Upcoming Events* It's Whip-Cracking Season! Coaching my Computrainer classes at Fast Splits Multisport new location in Needham starting soon. All levels welcome!
*I am a part-owner and on the race committee for the B2VT Ride which is in June (www.B2VTride.com).
* Check out the annual Lincoln Kids Triathlon that I help organize (www.kidstri.net).
- Beating The Post-Season Blues
- Gifts of Christmas Future
- Off-Road, Off-Balance
- Reflections on the Early Days of Triathlon
- Stream of Consciousness
- Death of a Thyroid: my diagnosis and treatment for thyroid cancer
- Confessions of a Poppy Seed Addict
- Stay on the Sunnyside
- Going Nowhere Fast
- Training with Calvin K
Quoted here:Karen Smyers was named by Sports Illustrated as "The triathlete most likely to be eaten by a shark at the Sydney Olympics"
Tag Archives: humor
by Karen Smyers The IOC recently announced that it is adding marijuana to its banned list of drugs and triathlon’s governing body will follow suit. (When the IOC says jump, the ITU says “Altius?”) I find it rather ironic that their reason for adding a non-performance-enhancing drug to the banned list is that athletes must […]
by Karen Smyers Lately I have been getting a lot of practice at making the best of a situation. Last summer, I turned a severed hamstring into a good opportunity to go forth and multiply. I took advantage of the C-section that followed nine months later by getting back on my bicycle seat much earlier […]
by Karen Smyers An essential element of most triathletes’ success and longevity in the sport is their training partners. Your partner in pain can goad you into one more hill repeat like nobody else can. Think of the number of mornings you would have just hit the snooze alarm if it weren’t for the fact […]
by Karen Smyers One of my favorite phases of training and racing is The Taper. It ranks right up there with massage and carbo-loading on my list of reasons that I do triathlon. I find myself looking forward to the taper weeks and even months in advance. When I am trying to schedule a time […]
by Karen Smyers 2004 As the bun in my oven continues to “rise”, now approaching the dimensions of a hearty French boule, I find myself feeling less like an athlete and more like a sedentary housewife biding my time until a heart attack does me in.* Although I am still able to run (or waddle) […]