This post is written by Pam Harris, a senior AI research manager and mother runner of two from outside Atlanta. “BAMR Pamr” has written numerous blog posts for our site, including one about her metamorphosis from runner to boxer [...]
Today's post is by longtime contributor BAMR Pam, who loves to push her limits in new and unique ways. Pam shares how she mustered her courage after months of hard work and crossed a different kind of finish line. [...]
What Will Your Verse Be? When I first started running nearly 15 years ago, I found it satisfied a yearning I didn’t even know I had: a desire to find and push my limits, to challenge my body and [...]
You're not bad; you're a beginner “Nick!” I yelled at the end of a frustrating boxing drill late last year, “Why am I so BAD at this??!!” My personal trainer looked me in the eye and said in a [...]
In 2009, I lived in Florida and understood running as something other people inexplicably did. Then, one day, out of the blue, my good friend and fellow teacher Blythe decided that she and I were going to start running. [...]
Boxing: A whole new world I entered the world of boxing purely for the catharsis. Beating up on things felt like the perfect outlet for the frustration and fear I experienced from thyroid surgery and its aftermath (cancer diagnosis, [...]
Thyroid surgery: The aftermath About two months ago I had thyroid surgery to remove half said thyroid, and life since then has been…interesting. The same kind of interesting you use when you can’t think of anything kind or complimentary [...]
We have a routine I feel weird about my neck. Not bad, but weird. Until recently, my neck was just the connector of head and chest, housing bits of spine, larynx, esophagus, vocal folds - and thyroid. The thyroid is [...]
Pam discovered long ago that she can have a decent time OR a decent race photo “Pick it up!” came the voice behind me. “We always run the uphills! You can walk on the downhill!” I took a [...]
Losing control... Even before the world went sideways in March, 2020 felt hard. I was burned out from continuously chasing times and distances; I had a young kid who wasn’t what you’d call a superfan of sleep; things were happening [...]
