It Runs (And Bikes, And Swims) In The Family
When I did my first triathlon at 38, I was told there was nothing like your first race so I should enjoy it. I told my son the same thing this past weekend as he Read More …
When I did my first triathlon at 38, I was told there was nothing like your first race so I should enjoy it. I told my son the same thing this past weekend as he Read More …
Last week I lost a scavenger hunt. Well, some employee at Parrot Jungle lost it for me because instead of running around the park as the organizers @Hispanicize intended, I found a well-meaning teenager who Read More …
I am not an IronMan now but there is part of me that wants to call myself that. Well actually, that part wants to call myself an IronWOman instead. There are obstacles in the way Read More …
My blue road bike sits nicely against a sliding glass door of our already cluttered kitchen. Penelope’s cat food and water bowl lay between the front wheel and the pedals. Now-a-days there is reason to Read More …
I quit my triathlon team about once a week. Sometimes twice. I have perfectly reasonable reasons to do so. I work, I have children, I now have a blog and triathlon training takes a serious Read More …