I want to be a consistent example of what's possible. In high school, contradictions leave people vulnerable to ridicule that originates from misunderstanding because we crave ways to categorize. For me, I presented an unfamiliar combination of academic and athlete, and I tried to downplay that confluence when it was (often) a social liability.

We all graduate from our familiar halls, but some people never leave behind the insecurities and fears. I've come to know that I thrive in contradictions.

For example, my latest story features LOTS of whales for National Geographic. I'm also working on stories for a regional running magazine and USA Triathlon. Science and sports both appeal to me because they provide frameworks for explaining the world.

Through sports, we can examine life beyond the box score. From mental health and race to immigration and grace.

I've played on and captained organized teams for almost my entire life, and I could write a book on the lessons I've earned and or been forced to learn. Yet the fundamental benefit of sports is a function of playtime, of diversion. Sports are not work, despite the fuel of money, and they are not war, contrary to the cliches tossed out by commentators.

Honoring that truth, you'll be happy to read that MLB players use fake names, and World Cup soccer stars share names. A soccer ball survived the Challenger explosion, and, with a bit of help, still made it to outer space. One thousand foul balls can teach us about safety, but don't expect politicians to do much -- they're out there competing too. None of them will catch DC's fastest runner, the first to clock a sub-4 mile.

And even though a runner's heart differs oh so slightly from that of a swimmer, I'm with the swimmers on this rescue mission.

Reminds me of a great poem -- with an eight-pound heart -- by Ada Limón.
 

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