Foot, hamstring, SI joint, neck. Minor/nagging injuries to temporarily life-changing. Ground up in chronological order. I started posting my workouts on the blog as posts, which means they get sent to email subscribers every time I do (sorry about filling your inboxes). It was really convenient for me BUT while one person wrote to say…
And starts being: how. How big? How long? How do I want to live here? Because I can make it here. I have friends and things to do and sports I love and even though certain things have changed—car, CrossFit, co-workers—I am doing it. I am living here in Southern California. The temporary culture shock…
What am I training for? To be happy—I LOVE working out. I have written about it all sorts of ways but here’s one of the best reasons: failing. To be fit—I LOVE playing sports and having the endurance to play lots of games. To be competitive—I like to be GOOD at what I do. To…
Last night, I needed a friend, but I was too stubborn/proud/self-sufficient to ask for one. She came over anyway. Sharing my burden with her lightened my load more than I ever could have imagined. I thought talking to my family and friends on the phone was enough support; it wasn’t. She walked in (wearing PJs!)…
I hate videos. I hate when someone sends you something funny and you’re curious, so you have to pause Spotify or Pandora or iheartradio listening to Ryan Seacrest in the morning (don’t judge, I only started doing that when I moved to Orange County, it’s like a prerequisite for living here), and turn your sound…
Maybe I’m being over-sensitive. As a single dog-mom, I have a lot of dog guilt. This probably doesn’t bode well for actual parenting of a baby human, should that ever occur. But I read a recent post about dog-walking frequency—dog-walking frequency! who even needs to read this?—and felt judged. Judged by a writer who doesn’t…
This post has been waiting in the blog queue. I know I owe you an apology, Southern California, but I was waiting for just the right moment. Yesterday, it transpired. Remember the dude who told me “Good luck making friends”? Well. He approached me yesterday to find out how I was doing, if I was…
Last edited by Lyssa on September 22, 2012 at 7:07 pm: deracinate [dɪˈræsɪˌneɪt] vb (tr) 1. to pull up by or as if by the roots; uproot; extirpate 2. to remove, as from a natural environment [from Old French desraciner, from des- dis-1 + racine root, from Late Latin rādīcīna a little root, from Latin…
November is Get Sexy Month! A few friends and I were doing a “sober November”, where the only guidelines were to not drink, work out together, and get sexy! Despite its name, Get Sexy Month is technically over—while we called it a month, it was really only from Nov 1 – Thanksgiving (November 22). As…
It’s no secret that I am politically interested; I finally got my Colorado ID mostly so I could vote in my swing state. While I’m Libertarian and happy to talk about it, I will also exercise my right NOT to tell you who I vote for in this upcoming presidential election. Save America from Politics!…