At first I was going to put this into one post, I had a nice list of about 10 things to help get you through a bad week.  But the list grew and I wanted to keep this an easy read, not a “fuck this is long and I’ll never read it” read.  I let my list grow and decided to do installments of five every week until I am done, which means it could be next week or next month before I am done. 

There are 168 hours in a week.  That seems like a lot of time, a lot of time.  But then we start subtracting the obvious time consumers.  We need to sleep and if I over exaggerate and say that we get about eight hours a night, we can subtract 55 hours, leaving 113 hours left.  After sleep, work is a big time sucker. 

I have written about our Technique Wednesdays before.  It is a day that we break down a move, athletes ask a lot of questions and as best as possible I answer them.  When the class is done, I hope that people have a better understanding of how and why we do a move. 

I’m back.  Once I got out of the habit of writing every week, I got out of the habit.  I would love to outline all the excuses, um I mean reasons, that kept me from writing.  But I won’t bore you with all those details.  I will say it was summer and on top of having two mini people to hang out with, I also really wanted to have some fun. 

This seems to be a recurring theme.  Even in the process of writing this, I have had a few intimate conversations about body image.  The conversations are usually around a five or ten pound weight difference.  When I talk about body image, I am not talking about a healthy weight for a specific individual, I am talking about the ways in which women see themselves. 

Wednesdays are one of my favorite days in the studio.  And it’s not because I get to talk A LOT, well maybe a little.  I love Wednesdays because we do technique.  Every week we break down a movement and we spend an hour getting a better understanding of that movement and how our bodies adapt to it. 

I love Birthdays.  I love my birthday and I love other people’s birthday.  I love cake and I especially love frosting.  Actually its not even the cake that I love, it’s pretty much just the frosting.  My favorite would have to be cream cheese frosting but I’ll pretty much take any kind of buttercream frosting.

We all have bad days.  And I don’t mean the days that are just rough days.  I mean those days where everything goes wrong.  The days that start out with fighting children, spilling coffee and realizing you have no gas in your car.

Just to clarify, I did not run for chocolate.  I ran to chocolate.  This is an important clarification.  Running for chocolate means that I earned chocolate.  I went out and I ran so I could have chocolate.  Running to chocolate means that the fastest way to get chocolate and the more time to eat chocolate was to run to chocolate. 

And sometimes I wish I still was.  I used to run for exercise.  I ran for fresh air and time to myself.  I ran to look better and to feel better.  I loved running.  I loved running in the crisp air of the early mornings and the warmth of the summer days.  I loved running with my mini men and friends.  I loved the sunrises and the quietness.