Working Out How To Work Out
I’ve always had a love-hate relationship with working out. I was born in ‘89 and came of age when working out was synonymous with VHS tapes of unitard-clad, maniacal-sounding, puffy-haired, thin people jumping around in circles. Later in college, it was all about cardio and pilates for women and the 300 workout and ab-rollers for…
Moving and meeting memorable Marys
There are a lot of memorable Marys in my life. My mother’s name is Mary. There’s Mary Bo Peep. That Mary all those people pray to and that sometimes appears on trees. But today I was quite fortunate to have met another memorable Mary. We only spoke on the phone 15 minutes and seven seconds…
Do you listen to your body?
My first job out of college and three months into it I’m offered a free massage. No, we don’t have any openings right now, but I’ll keep you posted. I’ve never been a big fan of random people touching me. I get my nails done and still think it’s awkward that someone has to touch…