The P-Dawg has been hounding me to give yoga a try ever since he became obsessed with it earlier this year. He started out just following the Wii Fit regimen, but soon it wasn’t enough. The P-Dawg’s thirst for contorting … Continue reading
Much to my chagrin, J.B. was not my personal trainer, only the overlord who sold the sessions. He assigned me to one of his minions, a genial young woman named Amy. Amy was great, but she made me do a … Continue reading
I joined a new gym earlier this week and got suckered into a personalized fitness assessment. “So, what are you going to make me do?” I asked the consultant after we made our introductions. “I better not puke.” He led … Continue reading
It was Lithuanian family camp, 2010. Heat? Check. Humidity? Check. Rain? Check. Mosquitoes? Check. Lice? Check. Short tempers? Check, check, check. And yet . . . Home cooked meals? Check. Childhood friends? Check. Lithuanian ballads? Check. Starry nights? Check. Cool … Continue reading
I wanted to be a gymnast, and I was pretty sure I could do it. I had the right build, a little bit of talent, and a lot of enthusiasm. As a kid, I lived in a leotard and traveled … Continue reading
