Category: Adventure

Women athletes or athlete models? The role of women in the outdoors.

As women participating in male-dominated athletic activities, our marginalized position is incredibly complicated. If we can do an activity as well as a man, and look hot doing it, we are told we are special. This feels good. But when the dominant culture blatantly–or even unintentionally–excludes us, doesn’t listen to us, calls us a clutz or a spaz because of something we did in a stressful moment, our feelings are hurt. We need to act–and react–with intention to make situations better for us and for other women. Then, we need to think critically about the layers of privilege and marginalization extending out in a million different directions from us.

Confession: I started mountain biking to impress my boyfriend.

Irreverent Advice #2: Sometimes, it’s okay to flirt the same way you did when you were twelve. Sometimes, it’s okay to kick a little ass in order to get the attention of the person you’ve been crushing on forever. As climbing partners, my boyfriend and I just weren’t that compatible. He loves bouldering and sport

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I CAME IN LIKE A WRECKING BALL (and somehow won another race)

A few weeks ago, one of my young climbing partners (he’s twenty-four-years-old, complete with two adorable dimples and the cockiest grin this side of the Mississippi) told me I should invite our friend Jaclyn to a bike race. Jaclyn’s early-twenties heart had recently been ripped out of her chest by a mutual friend, and I

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Start Strength Training (even if you are worried about being embarrassed)

I have a really good “uncoordinated girl eats shit during workout class” story. It’s particularly funny because I started going to strength-specific workout classes to make myself feel better about turning thirty. Causing a scene–and needing to be rescued by the instructor–definitely made me feel worse about turning thirty. But the embarrassment only lasted a

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My First 24 Hour Mountain Bike Race

I bailed on a climbing trip to compete in a 24 hour mountain bike race over Halloween weekend. My friends thought I was nuts. While they climbed–in costume–at Indian Creek, I raced solo in 25 Hours in Frog Hollow. I showed up to the race by myself, not knowing a single person there. I felt

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