Spartan Race: sometimes we need to be carried

Like a dam breaking, the Spartan runners sprang across the starting line. My sister, Rachel, and I followed the crowd. After a quick stumble, I glued my eyes to the ground. Because of the many runners who had already left their footprints in the mud, the path was pockmarked with divets…perfect for a twisted ankle. As other Spartans raced past us, my sister chanted to me, “I’m so glad you came.” For you see, my sister is the Spartan sprinter and...
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My Home Fitness Journey

Over the last year, I’ve been working out from home (with the occasional workout at a CrossFit gym or my Challenge workout group in Austria). It’s been a journey that’s influenced not only my body but my mind, too. The problem: my viewpoint of myself My long-held belief was that I was not the athletic one. You want athletic? Grab my sister. She’s tall, willowy, and strong. I’m the couch potato in this sister-ship. But then, one day at Challenge...
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Barbara Accidentally Gets Strong in Austria

If you’ve sat with me for about 15 minutes recently, you’ll discover that all I want to talk about is fitness and nutrition. My GOSH. When. Did. I. Become. That. Girl? You see, I’ve never been the strong one. That’s my sister. Picture Audrey Hepburn and you have her; picture Marilyn Monroe and you have me. I’ve been the one most like to climb a tree and read. I’ve been round-ish. I’ve been curvy. But I’ve never been fit or...
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