Finding your inner Italian sports car

It began so uninspiringly, in the dentist’s chair. He had just adjusted a crown for me, as I’d been having some jaw pain. “I think we were just a millimeter or so off on your bite, but that’s enough to cause the pain,” he said. He joked that my then husband was built like a…

Let it go

Do not turn on your heel and run. I PROMISE you this post has nothing to do with the “Frozen” song. I would not do that to you, peeps. Especially after too many of us having to sit through umpteen versions of this song in school talent shows. Is it really wise to allow eight…

Vroom vroom

I am not supposed to admit this. It will only lead to disapproving stares, however thinly veiled, at my local grocery or on the school sporting fields. I enjoy an admiring male stare, the rev of an engine as it passes by, an appreciative sideways glance. In my conservative town, an admission such as this…

Can I begin at the end?

I was trying very hard not to curse anywhere but in my head. Which was probably a good thing because I don’t think they take well to loudly screamed f*&$*s at my local exercise facility. And quite frankly, given that I am doing pushups on a board, I’m not sure I have the lung capacity…

Bring it

I am in Costa Rica, on vacation with my sons. I am mid-hike, halfway up an elevation of a thankfully unknown number of feet. I am standing on the one bit of rock I can balance upon without slipping, while water rushes at and around me. There are six waterfalls behind me, four ahead of…

Caution: Children at play. Exercise at your own risk.

Exercising after having children is like trying to meditate in the middle of Times Square. It’s loud, chaotic and you’re not quite sure what the crazy peanut gallery is going to come up with next. Case in point: today, I decided to exercise at home due to schedule constraints. I should really know better. Really….