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As I drove out of the pit and started making my way around the first curve of the track, I was both nervous and excited. Much to my surprise, the head of the school where I work had decided on some unique back-to-school preparations. Instead of the usual team bonding…

As I stress on the phone about how I have no idea what my schedule looks like for the next day and I don’t know what I’m going to do, my mom calmly cuts in and says, “Go take a nap. If it’s still a problem when you wake…

My shoulder is a common source of Ehlers-Danlos syndrome (EDS) pain. It hasn’t been the same since I had a terrible soccer injury as a teenager, before my diagnosis. Usually, my EDS pain affects the same muscles that my original injury directly affected: my trapezius…

Walking through the kitchen at my mom’s house recently, I was too busy watching her new kitten, Phineas, play to pay attention to where I was going. I was also barefoot — something that’s rare for me since developing plantar fasciitis, as it’s usually too painful to walk without…

When Daralyse Lyons isn’t doing splits or jumping out of airplanes, this former yoga teacher and eternal adrenaline junkie can be found with pen in hand furiously scribbling her latest novel. To date, she’s written more than two dozen books, a handful of short stories, and countless articles. A…

It’d been a great day, and despite my Ehlers-Danlos syndrome (EDS), I wasn’t feeling particularly sore. My brother and niece were visiting, and we’d gone to a botanical garden with a kids area. It had a splash pad, sensory garden, and other age-appropriate ways for kids to interact with…

Each morning after I wake up, I take stock of how I feel. Is my back stiff? Does it hurt? How about my shoulder? Did I sleep wrong and aggravate it? How about my plantar fasciitis? Does my hip feel stuck or out of place? While I do this…

Any morning I wake up and see a heat advisory on my phone’s weather app, I know I’m in for a fun day. Or more likely the opposite. Last week, I was smack in the middle of an East Coast heat wave, and the temperatures were miserable. A heat index…

I remember watching the ball fly past my last defender and realizing I had to choose: I could either run out from the goal, in hopes of beating the other team’s offensive player to the ball and clearing it away, or get ready for a one-on-one breakaway situation. As my…

Summer means I have a break from teaching, which is great for rejuvenating myself for the next school year. But it’s also easy for me to do too much because I have more free time. That must mean I can do more, right? Wrong. To avoid taking on too much…