Working out my uterus Bookmark and Share

I started running in my mid-30s. I hated it, but my body was changing and I wanted a physical challenge. When I finished my first 5K event, on New Year’s Eve, I actually cried; I was hooked. I became a 5K specialist: just over three miles in just over 30 minutes (yes, I am slow).

Unlike most sane people who run outside, I fell in love with the treadmill. Turn it on, turn up my headphones and I was lost in my own thoughts. I ran solidly for about two years, until I was five months pregnant and my ...

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Alone in a crowd on my birthday Bookmark and Share

Nothing makes me feel more alone than eating by myself. I would love to be one of those people who can go to dinner or the movies alone. I have a friend who even goes to concerts alone. But that is not me. Being alone generally leads me to loneliness.

So, as I sat alone today for both breakfast and lunch in a crowded cafeteria at a yoga conference, I had to push back the inevitable, deep-rooted insecurities that cropped up. Feelings made even stronger by the fact that today is my birthday.

The reality is that I chose solitude ...

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Don’t fear the yogis Bookmark and Share

When I finally hit the “submit registration” button for the Yoga Journal conference in Estes Park, Colorado, it was as if a six-year weight had been lifted.

You see, I have wanted to go to this conference ever since I first read about it, yet I had an excuse every year. I was too pregnant, I was a new mom, my husband was in grad school and we were too broke (that one worked multiple years), but this year, I was finally down to the one excuse underlying it all: I was too scared.

Yep, I was scared of a ...

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Still a dancing queen Bookmark and Share

I like to go along in life thinking I haven’t aged a bit, but then reality slaps me in the face. Like when I realize that I have a child who’s nearly 5 or that I’ve been with the same guy for so long that it’s getting scarily close to half my life. But nothing prepared me for the late-night ride on the lightrail that led to StillADancingQueen.com.

It was 1 a.m. on a Friday night, and my husband and I were headed home after date night (I hate that term) at Comedy Works ...

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