I absolutely love this time of year. I love the sense of a new beginning, even a calendar-driven one. I love how the current starkness and coldness of nature provides…
Austerity August
Money … … amirite? An anniversary, two birthdays, a reworked knee (and physical therapy’d) knee or a culinary tour of New York could all find ways to wreak havoc on…
Tackling one tree and banana oat bar at a time
My word of the year is embrace, as in, embrace the craziness that life launches at me. It’s almost funny just how much craziness the Universe has dealt me so…
Disconnecting
When things like yesterday’s bombings in Boston or the shootings in Newtown happen, I go to this weird place of emotional detachment and just observe everything that’s happening around me….
A week in the life of an exhausted adult-like person
Because I don’t have time to break down each of these bits into separate, thoughtful posts, some stream-of-consciousness: Monday night, the Modern Love Machine and I joined a few of…
Two steps forward … or not at all
As a sportswriter, I often had to write about athletes getting injured and their recoveries. Injuries to the legs, knees, ankles and feet usually were the worst, because of their…
Booted
I’ve mentioned this before, but perhaps the biggest adjustment in switching from a nights-and-weekends work schedule to a Monday-thru-Friday, 9-to-5 schedule has been learning how to properly pace myself. Now…
Getting the Boulder Rolling Again
The Modern Love Machine warned me after I wrapped up triathlon training two months ago not to rest too long on my laurels. ‘You don’t want to have to start…
Bona fide
My fear in advance of my first Olympic triathlon was never that I wouldn’t finish. I would find a way to will myself to that finish line. My fear was…
Redefining hard and impossible
The big, bad triathlon I’ve been training for for the past 12 weeks is upon me. Tomorrow I pick up the race packet. Friday I rest. Saturday I race. Training…
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