Show Us YOUR 9!

We caught our head of social media earlier today sneaking around with a box of gift cards — and now we’re happy we can finally announce what she’s been up to!

We are firm believers that a great outfit should make you feel amazing…

Looking good in it? That’s a given: we know  you do! That’s why WE WANT YOU!

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Have a photo of you and your trusty Audience dress in action? Amelia Dress chase away your Monday blues? Did the Swift Tank made you extra fast at the T9k? Knock out your first century ride with the help of a T9 jersey? Is your T9k finisher necklace your daily motivator?

Whatever it may be, we want to see it!

To show us your T9:

– Post your photo on Twitter or Instagram
(Please note, if your account is private, we will not be able to see your picture!)
– Tag your photo #myT9
– Tell us what T9 item you are rockin’
– BOOM: just like that, you’ve entered to WIN a T9 gift certificate!

Between now and the 31st, we will be taking #myT9 submissions. On November 9th, we will announce the winner(s) for the month of October.

UPDATE 10.28.13: We will now be checking Facebook and Pinterest as well as Twitter and Instagram, from now through November 8th!

So what are you waiting for? SHOW US YOUR T9!


Just Leap: Staying Active Through Pregnancy

I knew it instinctively. There were subtle signs: an increased sense of smell and the way I needed to catch my breath earlier and more often when running, biking, or simply climbing up stairs.

I was pregnant.


That weekend we went camping in Fruita, CO for a mountain biking trip and it was there—before ever taking any kind of pregnancy test for confirmation—I experienced for the first time a complicated set of emotions around being active during pregnancy that I would be (and still am) navigating for the next nine months.

Along with the excitement and fear (terror, really) of bringing a new human into the world, there was a deep desire to hold onto my independence and claim that pregnancy wouldn’t change my activity level too much.

And then there was an acute sense of protectiveness that seemed to contradict that desire for independence.

What was too much? When could I push? When should I pull back? What was truly safe? How would I know if I was pushing too much? How would my activities effect this growing and vulnerable being?



Move It: Summit Sisters

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Representing T9, logo and all, on the summit.

For the third year in a row, a group of Portland T9ers, dubbed the “Summit Sisters,” took on their annual climb of Mount St. Helens this last Tuesday. A favorite tradition, this year twelve gals made the trek.



Said Portland manager Ginny:
“The Summit Sisters have been training for this all summer long by climbing local mountains in the Columbia River Gorge and hoofing it up to high points on Mt. Hood. (AND most of the gals are getting extra support in new sports bras! Awesome!)  Mount St. Helens is NOT a technical climb… it’s more of a really hard hike/scramble.  Wendy (Boise retail) and Katy (home office by way of Edina retail) had the joy of doing it last year with us, so they can tell you all about it!  We are so excited our summit day is finally here!

Huge thanks to T9ers Istari and Sarah, who are held down the fort at the Portland store while the Summit Sisters chalked up another great climb.

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Do you have an annual trek you look forward to? Would you join the 2014 Summit Sisters?


Just Leap: Finding a Sense of Grounding on the Road

I caught the travel bug early. Looking back, there are a number of circumstances that helped shape my love of travel.

The first, and probably most important were my parents. Both teachers, they had the summers off with plenty of time to explore. Add in their interest in historical sites with a lot of relatives living in various parts of the country, and we had a myriad of options for places to go.

grounding1Living on teachers’ salaries, road trips were our chosen mode of transportation. I still remember my sister and I exploring our brand new Dodge station wagon the summer we set out for California (from Maryland). It had secret compartments in the very back and we spent hours playing back there as the miles swept under us. (This was, of course, in the era when laying down in the very backs of station wagons was acceptable.)

We’d come home from our summer trips tanned, salty and happily tired, ready for the school year to begin. I loved sharing our stories with my friends those first days back, showing off the rocks I’d collected or the scars I’d acquired. But I didn’t think too far beyond the tangibles as I quickly got caught up in the current assignments and experiences of the new school year.

Each school year seemed to serve as an anchor for us, allowing us to set aside daily worries and responsibilities a few weeks each summer and let go and surrender ourselves to the experience.
As I got older, graduated from college, and set out in the world, summer road trips faded into memories, yet the urge to travel and explore was never far from my consciousness.