Setting SMART Goals to work towards a Wildly Improbably Goal.

Caroline Goldberg Igra is a freelance writer, an art historian, a triathlete, and a mother. She lives in Tel Aviv, Israel, but maintains a clear footprint in her native Philadelphia. She has published numerous art historical articles, several exhibition catalogs, and a book on J.D. Kirszenbaum chosen as one of Slate Magazine's Best Books that year. Her nonfiction has been featured in several online journals, including Away Journal, Mothers Always Write, Pandemic Journal, and Another Chicago Magazine. Her first novel, Count to a Thousand, was published in 2018. Her second, From Where I Stand, was published in January 2022 by Koehler Publishing.

In her debut memoir From Couch Potato to Endurance Athlete: A Portrait of a Non-Athletic Triathlete (August 2022, Meyer & Meyer Sport), Hilary JM Topper documents her journey of becoming an endurance athlete in her 40s and beyond while also surviving daily life obstacles: operating her own small business and working 60+ hours per week, mothering two children, caregiving for aging parents, responding to deaths of family members and friends, juggling COVID-19 complications, and more.

WE RIDE UPON STICKS (Vintage, 2020), a novel about a women's varsity field hockey team, popped up on just about every search I conducted on "women's sports fiction." So, it was a must-read. I'm delighted that it lived up to the literary hype.

Interview with Beth Lehr, Franchise Manager at KickHouse York: “I've done it all: I have certifications and TRX, Barre, personal training…but kickboxing is definitely my favorite.”

Name: Paula Miller

Sports: Marathon and ice swimming, but I spent about 6 years mountain biking, 4 years rock-climbing, 11 years men's and women's ice hockey

Age: 48

Occupation: Archaeologist

Location: Lancaster, PA

Louise is a highly accomplished swimmer and teacher who is a certified US Masters Level 3 coach and Adult Instructor and American Red Cross certified WSI Water Safety Instructor.

Holly Maitland-McKenna paused at the shallow end of the Penn State Harrisburg pool to speak with one of her many visitors. She wore a rash guard over a swim suit and her chlorinated, goggle-marked eyes looked tired. At that point, she had been swimming for almost 19 hours straight, since 8 p.m. the night before.