“Now don’t you go exerting yourself,” my mother yelled as I headed out the door, “you’re not used to running!” Southern California: it’s warm, it’s flat, and . . . . it’s at sea level! My mother didn’t have a clue.
Four and a half years ago, we fell off the couch and landed here:
How narcissistic to have a “personal trainer” – but it has been one of the best decisions we have ever made, because something else happened:
And now we get to do things like play with these:
It’s all about living with grace and ease . . . .