Any woman over the age of 30 will tell you that things start to change after hitting the big 3-0. I mean, there are lots of fabulous shifts that occur in the 30s. A more developed sense of self. The ability to say “no,” without guilt, to unappealing invitations and requests. The ability to shove off things that probably would have caused panic and chaos had they happened…
My journey into the self-help aisles of bookstores began several years ago in a sincere effort to better understand myself and correct tendencies to self-sabotage and become a gigantic ball of neurotic anxiousness in a few areas of my life. I’ve read books that were utter bullshit and I’ve read others that prompted massive, positive leaps forward. I’ve learned to meditate. I’ve connected with my inner child. I’ve…
The internet is full of cringy hashtags right now. I get it. They’re trendy, they are useful for spreading your message and building your audience. But many of them are also annoying as #youknowhat. #blessed, #thestruggleisreal, #onfleek, #nofilter, #dreamteam Some of the most annoying are fitness-related hashtags, such as #doyouevenliftbro, #quadsquad, #cleaneating, #fitspo, #nodaysoff But the worst of the worst, the granddaddy of the cringe-worthy hashtags has got to be… #myhusbandisbetterthanyours…
I woke up today in a shitty mood. The last few days, my neck has been killing me, especially first thing in the morning. Because of the surgery to remove stage 1 melanoma from my arm yesterday (that deserves a post of its own — I’ll get to it), I couldn’t train or ride (not that the neck situation would have permitted much in the way of working…
Three weeks ago, I rented a short-term apartment in St. Pete to stay in until I resume travel in May (be sure to follow my travel blog, The Highway and I, if you don’t already). The day I moved in, the landlord, Charles, told me about the man in the apartment next to me, with whom I would share a hallway. He described my neighbor as Ron, an…