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Love is the answer, and it came on a spin bike.

It’s no secret that I love my gym friends/family and I miss them terribly. It’s also no secret that I love to spin. I miss (my) bike #16 and I hope he knows I didn’t abandon him by choice. My heart and soul have been heavy, and my body is changing.  There is no shame in the struggle. Like so many of us, I struggle with health and financial worries. I mourn the lives lost and the families impacted by…

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Nothing good comes from staying in your comfort zone. No news flash here but I do love a good work out. I respect my body and revel in the fact that it continues to support me and carry me to be a healthier and better human. After all, I plan on needing this old body for at least another 40-45 years. (So, look out!) This morning in spin class, in the height of a long uphill push, our fearless instructor…

A challenge to all you yogi people out there.

A yogi is defined as one who performs yoga. Further explained as someone who exercises with a practice to promote control of the mind and body. I like the control part; it is the rest of yoga that kills me. Note: I have a problem with silence. Remember this post: 2 Minutes 49 Seconds? Joining a new gym presented the opportunity to try new things and expand my exercise regimen. I have enjoyed almost every new class I took with…

Recipe for a gym.

Pasta on the floor is a cornucopia of recipes and a few life lessons. My experiences afford me wonderful ‘life material’ to consider and use here on this site. I have written some tongue in cheek recipes in the past such as Recipe for a College Student’s Mom or Recipe For…(You name it). Here I go again. What is the recipe for a great gym? Cardio and coffee are my morning routine. I love them both equally and do not…

Ode to Momma Jo

We all have those people who have crossed our paths evoking a gut level  physical and mental reaction upon meeting them for the first time. Is it fear? Is it awe? Is it, “What the heck? Who is that and how did she do that?” Or is it “Oh no. I cannot do that!” That is Joanne, or Momma Jo as she is so affectionately referred to. Truth be told,  I experienced every one of those questions beginning in 2009…