I don’t know about you, but my relationship with exercise has always been a little rocky. I think I’ve mentioned it before, but I grew up as a gymnast, and then did competitive and high school cheerleading after that. I was an active little girl! As a nine and ten-year-old, I had four, four-hour long practices a week. That’s 16 hours a week of highly active practice! It never felt like exercise, because I was just practicing being a better athlete, and even though we had conditioning, I knew it was to make me a better. (more…)
When you were in Jr. High or High School and your English teacher gave you a sheet to track the amount of pages you had to read that term, did you moan? Or did you look at the number of pages required and think, “Oh, I could probably double that number!”? (more…)
Scrambling Through Life
Do you ever feel like you are scrambling through life? That no matter what obstacle you complete or finish line you cross, you are never really settled? I know I am, and to quote Winston Churchill, “Life is one damn thing after another.” (more…)
On May 1st, I switched my mom’s calendar for her and was taken back for a moment; on my birthday, she has written Josee “25”. 25. A quarter of a century. Half-way to thirty. Or as my grandpa so graciously put it, 1/4th of the way dead. (more…)
Even though I’m only four feet eleven and 1/2 an inch (well, 3/4’s of an inch on a good day) tall, I did actually experience growing pains growing up. The leg aches. Oh the leg aches. I remember crying to my dad one night because I couldn’t fall asleep because both of my legs just ached. And I didn’t know why. He tried explaining to me what growing pains were. He said that even though they were uncomfortable, they were necessary to grow big and strong.