Today I want to make a statement about the endurance lifestyle, because quite frankly, I think a lot of people are in dan

At first I thought it was because I had little experience. So I got more. Then I thought it was because I needed to lose weight. So I lost it. Then I thought, maybe I needed to train harder, so, harder I trained. And now, having exhausted all other possible explanations, I am forced to consider that perhaps I'm just inadvertently attracting obstacles by fearing they'll appear.

Remember when we knew nothing about heart rate training, cadence, lactate threshold and such nonsense? When going for a bike ride meant going out on a bike and riding and feeling good about it? Do you remember those days? Well I don't.

When I was five my mother had very long, dark hair; down to her waist. She always wore it in a bun during the day to keep it out of her way, but as she ran along side me telling me that when I got the most scared I should just keep pedaling, a few strands came loose and blew behind her.

What a long, strange, lead-up to Mooseman this past week has been! Between waking up one week away from my first triathlon of the season with the start of a sinus infection, to the discombobulated state of my training program on account of said sinus

Deena Kastor is a f***ing fast runner. Her 5k PR is 14:54. That means she was moving along at a 4:48 per mile pace, which just so happens to be the 5k world record for women. Deena's best marathon time is a blazing 2:19

Junior year Trigonometry and I warred from August to November.

Race Morning. The day was supposed to be hotter, but with less wind than they'd had for the long course race the day before. I figured that was a fair trade as I looked out over the lake while wrapping up in a blanket, not quite awake yet but definitely no longer asleep.

This morning it was storming like somebody had better be building an arc. I think it was around 2:00 a.m. when I heard the thunder, and had a hard time getting back to sleep after that - not because it was such a torrential storm

That’s right. Stretch the arms up overhead, arch the back, and let out a little groan like you’re working out the kinks before a tough day of training. Blow the cobwebs off the big gears, lace up the trainers, and start the engine idling.