I instinctively crave play-filled fitness. I became an intuitive eater long before I tapped into the notion of intuitive exercise. For some reason I was able to trust my body's "knowing" with regards to food, yet was slow on the proverbial uptake with heeding its messaging about movement. I created a workout plan. I followed said plain. Period. I'd fallen in love. I never wanted to ... Continue Reading
Meditation #wycwyc style
Recently the Tornado had a hard morning. She struggled. She was unable to lick her forearms. I was unable to help her feel better. Mid-DoodleWalk she plopped and, as she phrases it, tried to compose herself. It reminded me meditation need not be long or formal. Meditation can happen anywhere at any time. Meditation is really 3 short steps: Stop walking & ... Continue Reading
Four ways slacklining parallels my life.
I blame this post on the fact I made a not-that-funny joke about teaching Charming to slackline. Afterward, in my inimitable way, I grew obsessed with the parallels between slacklining and my life. I used to tell people--everyone. anyone who would listen.---what terrible balance I had. If you handed me a BOSU ball I'd mount, stand pridefully aloft for a fleeting few seconds----and ... Continue Reading
Taking my EGO out of the race.
When last we left me I'd finished Running for a Better Oakland. The 5k race where the child had been entirely convinced she stood a chance of winning. Propelled by her enthusiasm I agreed to speak at a ZOOMA NAPA event and, the next morning, run their half-marathon. To this misfit-mama it felt like the PERFECT way to encourage my child's nascent love of running (Im jealous! Im ... Continue Reading
Why I lift weights.
The following is a reminder. To me. Ive not lost my mojo--it's more life has conspired (neutering! volunteering!) to snag my time. The below is a nudge to myself. About voice. My voice. And how I *need* to make the time to re-find it. My Oakland gym. Much to my parents’ chagrin I’m known for telling people I was not blessed with good genetics. Intellectual ... Continue Reading
Wordless Wednesday: Mama/Tornado first 5k edition.
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I’m running a half-marathon (AKA practicing what I long to preach).
For the past few Saturday mornings the child and I have headed to Lake Merritt and met up with a group called Running for a Better Oakland (RBO for short which lends itself fantastically to the oft shouted by 8 year old types & their annoying 44 year old compatriot LETS GO RBO!!!). It's been fun. Surprisingly fun. *Still* fun when we ran in pouring rain and did mountain climbers ... Continue Reading
I don’t believe in willpower.
People frequently compliment my willpower. From friends in real life to social media companions I’m consistently on the receiving end of praise regarding my perceived restraint. Emphasis (italics and more) on perceived. Most recently I was at a dinner, placed my order (grilled salmon, brown rice, shrimp cocktail, steamed veggies and salad) and the comments began. You have so much ... Continue Reading
Yoga is headstands (video).
It's interesting (to me. here's where you're stuck should you click over to my neck of the 'net. lottsa navel gazing these days.). Lately, whenever I go into an experience expecting something (a feeling, a result, an overarching sentiment), I tend to discover an entirely different something along the way. You'd think Id learn---and head into stuffs sans-expectation---but I'm slow that ... Continue Reading
Yoga is an act of bravery.
Ive had a love/hate relationship with yoga for years. I did yoga in my 20's. Sporadically. I loved the ability to SAY I do yoga. I didn't practice yoga. I hated consistency back then. My 30's brought yoga teacher training. I "taught" ToGa (toddler yoga). I adored how our home-practice soothed my toddler Tornado when it was time for sleep. Later we did family yoga. I loved ... Continue Reading
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