Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusaism wrinkles the soul. -Douglas Macarthur Running marathons and training for triathlons has transformed my understanding of endurance and sustained enthusiasm. While I have always been an athlete, not many people realize that I actually spent the majority of my life as a competitive sprinter. Any swimming
BARBIE GETS A BIKE
This is me. Or, at least, this is how I felt racing in Clearwater. Perhaps the second picture is more indicative of what I really look like at a race, but the top one is how I felt during the 70.3 race this weekend. As some of the Worlds’ best cyclists flew by me after
“LOLLY” POPS WITH POSITIVITY
Lolly found me. Four hours into my race with ten miles left to run — as my quads were spasming in Charlie-horse cramps and my groin muscles had me on the verge of tears — Lolly trotted up beside me. While we hobbled our broken bodies up the mountainous bay bridge that overlooked the Gulf of Mexico, this petit
NOW BOARDING: SIGHTSEERS
I like the noise of traveling. Watching movement while staying stationary yourself is one of the most enlightening experiences one can have if you allow yourself to be still in the moment. Today, as I travel to Richmond, then Atlanta, and then finally to my destination of Clearwater, Florida, I am going to savour the mundane
ANTICIPATION, WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS AND HUNGRY BEARS
I can’t wait until next Saturday…but I have to. Anticipation and excitment tempt me to wish my week away, but I am going to fight to hold on to the present. I’ve spent all year training hard to look my best for Saturday, November 13th, the Ironman 70.3 World Championships in Clearwater, Florida. I traveled to Scotland