I’ve been waging a mental argument with myself all week. Should I write about my strained back, or not? I’ve other things I could muse about in less than 1,000 words: the glorious time I’ve had with family (there’s been a wedding); the fun of taking care of an eight and 10 year old for … Continue reading Ack, my aching back!
I surprised myself this summer. I discovered I can still do 10 push-ups (from the knees). I can plank and count up to 12 without collapsing. I can execute 15 triceps dips and as many torso twists without losing my breath. I-can-do-it. But do I want to? No, not so much. And therein lies the … Continue reading Learning to think like an athlete
I’ve nicknamed her Tigger. She’s my Zumba instructor for an hour every Tuesday evening and, like A.A. Milne’s orange-striped character, she knows how to bounce. She also happens to style her hair in a most definite orange hue. But it’s her bounciness that sprung the nickname for me. When I told her, she laughed, admitting … Continue reading Bouncing for the sheer pleasure of it