Ho-Ho-How to Avoid Santa’s Belly

Growing up, I never thought I had a sweet tooth. Sure, I liked Klondike bars with the rest of the 80s kids (and I guess I’ve already revealed my propensity for cereal) but set me free in a candy shop and I’d usually gravitate not toward the jelly beans but to the single bag of saltContinue reading “Ho-Ho-How to Avoid Santa’s Belly”

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Santa Claus Is Running to Town

Some people are hard to buy gifts for — the girl who has everything, monks who forgo all possessions, my dad — but don’t worry: runners aren’t one of them. Whether we’re spending 15 miles a week hitting the pavement or 150, us runners tend to go through apparel at a rapid clip, and there’sContinue reading “Santa Claus Is Running to Town”

All I Want for Christmas is Food

Certain things happen once a year like clockwork – New Years, tax season, another Peter Jackson installment of The Never Ending Hobbit – plus the one annual tradition flooding the internet as we speak: holiday eating blog posts. From Facebook to HuffPost to probably Pinterest (which I was recently disappointed to learn isn’t an onlineContinue reading “All I Want for Christmas is Food”

Rule Breaker

I tend to think of rules as falling into two distinct categories: the unbreakable vow variety of Severus-Narcissa fame and the bendable, grey-area ones that are more like suggestions than hard and fast canon. Deciding which rules are breakable and which have some flexibility is a very individual choice, but for me, the line fallsContinue reading “Rule Breaker”

Naked Ambition

I’ve made a lot of questionable wardrobe choices since launching my running career, from cat ears to tutus to goldendoodle handbags. But there’s at least one growing workout trend I’ve yet to try: Streaking.   “And it’s going to stay that way, young lady!” I hear my father saying now as he replaces the flatteringContinue reading “Naked Ambition”