Painted red nails on men may never turn into another Ice Bucket Challenge—but if they spark even one honest conversation about Parkinson’s, I’m willing to wear them for as long as it takes.

I live with Parkinson’s. And I’m training for multiple triathlons in 2026, including the big one—Augusta Ironman 70.3. 

I’m 59. Parkinson’s is a progressive disease. Now’s the time to go for it.

The 2025 journey was interrupted. A major diagnosis just weeks before a race wasn’t part of the plan—but neither is quitting. 2026 is a reset.

Side note, I got a $1,000 single donation Friday to close out a great fundraising week.

So I’ll ask you this:

How bold are you willing to be for a cause you believe in?