If I were king, I’d create a coffee shop. A coffee shop where you’d have to be 18 to enter and at least 21 to drink the caffeinated beverages. No…
It is getting to the point where Ironman training has nearly consumed my capacity for intelligent thought or productivity at the workplace. It was Monday morning. The day before I…
The Box Called X I haven’t seen my husband in weeks. He’s been replaced by a look-a-like troll that spends his evenings below sea level playing X-Box. This happens to…
My coach keeps a blog. I like to read it because she too is going to Hawaii next month. It is good to share the misery, the pain, the insanity…
A large group of women from all over the country, of all age groups, stood waiting in the water before the USA Triathlon Halfmax Championship. The gun went off. I…
We’re sitting in the car, traveling south on I-55 towards St. Louis listening to a CD entitled Smells Like Chewie’s Breath. It’s the latest compilation of my favorite songs, a…
I’ve been rounding the track since I was 15 years old. Track is truly a place where you find pain like no other, where you can dig so deep into…
For the past few weeks, I’ve been running the marathon of daily life. And like the most challenging race courses, it’s had it’s ups and downs. Mostly, I’ve been heading…
“What are we doing tonight?” Chris asked late Friday evening. I was sitting on the living room, icing one of three body parts that were aching from the past week’s…