Starting this blog has led to a lot of fun surprises. Not only have I stuck with exercising by not sticking to anything and tried things I would normally never expose myself to like hot yoga and pole dancing, I made a new pal in the process.
It all started like this: after my last kickboxing class, I word vomited. I can’t help it. I’m an excited and talkative individual during my inactive state, so the addition of endorphins just makes me a sombrero short or Speedy Gonzales. Thankfully, a fellow kickboxer overheard and we got to talking about how she’s into stand up paddling–or, “SUP,” as the kids like to call it. Before I knew it, we had plans for her to show me how. Continue reading