Everyone has a champion. Everyone can be a champion.

I sit on my bike, grinding out a full ten minutes right at my o2 threshold, jumping between the thoughts, “How did I get here!?” and “They are just legs!” (You can thank my cycle instructor for that last one, she yells it at us all-the-time.) But I know how I got here… ——————————————————————————— “I’ve…

Rejecting “Good” For “Best”

It is nearly Christmas. But even the soft white glow of tree lights and snow falling softly is not helping me settle. I am wound tight. The stress in my shoulders pounding. My nerves nearly bursting. “What are you so stressed about?” Chris asks. Out comes the flood. Last minute gifts! Christmas dinner! Balancing family!…

Through My Lens, 2013

One last look at a year full of a LOT of first for us as a family. First snowshoe trips. First time on cross-country skis. First half and full marathons. First triathlons. First all-family backpacking trips. Even the first time trying Kipper Snacks (basically sardines….) And a ton of beautiful moments in-between. Here is a…

I am Half a Dirtbag Mommy.

In case you are not well acquainted with the term “dirt bagger” or “dirt bag climber,” here it is: 1. Dirtbag Climber A glorified bum, who spends all of his/her time begging for food, drinking PBR, and climbing. They live the traveling life, taking to the road year-round in pursuit of adventure. Often in a van….

Seeing New My Normal

The sunlight turned orange this morning, behind hazy mountains, and navy blue clouds. The sky was a swirl of indecision. Lightening. The smell of rain. An unsteady breeze. The colors outside were alive. Somehow, the world I see everyday looked new again. The same black topped streets, the cracked sidewalks, cookie cutter houses all displayed…