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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…

They have a personal trainer for that?

(Please read in its entirety) This is a type of public service announcement, seriously.  I have never shied away from talking about anything personal.  Miscarriages, breast cancer, menopause, hot flashes, infertility and other sorted topics have surfaced here giving rise to open conversations and awareness.  Humor can make things better, or at least easier to face. This one, however, takes the cake. I am talking about bladder issues, prolapsed bladder, fallen pelvic floor- whatever you want to call it. It…

To my fellow riders spinning on Christmas Eve

After a great pre-Christmas Eve class this morning, I feel compelled to share some thoughts and good tidings to the riders who will be spinning for 90 minutes on Christmas Eve morning.  Sadly, I will not be able to attend.  As an Italian woman, I have duties and responsibilities on Christmas Eve up to and including the Feast of the Seven Fish. (Note:  I managed to create a dish with all seven fish in one glorious pot.  I will share the recipe another time.)  So here are my well wishes…