My name is Amy Reinink. I'm an award-winning journalist who specializes in storytelling, with areas of focus including profiles; health and fitness; travel and the ...
by amyreinink | March 19, 2013 · 8:14 am ↓ Jump to Comments The scare: Progress six weeks after olecranon surgery Last Tuesday, at my most recent doctor appointment, I got cleared to ski. Naturally, I headed up to Whitetail at my first opportunity on Thursday night. The late-season sn...
The lifeguard who offered to loan me his goggles after I angrily threw mine on the pool deck upon realizing my arm didn’t work quite yet on my first day back in the pool after elbow surgery; and the fact that this lifeguard has applauded my progress every day in the pool since then, s...
My first swim last week was pretty demoralizing. I discovered that I can’t manage a single pull with my injured left arm yet—not in terms of strength, not in terms of mobility, not in terms of anything. So I tossed (OK, angrily threw) my goggles onto the pool deck and spent the next h...
Enough fun that I am seriously sad that I’ll be missing out on even more fun up there over the next few weeks while we’re in Europe. (Though, as my mom pointed out: Not so sad that we’re not going on the trip. Let’s not get crazy here.)
I was among a couple dozen ski patrollers to show up to the first 2012 OEC class last April with the goal of becoming an instructor. I figured it would be impossible to achieve this year, given my constant back-and-forth between D.C. and Virginia Beach, and given the various family em...
It was the last class of the season, so the instructor worked on restorative yoga, a passive, relaxing form of the practice. We worked on joint mobility in our hips, eased tightness out of our hamstrings and self-massaged with tennis balls. I tried to keep my mind blank and my focus c...
It’s race-day eve for the Surf-n-Santa 10-Miler , and all forecasts suggest that race day will dawn warm and humid, with a chance of rain—everyone’s favorite weather for distance running in December! (Shudder). I probably won’t feel this way tomorrow if the forecast holds, but at this...
Sometimes, viewing a race as victory lap means treating race day as a celebration of several weeks of disciplined training in which I’ve pushed my mind and body to their absolute limits. But just as often, it means celebrating the fact that I kept running through difficult circumstanc...
