I was late for an appointment this morning and running around my house trying to get ready. I had a couple of glitches, like ironed pants that were ripped– how? I don’t know. After drying my hair, I darted through the dining room where I actually don’t have a dining room table. Right now, my dining room is home to my bike and bike trainer. Any idea where this is going? If you guessed “stubbed toe on the bike trainer,” you guessed right. But I didn’t just stub my toe; I slammed my pinky toe into the trainer leg. The bike trainer did not budge, not even a fraction of an inch. My poor little toe took all the force. It was one of those “tears to the eyes” toe stubs, where you’re not really crying but the pain makes your eyes water. My first thought? I did not...
A Mid-Life Fitness Journey