You went to the gym yesterday for the first time in a long time, admit it. You did.
Someone is so glad to be back to work.
Silence except for me catching my breath for the first time in fourteen minutes and 39 seconds.
If there are any teenage boys reading this, they are about to go down one giant YouTube rabbit hole.
Yesterday when I was looking back through my archives for the post I wrote about September, I realized oh, bleeeeeggggghhh. Last year at this time I was right in the middle of training for that marathon. I can’t even type that word without wincing. In …
Ever since fracturing my foot during the NYC marathon last November, I’ve had nothing but difficulty establishing a consistent workout schedule.
Jon and I have been members of a local gym since I was pregnant with Leta, and last week before I headed in to burn 40 minutes on the treadmill I asked one of the managers about personal training. Why? Because all I know how to do is cardio and a few biceps curls, and [...]