Even though I had accomplished my goal, my redemption race left me feeling more alone than ever.
I’ve come to love working out in the morning. Even though I have to physically drag myself out of bed and set three alarms so I don’t snooze through my wake-up call, exercising first thing in the morning sets me up for a better, more productive day. My workout always varies: Sometimes I run solo
2015 was a big year. Not just for my athletic endeavors, but also for my career and even my love life! Here’s what I’m most proud of accomplishing, and most excited about sharing, in 2015.
(This post was originally published on Thrillist — and was written by yours truly) Milk, for most adults, is more of a condiment than a main attraction: half-and-half in coffee, whole milk over cereal, and so on. Since you’re not guzzling glasses of milk like you did when you were 6, keeping it fresher for longer is
If you’ve ever witnessed the finish line at a triathlon —especially a long distance triathlon race right before the seventeen hour cutoff — you were probably exposed to a wide range of raw human emotions. Once past the finish line, some athletes are in a state of euphoric jubilation, and others are crumbled in intense agony
What to do when you just can’t “run every damn day.”
Check out my latest piece on Greatist.com: The 50 Best Races in America, State-by-State! Read it here.
To hold you over while I get my act together, here’s a review of The Mile High Run Club I wrote for Blisstree.com: To be honest, I’ve only ever been to one SoulCycle class. It was almost over a year ago, and all I remember thinking was that I couldn’t believe people paid upwards of
On Wednesday night I attended Chelsea’s new BFX Studio launch party, celebrating with an evening of complimentary classes, private training sessions, cocktails and giveaways. Of course, I signed up for a class–because, why not?–and chose the 7:15pm Fusion Ride with Juan. Split into two parts, the first half of the class was in the spin studio, then
My first experience with the Boston Marathon was my freshman year of college. I filled my Nalgene bottle (a necessity back then) with cranberry juice and vodka, and went to cheer on the runners with my friends. I clapped at strangers and wore a Yankees baseball hat, for which I was ridiculed for by several
Run From Your Problems 