I haven’t found any logical progression in grief. I don’t know what stage I’m in now. Is there a stage that feels like a normal walk through the living room interrupted by the staggering pain of stepping barefoot on a stray Lego? That’s the one I’m in. Small memories of…
No training today…happily trapped inside, with all my swim, bike, run mags.
Finally. The sun was out and I found just enough pavement for a chilly winter run.
Visualizing the parental conundrum of inequality in sport
Last night, I commended a pro triathlete for the work she’s doing to push forward the cause of gender equality in triathlon. Her reply has…

I’m Alex, the creator and author behind this blog. I’m a wonderer.