If you take a look through my high school yearbook, you won’t find a picture of me in any athletic endeavor. I wasn’t one for competitive activities. In fact, I would run away from the volleyball in gym, can barely throw a ball (which people have witnessed, much to my chagrin), was one of the... Read more »
As a 5K newbie, I felt really lucky to have my coworkers join me in walking the Commitment Day event on New Year’s Day. It was extremely cold at the Minneapolis location (nearly 30 5K races happened across the country), but we bundle up and smiled as we walked the route. I think I even... Read more »
Autumn Sundays in my house growing up were filled with the sounds of John Madden, cheering crowds and whistles blowing. My dad is an unusually quiet fan — I don't remember him yelling at the TV — and multiple upsets by his team generally meant he'd throw up his hands and head outside to rake leaves.
The last time I rode a horse was in fifth or sixth grade. We’d go horseback riding near our cabin in Hayward, Wis., and I always enjoyed it — usually because my brother got the gassy horse, and, being the child I was, would suggest the horse’s flatulence was somehow my brother’s fault. Ah, kids.... Read more »