dear santa

When someone asks me what I want for Christmas, I usually say something lame and super practical, like a gift card for groceries...

swimvember

Maybe you saw my tweet this morning. Never in my life did I think I’d be bouncing out of bed at 5 a.m. to shovel the driveway...

running as metaphor

Wilder opening circle (photo by Jess Barnard) Confession: I've been sitting on this post forever. I started writing it two weeks...

hi, September. bye, September.

My boss started a new meeting process called three things. (And no, this isn’t a reference to the number of snacks I eat in every...

I'm racing again!

Remember how I made that joke about being in Triathlete magazine? So this happened: It's a story about the YWCA Women's Triathlon,...

trainer meow-tivation

Since it is International Cat Day, I’d like to show you what happens when I get on the trainer and Magnus decides he can’t live without...

if you're having a bad week

... and need something to laugh at, I'm totally here for you. Yes, my wetsuit penis bump, my floppy hand, and my I'm-about-to-pass-out...

butt blasting

Right now my butt is so extremely sore from physical therapy. (And by butt, I mean glutes, not butthole. Because why on earth would...

more catbell

You know what always makes me feel so inspired? Kittens. Oh, and cheering at a triathlon in my special shirt. (I was thinking...

on the bright side

You know, it’s probably a good thing I’m injured because this summer has turned out to be incredibly busy, so if I were training...

healing requires patience

It’s been 5.5 weeks since Victoria 70.3, and I’m still healing. No running, no standing climbs on the bike, no kicking on the swim...

victoria 70.3

In sum: I swam (and in typical fashion, it was meh). I rode my little heart out (don’t tell anyone, but I think I secretly like hills...

will the tech be mcdreamy?

So tonight I am going to get an MRI for the very first time. I’m looking forward to it because hopefully I’ll find out what’s wrong...

I'm old and my body hates me

A few weeks ago, I turned 40 30 for the tenth time. Confession: This is not my party. And my body has pretty much been breaking...