The other day over dinner with a friend, she said, “You’ll never guess what my mom got me for Christmas—a sewing machine and a hand mixer. I mean, I’ll keep the mixer because I do like to make chocolate chip … Read More
If you want to get faster at running, it’s good to run with people who are faster. If you want to build your mountain biking or skiing skills, it helps to follow and watch people who go harder. But if … Read More
A Harper’s Bazaar article recently popped up in my Facebook feed asking me, “Is Spinning Making You Fat?” You might ask yourself, how could exercise possibly make me fat? But according to the article, women are cutting down on uber-popular … Read More
“Does everyone feel this awkward at the gym?” I thought, shooting a terrified look down the row of treadmills. I had been running along steadily for about 15 minutes, trying to avert boredom by gradually increasing my speed and angle … Read More
Has anyone ever pinned a photo of a woman in a bike helmet on their Pinterest page? Perched on a cute retro cruiser, dress fluttering in the wind, flowers and baguette in her basket, her hair is always flowing free … Read More
Sara’s eyes brightened and her voice warmed. “Oh, Morning Glory Wall is full of wonderful stuff, if it’s not super crowded.” She penned little notes about what routes I should climb at Smith Rock while I ran my fingers through … Read More
Huffing and puffing around the hairpin switchback, I was intimately aware of how mushy and weak my thighs felt in relation to how many more vertical feet of mountain biking we had ahead of us. “Man, I’m sorry, I feel … Read More
“Nice. Yeah, you got it.” I slowly paid out rope as Lee grunted and mantled over the top of the cruxy bulge. “Sweet!” I almost squealed with excitement as he placed a cam and clipped into it. But then I … Read More
Chilled to the bone, limbs leaden from physical exertion and fighting off cold, trudging down the canyon in bulky boots with pick-laden packs and helmets, we could have been mistaken for miners, or maybe construction workers. But when we rolled … Read More
I had driven so far for this moment. Well, technically I’d ridden in the back seat of my parents’ Suburban. But staring out at the perfectly peeling California waves, I could forget for a second that our car’s license plates … Read More
