Category: fitness

Climbing St. Paul’s Cathedral in London

Climbing St. Paul’s Cathedral in London

Welcome to Manuscript Monday, dear readers. Making an appearance late in my manuscript is St. Paul’s Cathedral, London. I climbed this cathedral in May, 2011 with a friend. It was a long climb just to the Whispering Gallery (259 steps) and I wasn’t there long before the fire alarm sounded and we were evacuated.   …

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Up is Better Than Down

Up is Better Than Down

“Tell the truth…” Kurt asked me, as we stood atop Table Mountain, looking down over the Atlantic Ocean and toward the Chapman’s Peak drive we would take later, “When did you want to quit?” I just smiled and turned back toward the view. It was a perfectly clear day. “Okay, I’ll go first.” He said, …

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Stop and Smell the Flowers of Platteklip Gorge

Stop and Smell the Flowers of Platteklip Gorge

Why hike Table Mountain? Why not? Here is a list of the personal reasons that made me wary of climbing Table Mountain: No cartilage in my right knee and a dwindling supply in my left = pain; bone spurs; knee catches An old, torn miniscus that was never repaired = pain; knee catches I’m obese. …

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Complimenting Fat People at the Gym (RANT FRIDAY!)

Complimenting Fat People at the Gym (RANT FRIDAY!)

Welcome to RANT FRIDAY! Today’s rant is thanks to Leanne, of Weigh to Health, and her friend Becca, of Between Wander and Wonder, who wrote a beautiful post titled “I Am Guilty of Gymming While Fat.” Their posts spurred my own conversation today, and I think this type of discussion does best when as many …

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Gym Confrontation (and a Baby Elephant): Baby Big Five Part Two

Gym Confrontation (and a Baby Elephant): Baby Big Five Part Two

I had an altercation at the gym this morning. Sort of. It was more like a one-sided lecture and me taking what I consider the “high road.” I wondered how I could combine this with the “Baby Big Five” post today, and realized that the same thing happened in Kruger. Sort of. We unintentionally frightened …

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My First Rugby Match: Be Still My Beating Heart!

My First Rugby Match: Be Still My Beating Heart!

*Warning: Today’s post contains implied foul language* Uh oh. I’m in love. (No, not with this guy, although I took his photo because I think I recognized him as a super-fan from a promo of Blue Bulls fans.) Not even with these guys… Nope. I’m in love with the sport itself. Don’t get me wrong. …

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