Most of what I write comes from a conversation I had.  This is no different.  I had a conversation with a good friend of mine the other day where the question of steroids came up.  I stated that I have never tried them and she was a little surprised.  Not because she thought I took them regularly but because I carry a lot of muscle for a female. 

This is MY year.  Before the elections and the women’s march, before Stevie’s job and the New Years Resolutions, before all the chaos of the holidays and the hip dislocation.  Before all of that, I decided to have a good year.  No.  I decided to have a great year.  The past few years have been good, I’ve had a lot of fun, seen a lot of people and done some cool shit.  But I have also not taken advantage of opportunities.

It’s that time of the year when all the gluttony of the holidays has a way of waking us up on January 2nd or 3rd and reminding us that we are not happy.  We think back through the previous year and start to lay out all the things that fell short.  Basically we usually set New Years Resolutions that are unattainable and basically just punishment. 

What did 2016 teach me?  Where do I start.  This year was such an amazing year on so many levels.  I got to spend time with friends, took a few trips, drank a lot of really good beer.  I have been able to watch the Raiders win more than 10 games.  I have thrown some epic tantrums and kicked my own ass in some crazy workouts.  I have grown as a trainer, I have grown as a mother and I have failed a lot.

This is the third and final installment.  After this one, I just feel like I would be getting to a list that no longer really means anything.  When in all honesty we just want a better week without trying.  It would be great to wake up one morning and EVERYTHING goes better than expected. 

WOW!!!!! Here I’ve been working on writing once a week and life just pulled me away from just about everything.  This has been some of the most stressful times, ever.  

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.