So Here’s the Thing About Walking…

If you ever happen to be strolling down a walking path in Maine and come across a limping, weeping, zombie Darth Vader, don't be alarmed -- it's just me. It all started a few years ago when my podiatrist pointed to the tiny stress fracture on my X-ray and said, "See this? When your foot comes …

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Catch Me If You Can, Buddy

Like probably most of you, I've had a love-hate (fine, all-hate) relationship with exercise. Throughout the years I've tried aerobics classes, swimming, running, jogging, slogging, creeping, tripping, limping, stumbling. I've biked, hiked, rollerbladed, rollerskated, break danced, 'Sweated to the Oldies'...walked slowly while texting and/or guzzling iced capps topped with whipped cream. No matter what program …

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Jill of All Trades, Master of Thighs

Every step I took was sheer agony. I slowly shuffled across the living room floor, hunched over like Quasimodo,  dragging my achy body for what seemed like miles. The pain was cruel, severe and blinding; it ripped through my calf muscles and tore up my thighs, shredding every pathetic fiber to bits in its wake. I just had …

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