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First of all, I swam in the ocean this morning for the first time in seven months. I am a new woman. Secondly, beets.
First of all, I swam in the ocean this morning for the first time in seven months. I am a new woman. Secondly, beets.
Pure excitement has replaced all the anxiety I felt for my first Ironman, and I can't wait to board the plane tomorrow morning.
Despite being mocked for my little pre-Ironman, gluten-free experiment, I'm going to stick with it.
Tapering casts your daily habits and rituals in a new light. Food is suddenly not about "fueling" anymore. It's just food.
This book promises speed, science, and sexiness in the same breath—what triathlete could resist?
I don’t buy cookbooks very often, and am using them less and less these days. I do own a small handful of particularly beautiful and inspiring books, however, many of which have helped me learn…
Lately, it’s been all about the brunch. Two weekends ago (on the heels of a work trip to New Jersey) I took a short jaunt over to New York to partake of the hipper-than-thou world…
Warning: This post contains a glut of pictures of yours truly in the act of eating. Apparently I’ve been in a narcissistic phase as of late. Today marks the one-month anniversary of my Southern California…
I took Mark out for his birthday four days early this year. No, I wasn’t rushing his advancement in age and wisdom. I simply wanted to treat him to one of his favorite things: excellent…
“Whirlwind.” “Roller coaster.” “Bittersweet.” None of the moving clichés are right. Each time, packing feels like something vaguely familiar—something I should be good at by now but for some reason am not. For all the…