A few days ago, I read a story about a 28-year-old professional golfer who called a penalty on himself during a tournament.

I’ve been a Braves fan since I was a kid. I try to watch their games on TV as often as I can, but I rarely make it down to the stadium nowadays.

There’s something wonderfully humbling about realizing, moments before the starting line, that the race you trained for is not actually the race you’re about to run.

I’ll admit that this is a little nit-picky, but have you ever been watching a movie, TV show, or even a commercial, and an actor is supposed to be doing something you actually know how to do… and they’re doing a terrible job?

What did you want to be when you “grow up”?

This week, I’ve been enjoying a few days of Spring Break at the lake.

I learned something this week that feels both deeply important and completely unnecessary: most alarm clock snooze buttons are set to last about 9 minutes.

Every year around this time, right when the pollen is painting our cars yellow and we’re all trying to remember where we put last year’s Easter decorations...

As many of you already know, this past weekend I did something I had never done before: I ran a half marathon.