Category: gym life
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The Most Important Fabric of My Gym Life Is Made of Yarn
If you struggle with faithfulness to your own health and fitness, I’d recommend you find your own Connie. Or join our happy team. We’ve got enough yarn.
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This is more disturbing than stepping in gum
I’ll give you a clue. It involves bare skin. You can call me “Sweet Cheeks.” Or “Sticky Buns.” But don’t hold my past against me. Even if it is recent. And memorable. My Tuesday at the gym started like any other. I hit the pool for some warm-up laps. Took a shower. Quickly changed into […]
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Make them want what you have
Whether I intend to or not, I am marketing by the way I live — positively or negatively. You are too. We are marketers.
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‘Chill’ doesn’t come close to describing the experience
My health club opened the “Chill” room during frozen January. It wasn’t a big seller — but should have been.
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Hellos are far superior to goodbyes
I was snuggled with my husband for a couple minutes before saying goodbye for the day. “Tori can’t say goodbye right now,” he said to me as I walked away from the bedroom, my cat noticeably comatose at the foot of the bed.  “She can’t get her eyes open.” “Tori only likes ‘hellos,’” I called back, thinking […]
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My 5 tips for success at the gym in 2018
… and I want workout partners, if you’re available. It’s the time of year when our health club is overrun by New Year’s “resolutionists.” While we established “regulars” welcome them as new friends, we know much of our effort to encourage them in an early-morning exercise routine is fruitless. Most newbies don’t make the cut. […]
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Connie’s got this — but pray anyway, please!
Prayers, please! As I type, my friend Connie is at the hospital undergoing surgery to remove a lobe of her lung that encases a nodule.
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It’s Pinterest not Pimpterest — and other random thoughts
Dear Pinterest, Please stop sending me messages along the lines of “It’s a match: Sara and Kevin.” Just. Stop. I don’t think my husband knows what Pinterest is, and he does occasionally look at my phone while not wearing reading glasses. I’m afraid he will see your matchmaking along the lines of a sexy Pimpterest […]
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And the verdict is: It’s NOT cancer!
“Good morning,” I said as I greeted Connie in the locker room before swim class Wednesday. “How are you?” “Just fine,” she responded, “and today I mean it because I know I don’t have cancer.” “What?” My surprise wasn’t that she didn’t have cancer. My surprise at her response was that she hadn’t meant all […]
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When your friend battles breast cancer…
What I appreciated most about Connie throughout her battle with breast cancer was her transparency.
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Fight breast cancer and carry a big stick…
I don’t care if this blog post goes viral, but I sure wish your prayers, good thoughts, fingers crossed or whatever on Connie’s behalf do. Pray for Connie. Spread the word, please.
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An argument for communication…
How I was forced to communicate my frustration with someone’s lack of communication.
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Keep the girls covered…
It might be American culture or simply our locker room’s culture, but our unwritten rules clearly indicate that nakedness is a transitory state.
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“Sara’s birthday’s in the house”
Sara’s birthday’s in the house. Or gym. Or office. Wherever. Today.
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Today’s workout goal? No sweat!
The reason was this: I had walked into the nearly empty locker room before 6 this morning in time to hear a woman in a wet swimsuit say, “The showers are closed?”
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When you get to tell your story…
Stories never cease to remind me that God can make something incredible from a perfect mess.
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How’s your masterpiece?
Thinking of my body as a masterpiece — as Rosie does — makes me appreciate how and why God made me uniquely me.
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Was this an unredeemable moment?
What kind of person can leave behind a tampon in a shower? Did it fall out, unnoticed? (Not bloody likely.)
All Things Work Together 