full circle in Syracuse
What bubbled up during a visit to our old stomping grounds in Central New York state.
What bubbled up during a visit to our old stomping grounds in Central New York state.
Having my mom here last week was like a mini retreat—a break in the normal flow of things.
What surprises me even more than how much not-training I'm doing is how much I'm enjoying it.
A jeopardized Ironman has lent a berry-picking analogy to my training. Maybe it can help someone else, too.
Thanks to rain and an impromptu training camp for coloring between the black lines of routine this week.
Whether it be a new week, a new month, or a new year, fresh starts are always at hand.
The end of the year tends to stop me in my tracks, bringing a kind of thoughtfulness I seldom practice.
Wherein I use a scientific study to justify not waking up at 5 am to train.