Stylin’ … while exhibiting common sense with my choice of sensible shoes
My recent visit to my orthopedic surgeon resulted in a “high ankle sprain” injury diagnosis complete with a fitting for an ankle brace. Following doctor’s orders, I am rocking the ankle brace to aid in my recovery — and wow, it has made a world of difference.
When discussing next steps in my healing process, I asked the doctor the obvious question: when could I return to my “normal”, day-to-day activities (thinking primarily of flying trapeze, yoga, etc.)? Her guidance?
“Use common sense.”
Wait, do I have common sense? Where do I rank on the scale of complete Jackass-style idiot to vow of silence-style, never-do-anything-but-chant monk? Continue reading
Happy New Year! 2012, holy crap. Time flies when you’re having fun. (or when you’re sitting around, doing nothing, watching life pass you by. But I digress). Continue reading
Ah, exercise. How I love to loathe you. Now I’m not talking about the physical activities that I conveniently consider part of my new fabulous lifestyle, such as yoga. I’m talking the specific training to reach a specific goal … and the necessary conditioning that is needed to improve performance.
That part blows. Continue reading
This week I begin to pursue (yet another) new chapter in my Life After Normal: I am taking level 1 yoga teacher training! Yes, I am a triathlon(s) drop out — and couldn’t be happier about it.
- Is it the end of the road? Or just the beginning?
I hate failure. I am super competitive and when people doubt me, I love to prove them wrong. Being content with mediocrity is for wussies. (There. I feel better now that I have that off my chest.)
These sentiments are top of mind for me right now as I struggle with a personal dilemma and attempt to make a decision for which there is (probably) no right or wrong answer. However, regardless of the outcome, I am sure that I will end up being disappointed in myself.
Hey there, how’s it going? So listen, I know we’ve been through a lot together over the years: some good (thanks for the flexibility!), some bad (boo, defective sinuses and ridiculous allergies), and some ugly (hello, adolescence). There have been times that I have failed you — and also times when you failed me. But here we are, approaching the new adventures known as “middle age,” and all the joys that accompany it. Yeah, it totally blows, but we’re in it together so let’s make the best of it, ok? Continue reading