Mark and his two sons Thanksgiving 2019
Mark Turnipseed
This is the path I traveled to become a triathlete from a scared young boy, a destructive youth, and a narcissistic delusional adult addict. Triathlon has taught me that any path worth walking is better with other people. Therefore, I write this story live and without filter to share the experience with as many as possible.
I would be a liar to say this story will be easy to share, the journey is riddled with trials that will bring up horrifying ghosts of my childhood and relentless terrors of my adolescence and young adulthood. I expect for this to be an emotional process that begets great challenge. For this reason, I know that at times I will feel like laughing and others crying, at times it will be invigorating and others depleting, at times I will feel great remorse and other moments great pride.
Triathlon and recovery have taught me I need to seek support, but also that I must share and give it back. If this did not occur in my life I would have learned nothing from those who have travelled similar paths before me. I would not be here. Therefore, I want to share the hard moments with you with complete transparent abandon because these are the moments that have shaped my heart and the moments I fear letting go of the most. These are the moments that once led me to depression, addiction and suicide but now fill me with strength and courage. These are the moments that make up my life and if I inspire one person to find their inner strength by sharing them here, then these will be the moments that bring purpose to my life.