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About the Author, "Therapy on the Run"----Jody-Lynn Reicher

About the Author

    Jody-Lynn Reicher resides in Northern Bergen County New Jersey with her husband, Norman of nearly now thirty-four years, and their two daughters.  Jody-Lynn has a background in the military (USMC), she also worked in the financial and accounting fields in  corporate environments for ten years, before becoming Licensed Massage Therapist, and ART practitioner for medical purposes. 
    She started her therapy practice nearly twenty-six years ago.  Recently, she began teaching part-time, private, self-defense lessons for teenage girls and women.  As this book goes to press, she currently is trained by Boxing trainer, Mr. Steve Bratter out of The YESS Barbell and Boxing Gym in Dumont, New Jersey.
    Jody-Lynn is a three time Badwater Ultra Finisher (2002, 2004, and 2005), and still holds the North American Women’s 24 Hour Treadmill Record, as this book goes to press she’s third in the world for that same distance event.  She has run nearly 500 events of middle distance, long distance, marathon distance (forty-one), as well as the ultra-distances (forty-one).
    In September  2008 Jody-Lynn was conferred receiving, "The Chapel of the Four Chaplains Award" for selfless service.
    In 2009, Jody-Lynn received training in competitive fighting at age forty-six. She has ground fought a total of ninety-six matches including sixteen of those matches which were against men in competition.  Jody-Lynn has also fought nineteen stand up matches.
    She’s done several speeches on life’s lessons and struggles, physiology, being a veteran, and athletics. She is the author of “The Endurance Athlete’s Guide to Nutrition” (2006), soon to be revised.  “Reaching God’s Perfection…Stories of Gratefulness” (2014), “Priceless in Changsha” (2017), “Not Exactly Don Juan…and the Liberated Woman” (2017). 
    Her upcoming titles of her next Books:  “Two Girls Talking, and God Listening In”(to be a series), “Therapy in the Fight”, “Therapy in the Race”, “How to Ruin a Pearl” (a novel), “Journey On Babe…How to Liberate a Woman”, and “Writes of Passages, Stories in Prose”.
https://www.amazon.com/Therapy-Run-Jody-Lynn-Reicher/dp/1987532813/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

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  1. Wow... You are amazing!!! And honored to call you my friend!!! xo <3

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