Hey, those are some nice legs
…I speak, of course, of the legs of a triathlon. There are three: swim, bike run. Let’s break it down, shall we? Swim Legend goes that triathlon organizers built triathlon to be in the order it is now because the…
A triathlon primer
I’ve been involved in multi-sport since 2001, and started doing triathlons back in 2003 as part of a project to get more urban women involved in outdoor sport (“Yes! You *can* have a two-martini dinner and still go for a…
Triathlon transitions
I had a very good weekend, training-wise and social-wise. We took our time, sleeping in a little bit and taking our time getting ready in the mornings, since our workouts were shorter now that we’re closer to D-Day, and that…
Manatees are far more interesting than green beans
Certain things make a girl happy. To wit: 1. The children’s section at The White Plains Public Library is the best I’ve ever seen. I loves it! Witness “The Trove”: And here’s what you see when you walk into it:…
New book review: The Blackbringer
It’s up here.
Looking backwards
Yesterday, needing to get out of the house despite my poor diet of ice chips and freezie pops, I marshalled my energy and walked down to the library. It’s only about a half-mile, maybe less, but I felt drained and…
It’s a fine day to indulge in some ice chips
I only say this because it’s gloriously sunny out, and I’m recovering from a nasty bout of food poisoning. People, let me just dispense one fine piece of advice: when you are three weeks out from a major race and…
The Weekend that Started Early and Would Not End
Egads. It feels like I’ve been running on weekend time forever. It sounds like a good thing, doesn’t it? Except, see, for us, in these peak weeks of Ironman training, well, the weekends are when we do our long workouts:…
“Is this thing on?”
My pal Mike Smith turned me onto a guy named David Allen, who does podcasts about Macs, and now, writers. He interviewed me about my work, the writing and the editing and all of the stuff that goes on around…
It’s no good, Capt’n, she’s fogged in!
Today is one of those brilliant writing days. It’s raining like gangbusters, and I can hear the sound of the traffic on 287 because of the shusshing of the tires on the tarmac. When I finally took the time to…
