What defines you other than swim, bike run?     With loads of time on my hands now,  I find myself flipping this question around in my mind, like flipping a pancake of several sides:  my own identity as a triathlete, coach, mother, person, etc…  I know other athletes have been through such transitions and

Bandit’s Challenge and Kure Beach tri here in NC have reminded me what it’s like to race well  again and to embrace the suffering…  After a slow start to the season, I began having thoughts of pro card fondu for dinner.   It became a goal just to FINISH a race and not even glance

What do you call yourself?   This has been on my mind lately, as some of my athletes are experiencing some epic personal growth and changes in their attitudes.  One recently said to me,  “You know, coach, I don’t just run anymore.  I call myself a runner. Since I received news today of my Level

Two weeks ago, I hosted two tri campers here in North Carolina for a week of beatings.   We had sooo much fun and I think they both left here fitter, more motivated, but more importantly, wiser. For six days, they paid to suffer and to hear Stacey-isms in every workout.  Don’t you pity them!?

So we’re off to the races again.  Well, almost.  ; ) To put my head in the game I’ve been doing lots of reading.  It’s profound how much time there is without Ironman training!  🙂 And an article I was reading the other day caught my eye.  It’s from TRIswimcoach online, a genius of a