I recently recategorized nearly every single post on my blog… there are a lot – and some oldies, but goodies! Here are some of my favorites from the past six years. 

white space

As a former newspaper reporter with some Quark experience, I’m a bit of a white space softy. Every single paste-up morning, my colleagues and I debated the amount of front page white space. Some preferred black text crammed to every corner, as many stories possible per column inch. A few of us always pushed the white space limit, comfortable with creating more, embracing more… allowing each story’s words to breathe, be noticed. READ MORE… 

balance

Balance can be a tricky thing. In yoga, lose sight of your drishti and a wobble can sneak into tree pose. In cycling, lose your balance, and bam!, road rash (ask Nick, he crashed last Sunday going 30mph… serious road rash aside, he’s ok, thank goodness). And, in life… well, is there any balance? READ MORE…

powering through long runs

During my long run last week – one of the best times to clear my head – I got to thinking… what gets me through these 19- and 21-milers? What makes the 00:00:00 on my Garmin ok when there’s three hours of pavement pounding ahead? What will get me through my 2.5-hour run on Saturday, the last long run before race day? READ MORE…

the bullsh*t voice

Following a team meeting earlier this week, our CMO told the guys she wanted to talk to just the ladies. The guys (jokingly) grumbled a bit as they left the room, and we were all ears – because who doesn’t love a little girl talk, even at work?! READ MORE…

chasing time + remembering to play

The days are long, but the years are short. I never realized just how true that statement was until this past year. I swear I blinked, and we were ringing in another new year. Most days crawled at a snail’s pace – and were often measured in it’s-only-11a?!-can-I-eat-lunch-yet?! – but the year… damn… where did it go?! READ MORE…

the extra mile

Clearly, here in the wintry Wisconsin north woods, it’s (literally) not crowded. Just me and the meditative crunch of my footfalls in the snow… the sound of my breath. Does running get any better? (Wait… don’t answer that.) READ MORE… 

resilient beyond measure

During the final savasana of 75-minute C2 vinyasa yoga class this past weekend, my fave instructor said something that resonated: You are resilient beyond measure. The 100 consecutive days I’ve been down dogging, chatarungaring and hot yogaing has taught me that, and, well, it has taught me a LOT. READ MORE…