I´m Going Mental.
I spent the holidays on a beach in Indonesia, reading Boris Becker´s latest book with the kind of desperate hope usually reserved for self help books and fortune cookies. My forehand is terrible. So is my backhand.
It didn't.
What did happen: I kept stopping mid-chapter, staring at the ocean, thinking about the Becker describing the specific terror before walking onto Centre Court at Wimbledon. Then I picked up Andre Agassi's book and found a nearly identical moment- different court, same paralysis.
By the third day, I'd stopped thinking about my forehand entirely. I was thinking about the conversations I wanted to have.
Not about their serves or their Grand Slam titles. About the architecture underneath. The way they managed their minds when everything was on the line.
I've spent two years trying to figure out what to do with everything I learned in 21 years of professional triathlon.
The hard part wasn't the physical act of finishing. It was managing what happened in my head.
Turns out, I only knew how to use that fortress for one thing.
When I retired, the fortress stayed — but the finish line disappeared.
Life doesn’t work like Kona. There’s no clock telling you if you’re winning or loosing.
So I started writing. Training reps. Putting instinct into language.
Then I started recording conversations.
That’s what this is.
Frodissimo Times becomes FRODENO GOING MENTAL.
The writing continues. The conversations begin.
The podcast isn’t the answer — it’s the next training block.
If it helps one person move toward their problem instead of away from it, it’s worth it.
Let the conversations begin.
Let’s go mental.
Jan.
