Stories from Oceania
I'm going to stop saying IM TOO SLOW TO CALL MYSELF A RUNNER…IM NOT A REAL TRIATHLETE…NO IM JUST A SLOTH SLUG… Because this week I found myself: Moving my long run to Tuesday, because I'm doing a triathlon on Saturday instead. Like, WHO EVEN AM I ?Running 10km nonstop. Since when have I done… Continue reading I’m not a sloth slug anymore.
I wrote this in my journal two years ago and am sharing it here because I still need the reminder! I wrote it after finishing my first EnTri triathlon which was a 500m swim, 10km bike, and 3km run. Almost everything that could go wrong in my triathlon yesterday - went wrong. I had an… Continue reading What else could possibly go wrong?! Everything.
It's 2am and I'm hot. No, not as in HOT to get busy with that man who sleeps in the same bed as me. (Even though he is rather delicious.) And not HOT as in supermodel strutting down a catwalk HOT DAAAYUUM GIRL YOU ARE ON FIRE WITH YOUR SEXILICIOUS SELF hot either. I'm not… Continue reading I’m a Hot Woman of the Night.
In this week's Samoa Observer column, I get to rave a little about feminism stuff in Samoa... I have a five year old called Bella. The very last child that will ever alien-grow in my uterus, she is the supreme ruler of our universe - and woe be it unto any creature who does not… Continue reading Samoa: A Sexist Culture that Oppresses Women?
Lani Wendt Young 