“As a kid, this river was my playground. And now it’s my office,” George, our Costa Rican adventure guide said with a bright and genuine smile as we paddled down the gentle rapids of the Sevegre river. George grew up just a few kilometers from where we were rafting, in the small village of Santo Domingo, a remote town with just 120 inhabitants. For generations, his family has been exploring the rustic trails and wild waters of this lush region, equipping his mind with knowledge of the area and fill his heart with love for it. Read more
Posts from the ‘Move’ Category
Filling up his lungs with a deep breath of air, my dad closed his twinkling eyes and reclined, allowing his trunk, shoulders, and head to gently slip below the surface of the water. He always submerged his body in one methodical swoop, causing tiny, frothy bubbles to ripple in even circles away from his core as his body adjusted to the lake’s startling coolness.
Happy March! With 7 days to go until daylight savings and 20 days between now and the spring solstice (not that I’m counting or anything), spring is in the air.
I find that the beginning of the month is always a good time to check in with myself — to take a few minutes to think about how things are going in my life right now. Not where things were, or where they’re headed, but where they are at this precise moment. Are things generally in sync, or is something out of balance (my answer this month: a bit out of balance)? What does my mind say, what does my heart say, and are these in conflict at all? And where, if at all, might I want to set an intention to shift something in the month ahead? Read more
For as long as I can remember — way before I knew anything about endorphins or psychophysiology or thresholds or V02 maxes — I’ve craved the high I get from exercise. It’s my drug of choice. As a kid, I remember the sky looking more blue and the clouds looking more billowy after a bike ride around the lake. At low points in my life, breaking a sweat has helped put a spring back into my step. During intense times, losing my breath has helped me find my focus. And today, putting one foot in front of another keeps me grounded in each day and anchored in my life. Read more
My company had a Valentine’s Day half marathon this morning, which was my ideal way to kick off the day with love! Well, that and the delicious heart-shaped, kid-crafted pancakes I gobbled down before the race. But this post isn’t about the race….it’s about the guy behind the race. Read more
My running route this morning overlapped with the route my husband takes to drop our kids off at school. We live in a low-traffic residential neighborhood, so he was able to slow down for a bit so the kids could say hi. They rolled down their windows — conveniently cleaning them of the morning dew — and proceeded to hoot and holler and yell “go mommy” and make “I love you” signs with their little hands. It doesn’t get much better than that. Read more
Life can feel overwhelming this time of year, as we catapult toward the end of one year and the beginning of another. Family dynamics. Work deadlines. A tip for the paper boy. White elephants. Hand-drawn notes for the teachers. Ice on the windshield. Coats for the coat drive. Tree trimming. Holiday parties. Cold, dark mornings. “Can we please go to Santa’s house? Pluheeeeeeese?” Read more
I talk a lot about the “little eyes that are watching” and “little ears that are listening,” and the opportunity every single grown-up has to impact the messages that get through. This view has been powerful for me, forcing me to think more carefully about what matters most and more proactively about the life I want to live and the stories I want to pass along. It keeps me honest and striving and accountable for my choices.
Mid-way through a recent group exercise class, the teacher lost me. She didn’t lose me because of some complicated step sequence or insanely long set of burpees; I mentally checked out because of a few words she kept saying over and over. “Come on! Get that body ready for your winter beach vacation! Think about how you want to look at those holiday parties! PICTURE HOW YOU’LL LOOK IN THAT DRESS!” Read more
Snapshot of last week’s 60-hour trip to Mexico City: 24 hours spent sitting in airports, planes, or taxis; 11 hours spent sleeping; 45 minutes spent exercising*, 3 shots of tequila drunk; two tacos (intentionally) full of crickets eaten. By any traditional measures of health, this 2.5-day stretch was an epic fail. And apparently it showed – the border control agent at customs in Los Angeles looked down at my passport, looked up at me, and remarked ”wow, you look so much older now than you do in this passport photo!” Read more