I am not good at taking risks. Fact. I do not like to fly by the seat of my pants. In fact, I like to be rather grounded in my pants. The riskiest I am getting in that context is wearing bright pink spandex pants – which I am by the way, right now, while writing this post because I decided their audacity would naturally filter into my writing. Watch out world. Shit is about to go down. Continue reading
The FRCF crew plus me at Girls Gone Rx!
I wish that question mark didn’t have to be a part of the title. That statement though, I hate to say, is still very much a question. I have the luxury to be surrounded by strong women, and I often take it for granted that said scenario is not the norm. I went from being a collegiate rower to working in a gym to being a crossfitter. Quads, traps, biceps – these things are the equivalent to small waists, skinny thighs, and tiny arms in my world, but my world is by no means the world. It’s funny, in that totally not funny, totally sucky sort of way, how we as a nation can on the one hand be battling an obesity epidemic and on the other be battling a skinny girl epidemic. Where is strength amidst all this craziness? Continue reading
Photography skills compliments of Steve Hegarty!
Doubt and humility are too often confounded in life – or perhaps only within my own life. But truly, where is the line drawn? Where does one’s respect for the work to be done switch to one’s doubt for the sheer possibility that the work can be done? Where do grace and poise degrade to fear and cowardice? Continue reading