Every September, without fail, somebody on my coaching roster sends me the same text: “The kids are back in school and I have forty minutes to myself. What do I buy?” For years I gave complicated answers. Last fall my team counted how many of our clients ended up sticking with equipment they bought in September, and one category beat everything else combined by a margin that embarrassed me. It was not a smart treadmill. It was not a fancy recovery gun. It was a pull-up bar. Not because hanging is magical, but because a bar in a doorway you…
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September almost ended my track career before it started. I was twenty, two weeks into fall heptathlon training, and I couldn’t finish a set of 400-meter repeats without stopping mid-lap, eyes streaming, sneezing so hard my teammates started timing the fits like they were part of the workout. My spike bag carried more tissues than energy gels. My coach kept telling me to “run through it,” and I did — straight into the worst month of my athletic life. What nobody told me then, and what I’ve spent two decades coaching clients through since, is that ragweed season is a…
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There is a moment every late August when I catch myself checking the long-range forecast for mountain ranges I will not stand on for another six weeks. My husband finds it endearing. My coaching clients find it excessive. The team I train with has simply stopped asking why I am squinting at October precipitation charts before Labor Day. Here is the thing, though: the best trail season of the year is not won in September. It is won right now, in these last quiet weeks of summer, while everybody else is still at the lake. Fall is the open secret…
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Last Tuesday at seven in the evening, I laced up for my usual neighborhood loop and made it exactly four blocks before I noticed the streetlights flickering on above me. Two months ago, that same run happened under a sky so bright I wore sunglasses. Now I was squinting at cracked sidewalks and dodging shadows I couldn’t quite judge. My training partner laughed when I grumbled about it, but my coaching brain was already doing the math: we are entering the six-week stretch where daylight disappears at roughly two minutes per day, and most people don’t adapt until their routine…
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Every August, something happens that most athletes completely sleep on. The farmers markets explode. Not the modest stalls of June or the picked-over tables of October — I mean the real, bursting-at-the-seams, can’t-carry-it-all harvest that makes produce managers nervous about shelf space. Tomatoes so ripe they barely hold their shape. Peaches that drip down your forearm. Corn, zucchini, bell peppers, berries, basil, eggplant — all hitting peak nutrition at the exact moment your training cycle needs it most. I spent years treating food as fuel without thinking about when that fuel was at its best. Protein powder, electrolyte mix, the…