Olivia Savage

What a multisport triathlon at 42 taught me about fear, courage, and why we created this event for your kids. Nobody told me I would cry at the finish line. I was 42 years old, legs burning, lungs heaving, and completely certain that I had just done something I had no business doing. And then it hit me: I had done it anyway. I want to be honest about why I signed up, and how I showed up. I registered because the idea of doing a triathlon genuinely frightened me, and I had spent enough years...

To the dads who were also moms, and the words that shape a generation. I didn't grow up with a mother in the home. What I had was my dad, a man who wrestled, sprinted, threw, blocked, coached, and competed his whole life. He was a star athlete in every sense: wrestling, track and field, football. You name it, he played it. But the most important thing he ever did for me had nothing to do with a trophy. He coached my soccer team when I was a kid. I can still see him on the sideline, this big,...

The 2012 Virgin London Marathon, two weeks before my wedding, with absolutely no business being there. I need to be upfront about something. I am a sprinter. Always have been. My body was designed for short, explosive bursts of speed followed by a very reasonable amount of sitting down. The 100 meters. The 200. Events where the whole thing is over before anyone has time to feel sorry for you. So naturally, I signed up for a marathon. A full one. All 26.2 miles of it. Through London. In April....