Aching to Be Alive

  The time since mid-March has felt like a very long, dirt road with so many potholes that I’ve lost count. I know we have been doing more things and seeing people, eating on the patios, but things don’t feel the same. I’m tired of cooking, doing curbside dining, describing my car to Qdoba and…

Reimagining Being Alive

Once again, without much fanfare, we have entered a new month.  I know, I have no idea where the time has gone either. I blame it on the Covid vortex that has continually sucked the life out of everything the last few months. I see it circling and threatening to take another few months from…

Torture Report: Back in the Groove

Okay, I wouldn’t say that I am exactly where I was two years ago, but there have been sightings of braids on occasion.  For those of you unsure of my reference, let’s just say that running brings out my inner Disney character when I finally get my groove back. The end of June will mark…

#365 Being Open

  As May turned into June, we were prepared to talk about #365beingopen.  Well, it turns out that the universe wanted everyone to receive that message and not just our readers.  Many of us are working on being open in ways, that perhaps, we weren’t considering prior to this month.  Some of us are just…

Wrapping Up Discomfort

  That’s a wrap on discomfort. We now return to your previously scheduled life… Okay, so while a lot of restrictions have eased and people are starting to dip their toes in the water of real life again, life is NOT back to normal.  We definitely are not back to our previously scheduled anything.  This…

2020 Torture Report

Long time, no see, exercise enthusiasts.  G and I have decided that maybe it’s time to bring back some humor in what we used to refer to as the Torture Report.  Once upon a time, this is where we shared the drudgery, the emotional wrangling and the actual workouts we completed over the previous week….

The Basement

Discomfort.  Nobody wants to feel uncomfortable and yet it’s the only true place of growth.  Think about it.  We dread failure, the other shoe dropping, the pit;  the bottom or what I like to refer to as the basement.  However, once we land in the basement, there is a sense of freedom.  Hitting the bottom…