Category Archives: Bodybalance

BodyBalance

Night of the Angels

BodyBalancers: Ben, Rachel & me Everyone’s been complaining lately that I’ve been turning down their invitations — to movies, wedding dinners, vacations, and of course, more Christmas parties than you can shake a snowglobe at. (Am I the local Scrooge? Am I so deprived of the jolly ol’ spirit of the season?) So it surprised

You Are Everything

So, here I was, bumbling around my mailbox which, like the Cup o’ Life, is always full and never emptieth, trying to read and answer as many emails as I can before the next deluge is upon me. I got good reason to be concerned. Work is picking up, I’ve packed nothing thus far for

BodyBalance!

Remember the weekend I got spammed? While you readers were struggling with an evil spammer pretending to be me, I was blissfully unaware, away at a three-day BodyBalance instructor training. It’s been almost a month now, and I have yet to talk about my glorious experience. First of all, you may ask, what in heaven’s

My First Time… Being Spammed!

Hmm. I really have no idea whether to fume in simmering silence or to scream out loud. See, my dear readers, I’ve been spammed. This past weekend I have been deeply engrossed in my BodyBalance instructor training, something like a fitness bootcamp. Imagine nine hours a day at the gym going through a series of

Balance & Beancurds

In no particular order… 1. Friday The thing about taking a break is that, after awhile, you lose touch of the daily life of other people. People who make decisions, have to, unavoidably, everyday. It’s a nice escape while it lasted, but now it’s time for decisions again. Consider wisely, sir. I think I have

Soreness

. I was going to write about how gym last night was crowded and getting a space for myself in the weights area was nigh impossible. I was going to write about how I decided, after an hour and three supersets (1. dumbbell incline press/flat-bench fly; 2. dumbbell single-arm row/reverse fly; 3. standing cable crunch/incline

Clock-Work

. The world runs like clockwork. Mine runs like a clock which doesn’t work. I am getting bored of this self-imposed break. Days repeat. Weight-training at the gym: Monday, Wednesday, Friday. Saturday morning, 9:00am BodyBalance class, followed by lunch with Nisa, then lounging at Starbucks/Borders together. On Sundays I go mad. My favourite barista tells