As I sit in on the plane back to Vermont, I take a momentand reflect upon the last not even 48 hours. As race weekends are always a blurof old friends, new friends, small chitchat, race day stress, the agony of defeat coupled with the glory of victory. For truly......
It’s the night before I fly to Texas, last bit of work is done, bags are packed, now the only thing is a good nights sleep before the real fun begins tomorrow, Travel Day. I just hope my travels are better than my friend Carrie’s who seems never to be......
Days away, its time to move the clothing from one suitcase to another. It was only a few days ago I got back from the holidays and my impromptu visit to Maryland. My bag is still packed, yet I find myself now pulling clothes out and packing them into another......
It’s just about that time again, time to race. It’s time to toe the line, step up to the plate and do what I train to do. Yes, the next race is looming this time in Texas, the pressure and nerves of a month ago have dissipated. I am in......
As I am back here in my room in Vermont much of the weekend feels like I stepped into the wardrobe. I stepped into another land and time for a few minutes. I was guided into this land by Katy McCabe ushering me into a foreign territory, expanding my horizons.......