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.

  • 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.

  • Daily writing prompt
    List your top 5 grocery store items.

    My grocery list has acquired the same growth mindset I have, over the years.

    The cart was once overflowing with frozen dinners, Oreos, cereal, and processed meats. Now it fills with things that entice the mind, body, and spirit. Here’s a glimpse into my kitchen.

    Greek yogurt—Chobani or Oikos, to be exact.
    Chobani for creative desires and creamy goodness.
    Oikos when I’m feeling disciplined and structured, for the routine mind.
    Both offer a gentle sensation. Add honey and it twists your toes just enough to feel alive.

    Old Fashioned Oats—or Kodiak Protein Oats when I’m not balling on a budget.
    Old Fashioned because they’re bigger in diameter and don’t sog as quickly. Perfect for overnight oats.
    A teaspoon of light brown sugar satisfies the taste. A drizzle of honey does the rest when sugar cravings start to clutter my mind.

    Bananas.
    More green than yellow—but never overpowering. Just subtly dominant.
    For grab-and-go mornings. Days. Nights.

    Boneless chicken breasts.
    Lean. Juicy. Filling.
    The essential grab.

    Brown rice.
    When money for food was scarce and the fridge felt like a dessert—
    I learned rice is a firm foundation in a kitchen, unwavering in love.

    Apparently, I don’t know how to make a list without turning it into prose.

  • To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson

    I’m learning that success often looks like authenticity, even when it costs approval.

  • Today’s blog challenge is to publish a poll or survey.

    I don’t have a loud audience yet — most days, it feels like I’m writing into a quiet room. Still, I’m learning that growth doesn’t start with answers. It starts with asking.

    So if you’re here, this is me inviting you in.

    Thank you for being here, even quietly.

  • Letting go of the need to explain isn’t isolation, it’s discernment. What truly matters doesn’t demand justification. What’s understood authentically speaks for itself.

    1. My reactions to people’s words
    People will perceive me however they want. It’s not my job to teach someone how to see me.

    2. My gym routine
    It took me years to commit to the gym. I hold it dear because I know how easily it can be disrupted.

    3. My past
    Nobody needs to forgive me except myself.

    4. My faith
    My faith doesn’t need to make sense to anyone but me.

    5. My political views
    I don’t owe anyone access to my political beliefs.

    6. My mental health
    I advocate for my mental health because I refuse to disappear quietly.

    7. My mom
    My relationship with my mamma is sacred.

    8. Overthinking
    It isn’t weakness. Its awareness stretched thin. Vigilance that forgot how to rest.

    9. Fitness advice
    I keep fitness advice quiet unless it’s invited.

    10. My aspirations
    Some goals are protected by silence until they’re ready to exist out loud.

    11. Personal connections
    I no longer apologize for wanting depth, effort, and consistency.

    12. My pain
    My pain is not a lesson plan for others.

    Understanding is a gift — not a necessity.

  • Reinvention is the action or process through which something is changed so much that it appears entirely new. People hear that definition and imagine fireworks, a dramatic before and after, a fresh start wrapped in momentum. But reinvention, in reality, is much quieter than that.

    When most people say they want to reinvent themselves, I don’t think they are looking for a new life. I think they are looking for personal freedom. They want hobbies again, peace again, and mental safety inside their own skin. They are craving sanity, tranquility, and a version of themselves that feels like home instead of a battlefield.

    For me, reinvention starts with excitement and hope. Then comes the dread, not the fear of becoming someone new, but the fear of the discipline it requires. Reinvention is not a mood or a burst of inspiration. It is the daily willingness to do the unglamorous things that actually change you.

    It goes without saying that reinvention is deeply misunderstood.

    For so long, I believed reinvention meant dropping what was and creating something entirely new. Planting fresh seeds before burning the old crops. Starting something before finishing what I left behind. I thought I was not where I wanted to be because of the world around me. I believed my circumstances, my people, and my past were solely responsible for my stagnation.

    It was never me — or so I told myself.

    But my most honest reinvention happened during one of the darkest seasons of my life. The first small habit that moved me forward was quitting drinking. It was not dramatic. It was not glamorous. It was a quiet choice that felt heavy at first but eventually became the foundation I needed.

    Reinvention is not waking up, going to work, and repeating life on autopilot. It is waking up, working, and staying true to your goals even when comfort whispers otherwise. It is coming home and choosing the thing you said you wanted, the run, the writing, the gym, the meal prep, instead of kicking your feet up and surrendering to complacency.

    It is changing the way you eat.
    The way you move.
    The way you interact.
    The way you see the world.

    I am a writer, but for years writing made me want to vomit. I hid from my own voice for so long that returning to it felt like learning a new language. Reinvention required facing the parts of myself I had abandoned and the parts I had blamed on everyone else.

    The biggest lie society sells about transformation is the idea that it has a start date and an end date. No one who has truly reinvented themselves can tell you the day they finished. Reinvention does not finish. It evolves.

    We live in a world overflowing with shortcuts. Quick fixes, how-tos, easy solutions. Influencer culture thrives on dramatic transformations and sells the illusion that change should be fast, effortless, or visible. But change is none of those things. Change is slow, inconvenient, and often invisible for months before it breathes.

    The moment I realized reinvention was lifelong was when I opened the door to depression and had to confront the truth that much of my suffering came from my own self-sabotage. That was when I understood this journey has no finish line. Reinvention is not a sprint. It is a lifelong subscription to self-awareness, emotional intelligence, reflection, and discipline.

    Now, reinvention is not cinematic for me. It is a steady accumulation of choices: thinking critically, moving my body, protecting my mental safety, paying attention to what I consume both physically and emotionally. Reinvention is infinite. It is always within reach, yet ego and insecurity often push it away.

    The hardest truth I have learned about becoming a newer version of myself is that some days are unbearably heavy. Some days you want to be anyone other than the person doing the work. But the most important realization is this:

    You are the only thing holding you back from reinvention.

    We walk through life believing we have time. Time to change. Time to research. Time to wait. But the truth is simpler. You have time. You are just not using it.

    So keep dreaming, even when the world feels foreign. Keep choosing the smallest version of the person you want to be. Reinvention is not a single moment. It is a lifetime of becoming.

    I hope someone is reminded that reinvention is not distant. It starts right now.

  • 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.