Getting the 11-hour monkey off my back — in Europe's home of little mermaids and tall tales.
Putting miles under wheel and foot before bigger miles take me far from here.
My two-week training block almost killed me. Now, rest.
Homemade raw energy bites tinted with everyone's favorite shade.
Travel, training, and loosening my grip.
Musings from the surprising transition from tri-a-holic to work-a-holic.
One word that marked this weekend.
My monthly collection of moments, finds, eats and etceteras.
On the flip side of the finish line, I can report that I race better with a laser-like focus than I do when scattered like paper cups on a windy run course.
I'd lost sight of what it feels like to be this engaged. To be needed this much.
The latest on experimenting in the kitchen and on the race course.