I joined a swim team in third grade, the Schofield Barracks Sharks, while my dad was stationed in Hawaii. I most often swam freestyle quite successfully at all my swim meets, with the exception that I refused to dive off the platform. I would either jump or belly flop into the pool, regain my form and then swim to victory, despite my rather peculiar and ineffective start. My non-existent diving skill was certainly not due to lack of effort on my coach's part as he would even keep me…

     Since Colorado Springs has finally warmed up enough for my liking, I am bravely abandoning my trusty treadmill this week and venturing outside to prepare for the Triple Crown of Running races.  Of course, I use the term "races" very loosely since my general goal is to keep a pace that doesn't make me breathe too hard or sweat too much.  In essence, I am too comfortable to be accurately "racing," but it sounds good anyhow to non-running strangers that don't know the difference. Of…

On the eve of another Mother's Day weekend, I look forward to the inevitable tokens my kids will bestow upon me -- usually comprised of mysterious clay sculptures, fresh picked dandelions, handmade cards and priceless hugs that make the day truly special. We will likely engage in some type of outdoor activity, and if I'm feeling up to it, I may even squeeze in a Mother's Day…

     What an incredible week it has been, being named to the Triple Crown Running Team! I find it particularly exciting since I haven’t been honored with a crown since I was named Miss Teen Osan Air Force Base in 1988.  While I’m still anxiously awaiting my official Triple Crown tiara, I decided I might as well make a decent attempt to get back into shape so I can actually complete these crazy runs that come with the title.  Plus, I don’t want to appear too slovenly in the upcoming team…