in the Huffington Post, May 19, 2017
The night before the 2015 D.C. Rock ‘n’ Roll Half Marathon, my first half marathon ever, I was sitting at the bar drinking a glass of Chianti at Carmine's Italian Restaurant in Penn Quarter waiting for my friend to join me for a spaghetti dinner. My friend wasn’t planning to run the race but she’s a seasoned competitor. The restaurant was full of out-of-towners carb loading before the race.
I caught my friend’s eye as she walked into the restaurant but before I had a chance to say hello, she slid my wineglass across the bar.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
It seemed obvious.
“I’m drinking Chianti,” I said, as I pointed to my glass. Continue reading...Read More
in the Huffington Post, May 12, 2017
“We’re going for control.”
We were about to begin our first circuit at our session early Wednesday morning, and my Equinox trainer Zach Schumaker wanted me to know the plan.
Is he in my head?
Lately the plan’s been to get to failure, which in exercise is a good thing even if failure is not exactly the destination in the journey of life. Continue reading...Read More
in the Huffington Post, April 10, 2017
I’m ready for a vacation.
You, too, right?
When my children were young I used to say vacations were too much work. It was easier to stay home. After researching and booking reservations and transportation and scoping out entertainment for everyone, packing my bags and my children’s bags, making arrangements for the dog, coordinating coverage with colleagues at work, paying top dollar for the sunscreen I forgot…really? A vacation?
And now that my children are grown and I’m three years into a healthy lifestyle that includes weekly meal prep and daily exercise, whenever I start to think about and plan a vacation, I’m stressing over how complicated it will be to take my fitness and clean eating regimen with me. Continue reading...Read More
in Thrive Global, March 13, 2017
I was at mile 10 of my 10th half marathon, the D.C. Rock ’n’ Roll Half Marathon on Saturday, which was also the third anniversary of my first-ever half marathon, when my 59-year-old brain went to the place it always goes when I feel like I’m done.
This is different from hitting the wall, or bonking, which is what happens when your body runs out of glycogen, or carbohydrate stores, your body’s main source of energy, and you become hopelessly, tragically fatigued.
I didn’t bonk. Continue reading...Read More