No exonerations

I recently wrote a post about the importance of finding strength for me as a means of self-definition and understanding, but there’s a part that I want to be clearer on because I think it really matters. With the gift of choosing your own path and standards for physical fitness comes an obligation to you,…

Of dreams and numbers – random musings

A couple of things have happened lately that got me thinking about how the numbers figure in powerlifting. One was my recent participation in IPF Worlds for the first time, where I was treated to an awe-inspiring display of some truly remarkable lifting by some of the hardest working people in the world of strength….

This is my life and it is beautiful

Since March 31 of this year, Life has been rather a whirlwind. John and I have made some momentous decisions, both together and individually that have altered both our long-term plans and our daily lives significantly and those take wearing for a while to discover precisely how they fit. John has decided that he wants…

“I can do that. I just need a wetsuit.”

Monday evening, as we stood on the beach at Beachy Cove, staring across the channel to Bell Island, I told Katherine about my friend Steph Porter and how she and her friends swam across from Bell Island to the mainland. Three miles is the distance. Almost five kilometers. It’s a long swim in open water*….