How do you sum up your lacrosse career?
I went to Hamilton College and played there for a season. I always wanted to see if my skillset translated to the highest level, so I made a highlight reel and sent it to the top schools. UVA was the only one to offer any hope of lacrosse. It was like, “If you get in academically, you can try to make the team as a walk-on. You don’t have a spot on the team right now and we recommend you don’t transfer.” That was enough for me.
I managed to walk on and start for a few games and then injuries set in. I had four surgeries, one of which was a double operation. I left college lacrosse for a year before giving it one more try at Florida Institute of Technology. There, my body started falling apart again, but I did manage to score a goal, making it one in every division.
That’s a crazy stat. How do you feel about that accomplishment?
It’s the coolest thing ever. It just very much sums up my life. I’m not the best player. I don’t have a hundred goals a game. But I somehow find my way into various different situations.
What led you to the running with bulls in Pamplona?
When I got injured, it was sophomore year of college and that gave me my first real summer free. While I was rehabbing, I wasn’t really doing anything, so I had to get away. I went to Spain on a study abroad trip and that’s when I ran with the bulls. Here I am, this idiotic kid who went from this low D-III school to the top Division I level. Clearly grandiosity is part of my nature, and extreme adrenaline. I just fell in love with adventuring and adrenaline, and then doing it in this really immersive held-by-a-hand-of-a-local type of way. It was this Red Bull era — how close can you get to the edge of a building, parkour and all of that.