I no longer purchase a card for my mom on Mother’s Day. Several years ago I found the perfect one of a little girl in pigtails sticking her tongue out. The text read “Weirdness is genetic. Happy Mother’s Day.” I can’t top that one. So I gave up trying. Oh yes. Weirdness is genetic. So is stubbornness and sarcasm. My mother can say more with a well placed “whatever” than most can do in a master’s thesis. (Your mom too? Co-winky-dink.) But here is what I know for sure — my mom loves to see me happy. And sometimes what makes me happy is, well, weird to other people, including her. That’s when I can remind her that weirdness is genetic. And allowing me to create my own life which is full of quirks and challenges and triumphs and a fair number of hairpin turns is one of the greatest gifts she could ever give me. Well that, and cake.
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A sportswriter turned triathlete and distance runner, Amy Moritz became an adult-onset athlete in her 30s. While in love with the sport and all it brought her, she was nagged by a lingering question: Was she really an athlete? Through this memoir, Amy describes her own journey to defining herself as an athlete and explores why it can be so challenging for women, of all abilities, to do the same. You can buy the book (paperback or Kindle versions) on Amazon.
I'm Amy Moritz -- a sportswriter who fell into being an endurance athlete. Originally a way to get and stay healthy, I've found running (and cycling and swimming) the way in which I make sense of the world. It's helped me discover people and places both in my native 716 (a.k.a. Western New York) and around the world. Follow along with my journey and share your own. Because we all have the ability to create our own story.
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