Maybe you’ve seen the viral video posted on YouTube – it’s of a boy who rode his bike by himself for the first time.
He struggles for how to describe it.
“I feel… I feel… I feel… I feel… I feel happy of myself,” he exclaims. Continue reading
I’ve been learning the fine art of triathlon coaching since January from my friends at Well-Fit Triathlon & Training center. I say “art,” because I think a person could read all the books in the world on science, fitness and health, and not know how to approach a given athlete’s needs. Continue reading
“You’re a triathlete.”
That’s what the BF whispered into my ear as he got up from the table at my celebratory breakfast to head to the bathroom. Then he kissed me on the cheek.
I grinned really big. And then my eyes welled up. Continue reading
Swimming has saved my athletic life. I’m sure it sounds just ridiculous to say it that way, but it’s true.
After several months of stress fractures, bursitis and a neuroma in the foot, it would be understandable if a person slipped into a deep depression, crawled under the covers and canceled his or her gym membership. Continue reading
When I strolled into the pool on Monday morning a little before 6, I wondered why there were so many people in the water — as in, so many I had to (gulp) share a lane for the first time ever.
“Oh well,” I thought to myself, “Mondays must just be busy swimming days.”
I did my warm up, looked up, and noticed some guy writing some stuff on the white board. Then I realized that everyone else was paying attention to that writing.
(Uh oh.) Continue reading