If you’re going to care what people think, you need to stop writing your blog right now. -Erin Guerrieri The downside to writing a blog on positivity and being yourself is that sometimes people throw it back in your face. The upside is that I need it thrown back in my face. I have
I will overpay for anything with French script on it. My family will too, now that they know that is the easiest way to buy presents for me and guarantees a happy, or rather, ecstatic recipient. Needless to say, when I found my les petites victoires vintage t-shirt at J.Crew earlier this summer, I was
It’s 6:00am in Europe and I am half naked on the rocky pebbled beach of Nice, France, ready to begin the greatest athletic journey I have ever undertaken. Surrounded by 2,500 wetsuit clad Ironman competitors, I am a blob on the crowded beach line with excitement pumping through my veins as I survey the
I am one day from race day, and the vibe of energy in Nice is extraordinary. Life is short, and even though tomorrow’s Ironman race is long, the day is just another day. We must remember that when we dream of achieving our dreams, that they will one day be at our fingertips, before us
I got into the sport of triathlon because I needed to prove something to myself. I needed to prove inner strength and needed to revive my belief in dreams. Before two years ago I hated biking and I never dreamed that I could run farther than a 5k, moreover, I rarely ran more than 1
Certainly, travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes one, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living. -Miriam Beard I still remember my first time in Nice, France. An impressionable, carefree 20 year-old backpacker, the world was my oyster and every town I explored changed me permanently.
Shades have been on my mind all day today, and I don’t mean the kind you put on your face or on your windows. I am talking about shades of color, and specifically, shades of pink as today was the grand pick-up date of my new Felt B-10 custom Barbie-painted-pink tri bike. Customized with my
Road rash on sunburn is a feeling that I would never wish on anyone. Yesterday, after soaking up the 90 degree Virginia heat during a 5-hour bike ride, I took yet another spill off my bike. This time, no mulch truck was involved — only my tire, a dip in the road, a sidewalk, and