I love watching American Ninja Warrior competitions. Those who know me well will say it’s because one of the co-hosts fits my affinity toward bald black men. Yes, Akbar Gbaja-Biamila (former pro-football player) is completely dreamy and is an added bonus for watching. But mostly I love to watch because I admire the determination of the competitors. Anyone who can persevere through tough training for an end goal that may not come to fruition, inspires me. I love the tenacity, the grit, the I can do it attitude, the test of a human spirit. Continue reading Nurses…Like Ninjas On The Warped Wall
An object with the definition of cast-iron or cast-steel weight should potentially be illegal as a workout tool. Or maybe it should require a license for use. In order to obtain one you have to prove yourself tolerant of the hurt it inflicts. Are you worthy? Can you withstand the beating? I was introduced to the kettlebell a couple years ago by a trainer I sincerely admire and aspire to be like. A strong female persona defying all the odds of aging and putting Continue reading Curse of The Kettlebell
So, my oldest is now in college but has been involved with photography classes since high school. Often times she needs models to help with certain projects. As her mom I am always at the ready! When she was still under our roof I was the savior for last minute donuts, rides for friends, and any assistance needed for school projects…aka #1-photo-assistant. Mainly I would hold light boxes. I took my lighting job seriously, making sure the subjects for shots were lit to perfection. My lighting was ON POINT! I’d get on step stools in precarious positions all to get the right angle. My hands would cramp with the grip it required to hold those light boxes at a certain angle. I found angles that aren’t even known as angles. Angles, angles, angles! Angles that only a #1 photo assistant (aka Mom) could master. All for the cause! But, all the while offering myself as a willing “subject matter” too. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride…
A word that’s come into renewed fame with today’s generation is streak (not the running-naked-through-the-streets kind). By definition, it’s “a continuous period of specified success or luck”. Often I hear teens exclaiming: me and so-and-so are on a daily snap-streak Continue reading Where can I join the CUPCAKE streak?