aka, Live it Out.
Grain-free "fake" muffins for when you need to buckle down and get serious.
A short happy list, and how I (finally!) made the decision to race Ironman Arizona in two weeks.
Thoughts on Kona, the view from 11,000 feet, and fence-sitting Ironman Arizona.
Sometimes you just have to look something in the face. So here it is, my first DNF.
My name is Jen and I have a dysfunctional esophagus.
Lessons from a brief work trip and a ski film.
Ah, Santa Barbara. A triathlete's (and food-lover's) paradise par excellence.
This stuff has become a pre-ride staple that brings new meaning to the term "chamois butter."