Author: Amy Becker Williams

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    Reconnecting with Yoga

    “Optimist: Someone who figures that taking a step backward after taking a step forward is not a disaster, it’s a cha-cha.” –Robert Brault I’m not much of a New Year’s resolution girl, but that doesn’t stop me from setting short and long-term goals throughout the year. Back in September, Athleta’s month of yoga inspiration sparked…

  • Heart Health by Amy Becker Williams
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    Heart Health

    I began thinking about this Chi entry several weeks ago while sitting in the Cardiac Critical Care Unit in Albuquerque after my mother-in-law’s unexpected, emergency triple bypass surgery. This particular weekend I was supposed to be signing my name in the log at the top of another Colorado 14er with my sister-in-law, Tammy, a celebration…

  • Opportunity & Conservation

    I fish the waters around Durango, Colorado regularly. Those waters include one of my favorites, East Fork of Hermosa Creek. But for some reason I always pass a beautiful, narrow stretch of the upper Hermosa as I forge ahead to my regular stomping grounds further behind the ski resort and on into the canyon. This…

  • Legacy

    Mark points out a big flash of silver among the rippled waters.  “He’s a big one,” I hear him shout over the roar of the river. I’m in the canyon, downstream from Fred’s Bluff, just me against the fish. Adrenaline pulses through my body as I pull line from my reel and rhythmically cast to…

  • On Top of the World

    I froze outside room 202 peering in, checking my schedule, checking the room number.  Something wasn’t right.  The weights weren’t attached to machines, but were clanking around and being propelled by pure manpower. How could I have registered for the wrong PE class?  This wasn’t the kind of surprise I was expecting my first day…

  • Travel, Fish and Immerse
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    Travel, Fish and Immerse

    by Amy Becker Williams, Featured Athlete | Mariano Cruz sat across from me, all five-foot four of him, Roman nose, dark skin, sallow eyes. He ate a chunk of smoked duck breast, licked his fingers, took a gulp of red wine and gave us a gentle smile. My husband, Mark, and I were on the front-end of a fly-fishing trip along the spine of the Pyrenees straddling Spain and France…

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