I’m a writer, and everybody told me if you’re going to be a writer you need to have a blog. And you need to blog about writing. I blogged about writing for a few months before running out of things to blog about. Big surprise that writing about writing doesn’t produce gripping posts. My nonexistent audience was bored right along with me.
I believed in this until one day I got a good look at myself after a hard day of skiing. Most days the only part of my face showing through is my nose—my very runny nose. Due to my height and lack of figure with the bulky clothing, I look like I’m twelve, and often get asked where I go to school. When I do strip a layer at the end of the day, my face is bright red, I have helmet hair, and I’m wearing some not so flattering stretchy pants.
After spending one day doing ski drills, I drove home with exhausted calves. As I braked at a light, my calve muscles shook and I couldn’t apply any pressure. I realized I was pressing the brake with only the tip of my toe. Once I pushed with my entire foot, the problem was solved. Epiphany, I ski with the toe of my foot. Continue reading “Are You Skiing in the Proper Position?”
After a particularly grueling swim in my triathlon on Saturday, I found myself with lots of time to think on the bike portion. Most of my thoughts boiled down to one, “Why?” Why am I doing this? Continue reading “Why Do We Compete in Races We Can’t Win?”