty minute bike ride instead of twenty five or a run that finishes with two minutes that feel a little stronger. You are not trying to go fast. You are learning that you can stretch yourself without burning out.

    In the fourth week, let the shape of triathlon appear a little more clearly. A bike, a run, a swim, each kept gentle and steady, followed by a weekend session that is just ten minutes longer than usual. This is often the moment when people realize they are training without even noticing the shift.

    This simple rhythm works because it mirrors what both of my calendars reveal. Ironman training is not about doing everything at once. It is about stacking small, consistent efforts until confidence begins to rise on its own. It teaches you the feel of a training week, how to balance three sports without overwhelming your life, and how growth happens slowly but steadily.

    Most importantly, it protects you from the trap of believing you must be perfect before you begin. You do not. You begin exactly where you are, even if where you are feels small. With patience and consistency, you become someone who can hold the larger work. That is the real secret of Ironman training.

    I signed up for an Ironman on a whim, a silent cry for help, a way to hold onto something without having to actually hold it. I had no idea what I was doing. When I look back at that version of myself, I wish I could lean close during one of those early cycle days and tell her that it will all be worth it. I would tell her not to fear the unknown, not to assume she is failing simply because she feels lost. Time in the saddle is what matters most. Not pain. Not indulgence. Not perfection. Just time. The rest of it finds its way.

  • Daily writing prompt
    Are you more of a night or morning person?

    There’s something prominent about the silence of the morning. Hardly a noise in any direction. Lights are dimmed, humans are nonexistent, and for once the world isn’t as needy.

    The morning carries an urgency for optimism in its truest form. With coffee brewing in the distance and the sun beginning to peek through the clouds, the early hours feel wide open and opportunistic.

    Darkness behind an evening door feels nothing like darkness behind a morning one. Mornings greet you with dew, moistened windows, and the single warm note of a bird chirping somewhere you can’t quite see.

    They’re my favorite because they smell like the earth before the day washes it over with its noise and toxins. Mornings feel renewed, never rushed and always still.

    Depression doesn’t find me in those early hours. It is nocturnal by nature, preferring shadows and corners and slipping into the mind more easily at night. But morning brings light, a soft compassionate light, and for a moment that is enough.

  • Opening:
    I’m excited to share two things that I’ve been passionately working on: a 30-day blog engagement challenge and an upcoming mission that is very close to my heart—my “Carry Their Names” walk around Indiana.

    30-Day Blog Engagement Challenge:
    For the next 30 days, I’ll be publishing daily content designed to connect, inspire, and engage with you—my readers. This challenge is about more than just posting; it’s about creating meaningful conversations, exploring new ideas, and building a stronger community here on my blog. I’ll be experimenting with new formats, sharing personal stories, offering tips and insights, and asking for your thoughts along the way. I invite you to join in: comment, share, or even suggest topics you’d like me to cover.

    Carry Their Names Walk Around Indiana:
    Following the blog challenge, I will be undertaking a mission I’ve felt called to for a long time: walking around the perimeter of Indiana in honor of those impacted by ALS. This walk is a way to raise awareness, honor lives, and bring our communities together in remembrance and support. I’ll be documenting the journey, sharing stories, and connecting with family, friends, and supporters along the way.

    Call to Action:
    I hope you’ll follow along with both the blog challenge and my walk. Engage with the content, share your own thoughts and experiences, and if you’re inspired, consider supporting the mission or spreading awareness. Together, we can make these 30 days and this walk meaningful—both online and in real life.

    Closing:
    Stay tuned for daily updates, reflections, and stories. This is going to be a journey of growth, connection, and remembrance, and I’m so glad to share it with you.

  • Name your top three pet peeves.

    A litter bug—someone who scatters their waste across the world as if the earth were not the very thing holding them up. I will never grasp the mind that wounds its own home.

    A person who cannot speak with emotional intelligence—who stumbles through connection as if feelings were foreign terrain. The world is already heavy; moving through it without understanding yourself or others turns life into a storm without a compass.

    And lastly, those who forget that we shape our own lives. Every dream, every desire, every quiet hope is molded by the choices we make each day. To drift through life unaware of that power… is a tragedy dressed as carelessness.

  • Courage is not being afraid, it’s being afraid and doing it anyway.
    —Gina Bianchini

    My Ironman story didn’t start with confidence or a lifelong dream. It started on a cold December day in 2023, when everything in my life felt like it was caving in. I was depressed, broke, drinking again, newly heartbroken, and drifting through my days in that numb way you do when you’re just trying to make it to the next hour.

    I texted, “I’m gonna sign up for Muncie Ironman,” and then I did. It wasn’t bravery or ambition. It was stubborn, reckless hope, a need for something bigger than my mess. Something to pull me out of the dark. Not to win, but to try. To stick to something.

    I had no coach. No one telling me what to do, no structured plan, no professional guidance. I relied on research, trial and error, and the advice of a few mentors who helped me navigate when I felt completely lost. Every training season, every adjustment, every mistake was mine alone to figure out.

    I had no proper gear. I ran my first miles in ragged Walmart sneakers. Every step reminded me that all I had to give this dream was heart. Halfway through training, friends at my home gym pooled money for my first real pair of running shoes, Brooks Adrenalines. Lacing them up felt like a small gift of belief I hadn’t yet given myself.

    My bike was a hand-me-down Trek, way too big for me, until a mentor gifted me a men’s Fuji to get me through my first Ironman. After that race, she surprised me again with a red women’s Fuji that fit perfectly, but this time it was mine to keep. My tri suit was a hand-me-down, my wetsuit a last-minute Marketplace find. Nothing matched. Nothing was fancy. But every piece of gear told the same story. People believed in me long before I did.

