My posts are sporadic. I never know quite what I’ll write till I begin to type. It’s what’s on my mind & what I want to share. When I force a subject it’s apparent & I trash it. Similar to when you do with anything in life because you think it’s what you should do or need to do. Continue reading
Trophies, they go to those who compete in an event except most of us wouldn’t have an opportunity to have success without the support from others. Continue reading
I see healthy as the size of your life not the size of your pants. Continue reading
This morning I met with a group of ladies to embark on a monthly ritual of stadiums known as the “Sunday Stairdown”. Mother Nature decided to add a little zest to our morning by dumping a steady chilled rain. Continue reading
It’s been an interesting few weeks. I struggle to sit long enough to relay the bundle of thoughts circulating in my head. With my mind in constant swirl of discoveries it’s been challenging to focus yet the distractions are inviting. Continue reading
I have my views on NYE resolutions. None the less new gym members will be arriving in the masses come January. I’ve seen some light hearted pokes made at the soon to come newbies & it doesn’t settle well with me. Continue reading
For years I exercised by myself & for reasons that were downright ill: 1. my view on workout partners 2. I didn’t think I had anybody to workout with.
I remember my husband asking me if I want to train together but it didn’t appeal to me. I thought a partner would slow me down (false). I didn’t want to duplicate a man’s workout (delusional). I knew how to workout I didn’t need him to give me constructive lifting tips (ego fail). Continue reading
It’s been 10 weeks since I competed… Where’s the post comp blues?
(Deep breath) I am going to share. Most women & men competitors have been vulnerable to the haunting monster “post comp blues”. What is it? To put it bluntly after the dust settles of competing you’re side swiped with sudden amnesia to any health/fitness knowledge you once had & you seem to no longer know how to control your own body. As the physique’s deep lines fade the mind fills with negativity. It’s a gritty rough place. Continue reading