I know, it feels like a chore, it feels silly, it feels awkward and kinda pointless. You’re not spiritual, you’re not flexible, you’re not a hippy. You don’t know what all those Sanskrit words mean. You’re already strong, you’re already disciplined.
I’m currently sitting in my apartment scribbling notes, looking at my bookshelf, reading saved articles,…
As a devoted and enthusiastic endurance athlete, I find great value in adding a yoga…
Our pace had slowed to a sun-beaten crawl, and the shade that seemed to cover the trail kept hopelessly receding.
We’ve been quiet with our posting and writing this year as uncertainty has been heavy.…
Fear is good. Failure is necessary. I could end this post here and just hope…
It’s grey, cold, and dumping buckets outside. I’ve been in a car for six hours listening to the strum thwack of wipers, squinting to determine if I’m staying between the striped lines, and white-knuckling the steering wheel driving to Marin, CA.
I love to talk about food. I love to tell people what to eat. I love to grocery shop. I love looking at food. I love cooking food. I love #foodie. I love “Chopped” on the Food Network.
Show up at the start line of any road or trail run, triathlon, or cycling race these days and it is clear women are no longer a minority in the racing scene.