My new take on steering clear of junk food? Getting naked.
After six days of workouts I could have taken a rest day, instead I decided I was a freaking gazelle.
I may have ran a marathon once, but these days running a few miles is near vomit-inducing.
On my 5K eight months ago a wee child was faster than me, this time it was a 70-year-old man.
The biking saga continues…
What if proving to myself that I am powerful beyond measure was a crazy hare-brained idea? But what if it worked?