01/02/2026
Sport has been propping me up lately.
Through the worry of my dog being sick all of fall, the heartbreak of losing her, and the quiet ache that followed… my sport has been there. Keeping me focused. Giving me structure. Reminding me who I am outside of fear and grief and guilt.
At 45, a sport I’ve dabbled in for 15+ years — triathlon — has been helping to hold my hand through the loss of my best friend and constant companion.
It’s made me think even more about the work I do: helping athletes not just perform, but enjoy, thrive, and stay in a healthy relationship with their sport.
Because when sport turns toxic — from burnout, pressure, culture, or a terrible experience — you don’t just lose performance. You can lose a relationship that could’ve saved you later in life when you needed it most.
So protect that bond.
From toxicity.
From others’ bu****it myths.
And from your own “I have to suffer to succeed” stories.
Let sport be your anchor. Your rescue. Your ride-or-die.
Not something you survive, but something you return to when life kicks your ass.
I’m grateful mine was still there when I needed her most 💜