    I trained through every season while working an 8–5 job. Mornings became ritual; evenings were spent running or pedaling until dark. Sometimes I squeezed in a swim at lunch. I was juggling training, exhaustion, and a life unraveling behind the scenes.

    The hardest part wasn’t the miles. It was the doubt.

    Am I doing this right?
    Can I do this?
    Am I strong enough?

    Tears came mid-run more than once. I wasn’t just training my body. I was wrestling with everything broken inside me.

    After Muncie, I expected the high to last. Instead, I crashed. Months passed without running. Another race felt too big, too expensive, too uncertain. Slowly, I learned that the universe meets you halfway when you keep showing up. Small sponsorships, gear, encouragement reminded me that consistency, not perfection, moves you forward.

    The three months before Ironman Arizona were the hardest yet. After a slowdown post-Louisville, I carried more insecurity than ever. I wasn’t counting down to a half anymore. I was facing the full Ironman. Every workout felt heavier. My body begged for rest. My mind questioned everything. But my tribe, friends, family, mentors, never wavered. They poured belief into me when my tank was empty.

    The swim. Nerves had me putting my wetsuit on backwards in practice. “Good to get those race-day nerves out of the way now,” another athlete said with a smile. Race day water temperature was 67 degrees, cold enough for a wetsuit but warm enough that booties weren’t allowed. I needle-dived feet first into the Tempe Salt River and started the 2.4-mile swim. The straightaways felt endless, and the pull of the wetsuit was a constant reminder that I was moving forward.

    The bike. The course looped through canals, landfills, desert stretches, and brutal winds that knocked me sideways. Moments came when I wanted to stop more than to continue.

    The run. Unforgiving. Two mental walls, stomach issues, and exhaustion made every mile a fight with myself. By mile 23, I could smell the finish line. The lights, the noise, the cheers, and finally the words I had dreamed of hearing:
    “Carly Smith, you are an Ironman.”

    I crossed the finish line twice, once for the crowd, and again when I rang the first-timer’s bell under the Arizona night sky. Fountains sprayed. The arch glowed. It was surreal, overwhelming, and the closing of a chapter I’d once been too broken to imagine beginning.

    Muncie built the foundation. Louisville gathered the pieces. Arizona fused them together. Those finish lines didn’t change who I was. They revealed who I had been all along.

    If this journey taught me anything, it’s that the impossible is rarely impossible. It waits for you on the other side of fear, self-doubt, and the belief that you’re not worthy of doing something extraordinary.

    You don’t have to feel ready.
    You just have to say yes.
    And take one imperfect step at a time.

    Whether you think you can, or you think you can’t – you’re right.

    —Henry Ford

    When people ask me if I would do it again, I think about the challenge. The thing is, the challenge never changes. First Ironman, personal best, every race, it is always me versus me, my limits, my doubts, my perseverance. And that is exactly what makes it worth it. Just like courage isn’t the absence of fear, this race isn’t about ease. It’s about showing up anyway.

  • I sought the Universe, and it heard, and it answered.

    I was baptized on March 31, 2024. I was submerged in holy water and lifted back into a world. This world suddenly felt rebuilt around redemption and second chances.

    At the time, I was drinking again. I was hurt and patched my wounds with temporary bandages. I chased answers that maybe weren’t meant to be understood. These answers instead cracked me open and led me to transformation.

    For a long time, I tried to fit my love for the Universe into a “Christian-accepted” box. I tried to label it, explain it, make it comfortable for the beliefs around me. Over this past year, through unraveling and rebuilding, I realized something:

    The Lord Jesus Christ can be whatever you need Them to be.

    The Lord is the Universe.
    The Lord is the Unknown.
    The Lord is Allah.
    The Lord is Buddha, Nirvana, Peace, and Prosperity.

    The Lord is the strength it takes to get out of bed when life feels impossible.
    The quiet push to keep going when every part of you wants to give up.

    Prayer is not just religion; it is alignment.
    It is the moment you speak out loud your hopes, fears, truths, and dreams.
    It is a way to get right with your body, mind, and spirit.
    It is a way to touch the Universe and say, I’m here. Keep me here.

    And the Holy Spirit is that surge inside you. It is that flash of knowing when your body remembers it is connected to something beyond flesh. It goes beyond circumstance. It extends beyond right now.

    Religion controls the minds of enemies. It shapes the opinions of our closest friends. It also shifts the way we connect with each other. I find myself asking:

    When did faith take on such a twisted burden?
    When did something sacred get bent, stretched, and repurposed to serve politics, power, and the times instead of the soul?

    Religion is not the bad guy.
    Our interpretations are the issue. We twist them to fit fear, control, and ego. These actions have welded negativity onto a universal God.

    God did not cage us.
    We built the cage and then blamed God for the bars.

    I heard someone say once that we die twice.
    First, when our body stops breathing.
    Second, when the last person speaks our name.

    If that is true, then the soul outlives the body.
    It lingers.
    It travels.
    It stays long after our physical form fades.

    Part of my spiritual awakening has been accepting the mystery and acknowledging that we do not know what comes next.
    Maybe we reincarnate.
    Maybe we watch from above.
    Maybe we appear in the moments our loved ones need us most. We are a warmth. We are a presence. This is a feeling that can’t be explained but can be felt.

    The soul, like Christ and the Universe, is memory.
    It is vibration, echo, residue.
    It is every moment we touched this earth. It is every life we brushed against. It is every wave our existence sent out into the world.

    It is what remains when nothing else can.

    In the end, it is whatever you need it to be.

    And so is the Lord.