My plan for the Saturday after Thanksgiving was to hit the gym, thirty minutes after my homemade apple pie breakfast. Two delicious bites for old times sake and I was done with sweets until Christmas. I shouldn’t brag, but this was the best pie...
How do you do it? Sometimes I wonder myself. I work out at 6 AM three days a week. People think I’m crazy and/or stupid. I can’t help it. I like getting it out of the way. Supposedly more calories are burned if I work out on an empty stomach first thing in the...
“Ride Like A Girl” is the motto I have on my ankle id bracelet I wear when I ride on the road. Along with my name and in-case-of-emergency contact, I had space enough to choose an inspiring message. To me, road riding is a tough girl sport. I can be tough, but I also...
I’m in a hurry, a lot. I think most of society is in a hurry too. I am in good company being in a rush until I cross paths with a leisurely type, then I grow agitated. It’s always an individual, slow people are never in packs. Usually it’s someone analyzing each...
I’m hitting the gym. The sweaty, weight-lifting pool of people are on my new playground. I’ve gone to classes but it’s been eight years since I’ve lifted more than a water bottle. I don’t know what I’m doing; I just know I have to do it. My orthopedic and physical...
I miss the days when I could eat peanut M&Ms for breakfast. I miss the days when a donut was considered a good breakfast, more nutritious than M&Ms. And a bowl of Apple Jack’s was just fine before heading off to school. Back in the teen years, I could eat...
