I've been told a coach doesn't need to be the best herself, she needs to know what to look for in others. (Creative commons; army.mil)
I’ve been learning the fine art of triathlon coaching since January from my friends at Well-Fit Triathlon & Training center. I say “art,” because I think a person could read all the books in the world on science, fitness and health, and not know how to approach a given athlete’s needs. Continue reading
Having the doctor hand me this piece of paper in May was devastating.
Tonight, after I walked out of my podiatrist’s office with tears streaming down my face and a new doctor’s note in my bag, I realized something both liberating and terrifying: this is when the real work begins. Continue reading
Participants listen as the Fleet Feet Chicago instructors demonstrate how to put on a triathlon wetsuit.
My USAT membership card came in the mail a couple of weeks ago. But I didn’t feel like a triathlete until last weekend.
On Sunday, June 27, Fleet Feet Chicago put on a women-only triathlon seminar at Ohio Street Beach called, “Surviving the Swim.” Thankfully I survived. Continue reading
My new Twitter friend Brady (@bgervais) and I (@fmyinjury) met up to volunteer.
When I moved to Chicago in 2004 for grad school, I knew exactly zero people.
This, of course, was both before I discovered I liked running and before the micro-blog/social media sensation Twitter. Continue reading
Being a triathlete is bad-ass. I want to join those ranks. (credit: klaus, flickr.com)
On this, the morning of what I hope is my last podiatrist appointment until I have a head full of gray hair, I told my trainer: “I have a new goal… I want to do a triathlon, a sprint triathlon.”
“Your goal,” he kindly but sternly said, “should be to have two shoes.” Continue reading