I don't know yet whether this was a finale or a new beginning. Or something simpler perhaps—a homecoming of sorts.
Please support me as I bike and run 140.6 miles during the month of September. And then some.
Lately, I can’t stop thinking about how quickly reality can change. For many of us, this is the first time something like this has happened in our lifetime. It’s made me feel so darn small and powerless; which of course is not necessarily a bad thing.)…
What on earth do you write about in a time like this? All I know is, we need to write. And cook, and create, and move. And so, borrowing a title from Gabriel Garcia Marquez I grabbed onto one of the best tools we have right now: gratitude. But first,…
A tribute to my Grandfather.
In the span of 10 short days, I transformed myself into a meal planner.
While most people this month are resolving to exercise more, I’m going in the opposite direction.
Here's how I'm dreaming and hustling in 2020.
Getting out of my element on the third stop of our winter tour.
Thoughts on a post-partum triathlon that made me feel like a beginner again.
The next stop on my little “tour de mat leave” was Cartagena, Colombia.