BY STELLAFLY I've been thinking about the connection between athletic pursuits and purposeful life work a lot lately. I asked a group of athletes for input on what fuels their passion ties into their greater purpose. Here, I share the compelling experience of two individuals, Russell...
BY KYLE CUTLER We are leaving the season of Strava recaps and transitioning into the season of 2024 goal-setting and resolutions. As endurance athletes, we understand setting goals. We have goal races, race day goals, and work-out goals; we can even find ways to set goals...
BY STELLAFLY Registration for the 31st annual Turkey Trot in Grand Rapids Public Schools (GRPS) is surging, and it's no surprise. This event has become a beloved Thanksgiving Day tradition that unites the community. It is a heartwarming event that brings together students, teachers, GRPS staff, and families...
It's been a while since I've last blogged and I've had an idea that I've been tossing around in my head. If I consolidated the message I could post on Facebook but then I became worried I'd miss the point. So here it is. Note...
Hot and humid summer conditions are not strangers to the Michigan triathlete but there is something quite unique about racing Ironman Muncie 70.3. Every year there is potential for unpleasant racing conditions due to the time of year it takes place. It also happens in the middle of...
Every once in a while I'm asked to tell my Stellafly story. "How did you come up with Stellafly?" Back in the 80s and fresh out of high school, I ran with a group that my parents referred to as the "Rat Pack." Picture the kids...
Last Friday, I turned 50 years old, and the week before the Big Day I was in St. Louis, Missouri — Quincy, Missouri to be exact, for a dog show. Since people always seem curious about my dog story, I thought I would share some...
There is a grief monster in our house, hiding in the closet, under the bed, in the basement, where ever there is quiet and dark and a place from which it can surprise us. I am not a super hero, or a slayer of monsters,...
Kathy Berles Duisterhof My actual house-phone rang just as I was coming downstairs one morning several weeks ago, a little after 7am. There’s no chance it can be a marketing call, I thought. It must be my father with something important and “hot off the morning...
