The old man slowly but steadily made his way to the front of the room where I was standing. (more…)
This is a refrain from a song in my ipod shuffle, which I hear a couple of times a week when I’m out biking or running. I often ponder on that song and wonder what I have done to make, not only myself proud, but my parents, and the people
How does a sleepytrigirl who has been a night owl most of her adult life become a triathlete or a morning athlete -runner, cyclist whatever?
It was a process. It started with the death of my son… Running consoled me..
As I added on the mileage, I decided to train for a