At the end of practice the other night I asked the swimmers what they thought about our new dryland workout. Instantly the 8th grade boy who is always lobbying for me to make things easier blurted out: “I liked it! A lot!” I looked at him sideways, “Did you like it because
Many months ago I received a request for an interview, and I wish I had listened to my gut. My gut said, this magazine is not very professional. But being the sort of person who roots for the underdog, I brushed my gut aside and spent several hours composing answers
I frequently wonder if I am “the swimmer-cyclist lady with the funny arm” to students. What, if anything, are they actually remembering from the stories I tell? It’s obvious when I am speaking that I have their attention and definitely I know what I am trying to impart. But what’s the take-home message they are actually
One of my dear friends invited me to Seattle to speak to a girls-empowerment event called “Because You’re Amazing.” I said, friend, you ARE amazing, and I would love to come visit. To which Susan said something like, well, you are amazing. I’ll spare readers the rest of the gushy love-fest.