{photo by Sunshel } A couple of weeks ago, I started doing yoga.  It's all in the privacy of my own home -- I don't do ...

We have almost an entire month behind us already in 2013. At the risk of sounding like your grandmother, where has the time gone? I'v...

{photo by Caroline Fontenot } My new year's resolution was to walk or jog a mile every day until my birthday, and I know we're...

Jordan and I are headed to Atlanta this weekend to be with friends and compete (I'm fairly certain that's the wrong word) in The...

I have written many, many times on my attempts to become athletic, or, at the very least, to get in shape. There was that time I w...

On Saturday, I was supposed to begin the 28 Day Challenge: 28 days straight of at least 30 minutes of exercise. I missed the first tw...

 Yes, this is how I run. So, yesterday, I mentioned that Jordan and I started jogging together in college. Long before we were the Annie ...

 {3rd grade champs. Can you spot yours truly?} I was in the seventh grade, and I had just been cut from the junior high girls’ basketball t...

{what winning looks like: a new shirt + new shoes } Let the record show that for the first time in seven years, my bracket has defeated m...

As a child with a petite frame, I assumed I would be a natural gymnast. I begged my parents for lessons at the local gym, certain that ...

{via here } My list of the things to do is extensive, and fairly important. Financial aid to apply for, blogs to be designed, notes to wri...

  {the fsu men's basketball team, circa 1972... the year they went to the championship, with the padre as their manager} There are so...

{barack's  bracket } Each year, I call my father to go over our bracket picks. (I have high hopes of beating Jordan this year ; enough ...

Remember in Remember the Titans , when the little girl gets all fired-up while watching her daddy's team play football? Yes. That g...

My biggest fear (aside from the doctor) might be becoming a gym rat. You know. Really buff. Walking with my arms far apart from my body, as ...

Okay, so maybe I’ve spent the first hour or so at work rushing to complete my bracket. Maybe in an office full of football (and Gator!) fans...

I am in love. With the Olympics. I have been for quite some time. In 1996, I raced around my house, jumping on beds, pretending I wa...