Journal

Oxy Takes Me For a Ride: 5k Numero Dos

Oxy = Angst This 5k tonight at Oxy High Performance has sent me for a loop the past two weeks. As the days ticked by, I got more and more uptight thinking about it, culminating in Picky Bars staff meeting

Back on Boylston

I’m back. Like a zillion other people who were here when the shit hit the fan last year, I’m here, in Boston. We all make conversation. We try to decipher how our experience lines up with the person whom we

The Boulder Budged

Ever since Jude was born in June, I’ve been working toward becoming an elite athlete again, but it has been very difficult to find momentum. Little things keep getting in the way of progress. Breastfeeding zapped my energy. The sleep

Conflicted New Years Eve

Normally on New Years Eve I am itching to change the calendar over. It’s not a fresh start thing, or a resolutions thing. It’s not so much the addition of new things at all. It’s more like the freshening up

They’re Heeeere…Little Wing Has Arrived

Little Wing, (my new training group here in Bend,) kicked off today, AT LONG LAST! For months it’s been in the works. The initial sparks came from long, late night talks with the Lesko’s, (the brilliant investors in Oiselle I

How I’m Doing, Really

How I’m Doing, Really Honestly? Pretty shitty. Even though pregnancy takes an average of 40 weeks, Lima Bean is considered “full term” at 37 weeks today. That basically means all the important things have been developed already and now he/she

Bombing in Boston

I’m still processing everything that happened but this blog is an attempt to describe my personal experience at the Boston Marathon, and how I watched my environment unfolding. I have been reading the accounts of others and want to get

The Truth About Pro Running and Babies

This shouldn’t come as a shock to you when I say at some point in the next four years I want to have a kid. Over 30, married five years, obsessed with your baby…it adds up. And since it’s after

Giving a Sh*t and Getting Over the Olympics

Time heals all Wounds, if you let it. As my last blog indicated, as an injured, aspiring [non] Olympian I was unsure of how watching the Olympics would sit with me. I imagined I’d need to force myself, like a

Opening Ceremonies: The View From the Bench

Well it’s finally here. The long awaited Olympic Games have officially opened for business in London. For the past four weeks since the trials, I’ve been able to maintain with amazing effectiveness my positive attitude using three simple tricks: ignore,