Month: July 2013

  • We Survived Atlanta Mania!

    This past weekend, my husband and I had the opportunity to attend Atlanta Mania, a conference for the fitness industry held in Atlanta.  Gary and I arrived a day early so we could each be certified to teach new classes.  Gary was certified in Schwinn Indoor Cycling, and I was certified in Tabata Bootcamp. My […]

  • Super Crazy Fitness

    This is it…the week we have planned for all summer…the week will will find out what we’re made of.  On Wednesday, Gary and I will leave for Atlanta, and will participate in Atlanta Mania, a fitness conference.  I have been to conferences for the beauty industry, the Atlanta Gift Market, and education conferences.  They required […]

  • Just Passing the Time…

    …until my knee surgery, which is August 2.  The doctor plans to scrape behind my knee cap to clean up the arthritis, and repair my IT band.  It is by no means major surgery, and the nurse said I will be able to walk normally after about a week.  It is really more of an […]

  • Only One (really stupid, major) Glitch…

    As I posted last weekend, my husband, daughter, and I spent the long weekend visiting family and friends throughout Northern Indiana and Illinois.  It was a non-stop-cram-it-all-in kind of weekend, but I regret nothing.  Almost nothing.  The one regret I will get to in a later paragraph. Our first stop was at Dewart Lake (well, […]

  • The Trip North…

    Both Gary and I are from Northwest Indiana….the Region.  The area is called the Region because of its proximity to Chicago.  I lived about 30 minutes from the Windy City until I was eleven.  Gary lived further south, about an hour and a half from Chicago.  We both enjoy visiting that part of the state, […]

  • The Thing About Middle Age…

    For some reason, middle age has been nagging at me.  I have no idea why.  I am certainly not middle-aged.  That’s what I thought anyway.  And then a couple years ago, my husband said something to me about being middle-aged, and I was highly insulted.  Because I had already embarked on my forties, my husband […]