I get insomnia and cope with anxiety, which I sense is shared by many these days. This is what I think about and how I cope.

I get insomnia and cope with anxiety, which I sense is shared by many these days. This is what I think about and how I cope.
Let me introduce you to some of my awesome clients who agreed to go public, so that they may motivate you, too.
Frustration boiled over as my feet slipped and I fell hard on my tailbone yet again. I willed myself to practice self-compassion and remind myself that I was doing something only a very few number of people can do under normal circumstances, and a much smaller fraction can do during this pandemic.
How would it feel to climb and descend more than 8,000 feet daily, on high-altitude mountain trails, for seven days straight? Could I do it? Last week, I found out.
Adventuring is inherently optimistic. You’re not sure what will happen, and you know it won’t be easy, but you believe that whatever comes to pass, it’ll be worthwhile.
These are three favorite unusual run workouts that I wrote for clients and ended up doing and enjoying myself. I hope they’ll help you feel energized and motivated if you feel stuck in a rut with your training.
Presenters are challenged to show 20 slides, each for exactly 20 seconds. I’ve never done a presentation like this, but I was game. I put together PowerPoint slides and scripted paragraphs for each, cutting away to get my talk down to roughly 20 seconds per slide and hoping my story wasn’t as boring as watching […]
It feels like we won a coin toss: Morgan gets to come home, others stay in the hospital and die alone.
I used my blog to journal about our family’s situation during the past few days, so that years from now I will remember what this strange, scary week felt like.
When I look back at my training log from the end of 2019, I see far too many runs labeled “detox run,” when I’d run to clear my head and produce extra-stinky sweat. Can you guess how I went from feeling gross to good?