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Four ways slacklining parallels my life.

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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

If Mama ain’t healthy–ain’t nobody healthy.

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Mama <3's Shrek Shakes. Child <3's Shrek Shakes.  The longer I’m a parent the more clearly I see the link between how I'm living and how my family is thriving. Or not thriving. The longer the moniker MAMA is attached to me the more clear the meaning becomes behind the (tweaked) quote: If mama aint healthy aint nobody healthy I'm a misfit. I'm BRAZEN non-traditional. I was ... Continue Reading

Taking my EGO out of the race.

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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

I’m running a half-marathon (AKA practicing what I long to preach).

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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

Should we blog about our kids?

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I've blogged though the Tornado's entire life. I blogged before her (2001. We didn't have a name for what we were doing.) and, while I imagine it will be called something else, I'll blog long after she's moved out of the house. My first blogging gig was paid and had nary a reference to anything familial. I was hired by a website (Muscle Journal) to post solely about my workouts.  Type. ... Continue Reading

Accidental goal achievement.

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Years ago. Many. Perhaps around twenty? I had a conversation with my then-boyfriend/now-husband: I long to be the individual people look at and wonder: Does she own a car? I always see her on her bike! Seriously. Does she own a car?! I dont even know precisely why I longed for this (remnants of college Grateful Dead loving days? a sense of wanting the freedom I surmised a bike-only ... Continue Reading

I sleep like a toddler.

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  These days it seems the most common question I receive is about sleep. I get lots of what do you eat?! or will you share your workout routine? queries---but more than anything Im asked what time I plop my misfit-self in bed, how you can become an early riser & if I get enough rest (according to that test I *do*--you?!). I completely understand. Given the time of day I ... Continue Reading

What EGGSactly does organic & cagefree mean?

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I am the Eggland’s Best brand ambassador and the below is a sponsored post. The topic, opinions, & fact I badgered the owner of my FAVE Oakland coffee shop to carry them are all my own.   Weve chatted before about how careful I am with regards to brands I'll partner with. We've dialogued at length the fact I must *already* use a product daily before I'll reach out to them ... Continue Reading

Jump rope time (*no* pinnable workout inside!).

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    Recently Ive had reminders how short life is. If we dont slow down & listen to voices asking us to PLAY & not write about PLAYouts when we're "ready" it may be too late. This post isnt about the prolific health benefits of jumping rope (sorry not sorry). It's an invitation to join the Tornado & me in JUMPING not READING about said jumpage. Lets ... Continue Reading

Jewish Girls.

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Subtitle: I cant lie. Ive been jealous. Green with envy. For a while Ive coveted what it seemed others had. I was envious of the FUN I perceived happened when my Catholic friends skipped off to CCD together. I longed for the unity I thought friends possessed as they giggled together on Monday over Sunday's happenings at church. Ive watched bloggers go on mission trips and ... Continue Reading

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