I like the gym. Perhaps it’s because I grew up in one, hurtling my body through the air, landing on crash mats and falling off of the balance beam. Oversized fans, spring boards and the constant haze of chalk were more familiar to me than riding my bike. It’s simply what I was exposed to….
Recently, I bought the book Life is a Verb by Patti Digh. In it are words of imagination, wisdom and wonderful exercises. A quote she wrote really affected me, and it has been at the forefront of my mind lately – with every decision, every response, every action or reaction. She wrote, “If I recall…
Dialogue of an inner self-critic… (a compilation) I’m so bloated. God, I look disgusting. How can I look like that when I work so hard! I stare in the mirror, clothes removed, seconds from entering the steaming shower. I turn to the side, let my stomach billow out to its normal shape – 6 months…
Once upon a time, I stood in a boxing ring. I wore leather gloves flecked with red. I threw jabs and overhand lefts and body shots into the soft bellies of men. I got brain surgery; I stopped boxing; I lost heaps of hair on the left side of my head. As a freshman in college,…
This morning, as I dove into a stack of buckwheat carob pancakes, drizzled lightly in agave nectar with a steaming cup of coffee, I thought about my girlfriends. I have always been someone who fosters close, intimate relationships and would take that any day over hundreds of acquaintances. I am lucky enough to have several…
fulfill – bring to completion or reality; achieve or realize (something desired, promised or predicted) Sitting in Caffe Streets today, I marvel at the expensive coffee (it’s how much for two large coffees?) and sleek, minimal interior. Alex and I have decided to work in a different part of town today, in hopes of revving…
The apartment is quiet, except for the new Adele CD emanating from the iMac. Alex is out with his mother, doing business and running errands. Cardio has been completed, the first cool moments of this Monday spent outside walking to the gym. Breakfast has been made and consumed, oatmeal topped with blueberries, sunflower butter (a…
Men are the masters of the midlife crisis. Shiny cars, bimboesque (I realize this is not a real word) arm candy, affairs, dye jobs or hair transplants, extravagant vacations, unnatural tans, bad tattooes… the list goes on. Many a wife has stood back in silence and watched as their husband disappears into what one can…
I love lists. I make them; I have always made them and can even recall, in a very pink journal I received at the age of 7 (which is buried somewhere in my closet) that I have always loved filling out my favorite cities, hobbies, pets, and family vacations with as much attention to detail…
I love Saturday morning workouts. While most people are exhausted from the week (and I am often no exception), there’s something about walking into the gym, still flooded with “New Year’s Resolution people” (who are all doing cardio, FYI) that fuels me to kick my own ass. Good music, a bottle of water, and a…
