16 in 2016
I’ve spent the past couple of months in a bit of a funk, thanks to post-IM blues, the election and its aftermath, an ongoing family health situation that’s not looking […]
Tag Archives: swimming
Quick update on life, training, racing, etc.
You’d think that going silent for a while might indicate that I have nothing going on in my life and thus nothing to write about, but the inverse is actually […]
Swim Through This: Talking with Diana Nyad about her new memoir (Guest Post)
So, you need something to read that will inspire all your New Year’s resolutions. Something that is motivating but also funny and relevant to women. Real women. You’re a woman […]
My first masters swim meet is Sunday and it’s giving me feelings
I’ve been swimming with the Kennedy Law Racing masters team for about a year now and in that time I’ve grown to love the whole experience – everything from watching […]
Five things I love about Masters swimming
I’m not much of a morning person, but recently I’ve found myself getting up at the insane hour of 4:30 a.m. a couple of times a week. Normally that kind […]
Operation Sub-6: Ten days out from my half-ironman
So I guess I’m officially tapering now for half-ironman #2, and as usual, it sucks. Tapering is such a paradox, isn’t it? After months of workouts of ever-increasing length and […]
At the age of 35, I am slowly becoming a swimmer
This past Saturday, I took part in my second ever open-water swimming race. The race was pretty straight-forward – a half-mile north along Clearwater Beach, then a half-mile south. Nothing […]
Doing my (tiny) part to bridge the cycling gender gap
There’s been a lot written about the cycling gender gap in the U.S. so I won’t rehash it except to point you here and here and here and – oh […]
Some thoughts on the occasion of my first chin-up
Editor’s note: So you might have noticed that it’s been like a month since I updated my blog. I certainly noticed because not a day went by where I wasn’t […]
What open water swimming is teaching me about fear
Last weekend I stood on the sands of Fort De Soto’s North Beach in my dorky little tri suit and my goggles and felt like I was going to throw […]
