When to Fight
In a recent Instagram post, I shared my most recent layer and struggle–well, the external part of it. The response has been staggering–the emails pouring in–just like when I talked about my booze problemo for the first time. Summary: so many of us are struggling. With addiction. With pain. With trauma. With emotional abuse. With […]
I Do Three Things.
I have written many, many times about the importance of accepting ourselves as athletes, as runners, as triathletes. I have written over and over about the importance of not downplaying our accomplishments–no matter how big or how seemingly small. To own the athletes we are. To work hard to get better… but be thankful right where […]
What’s Your Sport, Girl?
Validation comes from inside. Trust me, I know that.
The Sucky Rotation Schedule & The Suck Line
It’s baaaack! I’m talking about this puppy again! A few years ago received an email from a reader, and it went something like this: I am racing my first 70.3 in a few months. I do most of my workouts when my family is asleep — this translates to 4:30am mornings. Even still, the long […]
When I Am Suffocating, I Do Two Things
Last night before the kids went to bed, the Expert made a bargain with our daughter–age almost-nine. She had a math assignment to complete–which by the way, she totally fibbed about completing–and he bargained that she could do it in the morning. As the Expert left the house this morning (after making lunches–I will give […]
5 Ways to Get a Grip When You’ve “Let Yourself Go”
I cringe and bristle when I hear this phrase: “Oh, but she has let herself go.” First of all, as someone who was an expert in letting myself go, I found it offensive that someone else also noticed that I was in the business of doing exactly that. Second of all, no one understands the battles, struggles […]
Olympic Weightlifter to Triathlete (Fast Twitch to Slow Twitch)
Someone emailed me and asked if I would write about how my former sport of Olympic weightlifting translated into me becoming an endurance athlete later in life. Simply put: No translation. Lost in Translation. Apples and Oranges. But that is not completely true. Many don’t know the whole story of my previous-life athletic feats (and non-feats). […]
The Food Inspector
When I was a child, my parents would get so aggravated at me during mealtimes. My dad had nicknamed me “The Food Inspector.” Because I was like the Health Department on steroids. I found something bothersome in almost every meal we ate that came from somewhere else–whether it was Thanksgiving at the grandmother’s, Pizza Hut, […]