Let's set the record straight.  I do not believe in the runner's high.  I grapple with the logic of participating in long-distance running. And I know running sucks most of the time.  Inexplicably, I still run.

Two years ago I qualified for the...

When your home girl is training for Ironman Texas, you get on your bike and ride! 

Mac and I took advantage of the unseasonably warm weather by driving up to Gettysburg and catching some great bikes through rural Pennsylvania and Michaux State Forest.  A couple of those...

Last week, I thought this post was going to be about my first visit to Savannah, Georgia.  Hurricane Matthew had other plans.  

I earnestly checked weather reports every day all week and the situation looked grim.  On Tuesday, Chelsea notified me a friend from yoga...

My relationship with Running is trendy- on fleek, as some may say.  No, it’s not trendy because cardio is all the rage or because #freefitness is better than paying a C-note for a gym membership.  My relationship with Running is like a Tinder relationship.  Sometimes R...

Psst.  PSSSST!  Come closer.  A little closer.  Good.

I'm going to let you in on a little secret- a real secret, like only my parents, Jordan, and Jordan's parents knew.   Today, I competed in my first triathlon.   I wish I was proudly boasting about comp...

I planned to run my first 50 miler this fall.  I recruited Mac to run with me and copied a training schedule from Wookie Kim.  

For the first 13 weeks of the 24-week training plan I was diligent.  I followed the plan.  I listened to my body.  I logged the miles....

I attended my first Ironman event in Lake Placid when I was twelve years old. My mom and I went up for a day trip not realizing the event was happening. Lake Placid was swarming with people.  Lots of spandex, lots of bikes, lots of cowbells.  It was cool, but I didn’t...