I’m sure you’re surprised that I don’t do exercise classes given my obvious athletic ability. But it’s true. I will not take a pilates class, a yoga class, a boxing class, or a trampoline jumping class. Not with a goat, Not on a boat. Not if it’s free or under a tree. Not if it’s […]Read More 10 Reasons Why I Don’t Do Exercise Classes.
One visit to San Francisco changed me. I went hiking. (Yep hell hath frozen.) Eric and I went to SF for our oldest son’s college graduation. It was our first trip to the area so we started with the typical sights. First, there were these seals. (They are technically sea lions, but they said I […]Read More I’m Not a Hiker.
It’s pretty well known that I am not athletic nor do I enjoy anything remotely resembling exercise. In fact I’m about to tell you a story that not one of my friends would ever believe actually happened. I would go so far as to say that if you were to bet any one of them […]Read More If You Ever See Me Running
You know that feeling when you are so proud and happy and excited about something you waited a long time for? You just feel so good when you have the long-awaited thing. Like on top of the world, get out of my way, I’m going to bask in the joy of this moment and forget […]Read More It Was Stolen and It Was My Fault
My therapist said I’m “salvageable”. That’s an exact quote from Mike Ryan at Leading Edge Physical Therapy. Yes, after 5 weeks of therapy he proclaimed me not hopelessly broken. I was encouraged. Then I went back and they put grocery bags on my feet and told me to walk in a bubble. True story. I […]Read More Step Into the Bubble
Physical Therapy. Sounds like a good thing right? I mean it’s therapy. By definition therapy is “treatment designed to relieve or heal.” But I’m on to them now. Oh yes, I figured out their game. It’s PE in disguise. And I hated PE. This so-called therapy is all a facade to get you in the […]Read More My Legs Don’t Go That Way
Saturday volleyball tournaments mean early mornings, lots of snacks and an onslaught of flying volleyballs sure to smack you in the head when you least expect it. But this past Saturday, I was knocked off my feet not by a volleyball, but by a host of old hurts, suppressed feelings and long-standing anger. As my […]Read More I’d Rather Been Hit by a Volleyball…
It’s time I confess. I’ve been silent for too long. For the sake of other sufferers and the welfare of humanity as a whole, I am coming forward. As long as I can remember, I’ve struggled with a debilitating condition, a condition that affects my daily life and the lives of many others. It’s a […]Read More Gymophobia