Why do I cry when I exercise?

The colour supplement in today’s Sunday paper¬†proclaimed, “The joy of crying”. Apparently, the author thinks “there’s something great about having a good old-fashioned sob”.¬† I don’t agree. Last year, I worked out how to stop the incessant crying that seemed to be an entrenched result of too many funerals and too many unpleasant people. WithContinue reading “Why do I cry when I exercise?”

Crippling a New Year’s Resolution – temporarily

The colour supplement in today’s Sunday paper proclaimed, “The joy of crying”. Apparently, the author thinks “there’s something great about having a good old-fashioned sob”. I don’t agree.

Last year, I worked out how to stop the incessant crying that seemed to be an entrenched result of too many funerals and too many unpleasant people.

With solution in hand, I didn’t need to dig any further. But I’m a curious girl. Perhaps there’s an even better solution out there, somewhere?

I saw monstrous things attacking my big toe.

It stopped me in my tracks …

Spare me the humidity; time for action

As part of my renewed exploration this year into physical activity, I’ve been keeping an eye out for anything substantial that might be useful and thought provoking. I’m even looking for the just plain silly that would prompt a giggle.

Today, I found an article about the controversy of the Australian Tennis Open’s extreme heat policy: Daisy Dumas’ “Players struggle as debate rages about …

The evolving Year Of resolution

Including more physical activity into my life started with exploring: what was available; how did it work; would it work for me; does it work for me; what had I enjoyed in the past but lost.

When the activities became routine, movement became more like study. When that happened, no way was 2013 going to produce a 99.95 for me.

So, in response, it’s not over …