I did something scary.

I did something scary.

My heart was pounding, my knees were shaking. I forgot a few lines. I kept going. I was sharing my first spoken word poetry piece in front of a group of people I didn’t know. Why? Years ago, I would attend a monthly event sponsored by the Pan African Arts Society...
Road biking, fiery swamps, monsters and badasses

Road biking, fiery swamps, monsters and badasses

I got into road biking when I had to take a break from running to heal an injury. When I first started, I was scared. I had never used clipless pedals before and the idea of having my feet attached to my bike made me nervous. In the beginning, I had to convince myself...