TPA >>> BDR: Days Three and Four

Day three. Holy SH*T. I am not a driver. What I mean is: I don't drive a lot unless I have to. For the past five years I rode my bike to work. My little 8-year-old Honda Civic has just 63,000 miles on it. Sitting in traffic is my personal hell. You get it. So, …

TPA >>> BDR: Day Two

I'm feeling a bit like a gypsy, driving from city to city in a car packed to the gills with all my most precious items like my bike trainer, bike helmets, bike shoes, bike bibs—oh, and the boyfriend jeans I wear every single day. I haven't shaved in a couple days because I can't remember which …

“There Are Coffee Shops Everywhere” and other Metaphors For Leaving A Place You Love and Being OK With It

Ali and I had coffee again. This Ali. The one who dropped all that amazing universe talk on me last weekend. (See below.) << Follow me on Twitter for more stories just like these. >> We chatted about work and school and fitness and figuring out how to create lives we can be proud of. …