Excuse Me: I’m Streaking Here

I’ve googled A WHOLE LOT of things this year, from presidential lines of succession to alpha-dog behaviors to whether a human and bear can ever truly be friends (spoiler alert: they can’t.) But the thing I’ve surely asked the internet most often this year is a telling sign of my often-wavering commitment to fitness: “ShouldContinue reading “Excuse Me: I’m Streaking Here”

Streaking in a Winter Wonderland

As the excruciatingly painful Frozen “short” being forced upon innocent movie-goers before Pixar’s lovely feature film Coco tells us, it’s the time of year for traditions. Whether your family’s traditions involve eating fruitcake or baking cookies or pounding tallboys at the Hanson brothers’ Christmas concert, this season unfortunately goes hand-in-hand with another holiday tradition IContinue reading “Streaking in a Winter Wonderland”

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”