Saturday, June 4th was intended to be the day that I rode my bike 100 miles alongside a few of my friends at the Tour de Cure Twin Cities. I’d trained for 16 weeks and then, when I was out walking my dog as I explained in my last blog; I fell and broke my ankle. No bike ride for me on June 4th, not with my leg in the air boot.
How to realize you do belong in the endurance community
The first thing I want to say this week is a big huge THANK YOU for the many positive comments on Facebook and here on this blog for the post I did last week about being a one breasted bionic endurance athlete. It took a lot of courage for me to write about the body … Read more