I recently spoke to my dad about what I should blog about. As you’ve probably noticed, the frequency of my posts is sporadic at best, mostly because I don’t believe you all would be interested in the things I have to say. He suggested I write about my runs, what …
Either this wallpaper goes, or I do. - Oscar Wilde #30DaysofYoga, Day 16. I’ve made it past the halfway mark. Okay, so I’ve only been to thirteen classes in those sixteen days, which isn’t technically halfway to my goal of going every day for thirty days, but it’s much farther …
In which I talk about attending my first Yin class, grinding my teeth, and crying during “Across the Universe.”
I’ve never really been a buddy type of person when it comes to exercise. As an adult, physical activity was something I did out of necessity rather than recreation, unless I was swimming/rowing/biking at the cabin. Sure, I’d go on the odd hike or bike ride through Pacific Spirit Park, …
I feel guilty. I should have gone for a run instead of eating that bowl of ice cream. I mean, I could still go for that run, and I think I might, but the ice cream was still a bad idea.* Bad food choices have been the name of the …
Have you ever tried to put yourself in somebody else’s shoes? Really tried to understand what motivates people to do what they do or say what they say? This is something that my wise and amazing best friend is really good at, and in the last few weeks since we …
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