STRANGER THINGS (WELCOME TO THE UPSIDE-DOWN)

deep thoughts

It doesn't matter who you are or where you're from, in the run-up to any big event you will entertain all sorts of weird and wild thoughts. Random chatter will zip through your head. You'll ride an emotional roller coaster, fluctuating between excitement and anxiety, or being amped up and strung out. One minute you… Continue reading STRANGER THINGS (WELCOME TO THE UPSIDE-DOWN)

IT IS NEVER TOO LATE

women of wonder

The problem with focussing on end goals is we miss out on the most important bits: the odyssey, the process, the in-between. We forget how to live out loud. This circus is about existing on the edge, you know—and living a little dangerously. I went through an existential crisis around the time I moved to Rwanda.… Continue reading IT IS NEVER TOO LATE

IN THE ZONE (A LESSON IN GOING WITH THE FLOW)

Manhattan bridge run

It's all right. No, it's not. What the hell? Move your feet! I feel every dimple and ridge. Softened canvas yields as I shuffle. The lights flicker bile yellow and slush grey, with a few shards of off-white (star-bursting) raining down if my head snaps back too quickly. There is only chaos until I settle in… Continue reading IN THE ZONE (A LESSON IN GOING WITH THE FLOW)

TOO MUCH/NOT ENOUGH

too much not enough

I worked at Champs Sports during high school, when being 'too much' or 'not enough' was a thing. When we, as young people, tested learned ideas on each other. We gleefully recycled socialized fallacies about men and women. Notions that were outdated, ignorant, and cutting. Volleyball was my religion at the time. I also ran track and… Continue reading TOO MUCH/NOT ENOUGH

WE ARE NOT MADE OF GLASS

we are not made of glass

Aside from the dick-pic debacle, I took on boxing to compliment my running game and yoga practice. But another reason involved a riotous 2016 where I fractured into a thousand little pieces. After a year of existing as a glistening storm of jagged and brittle fragments, I longed to put myself back together. I am made… Continue reading WE ARE NOT MADE OF GLASS

ABOUT BEING PRETTY

bicep day

**Trigger warning: narrative contains mention of assault and harassment.** I don't think about being pretty when I enter the gym. Too busy applying a peppermint oil underneath my nostrils, I'm more concerned with blocking out overlapping smells of wet towels, damp canvas, and still-moist gloves that might have three strains of fungus growing inside of… Continue reading ABOUT BEING PRETTY

HONEY WHITE (FOR THE LOVE OF EPSOM SALT)

epsom salt

When I was young my father relied on a few staples whenever we fell sick. He claimed these makeshift meds could cure almost anything. They were the ultimate elixirs and potions under the category of 'do-it-yourself' remedies. His primary go-to was bitters, Angostura to be exact. The caramel liquid from the motherland had all kinds of… Continue reading HONEY WHITE (FOR THE LOVE OF EPSOM SALT)

BLACK CAPRICORN DAYS

black capricorn days

Some days everything comes together. The stars align. A stranger offers his seat on the subway. The productivity meter hits 110% before noon. Things flow effortlessly when all is in balance. I hold pincha mayurasana with ease, or pound 10K of pavement in under an hour. After twenty rounds of aerobic exercise and strength training—sweat… Continue reading BLACK CAPRICORN DAYS

WHY I FIGHT

not made of glass

I'm such a late bloomer a friend recently told me I have a 'spirit plant' instead of 'spirit animal'. "You're a rare genus of orchid that blooms a handful of times a century. Found in heavily wooded or remote swampy areas, you're this tenacious, sculpted and delicate plant that takes years or decades to grow.… Continue reading WHY I FIGHT

SHOCK VALUE—THE POWER OF BLUE SHOES

adidas box hog shoes

Electric blue, with white stripes and neon yellow trim—I can't help but squint every time I look at my feet. The colour is intense. I could have been more discreet I suppose, keeping the pageantry to a minimum and, like others at the gym, opted for shoes in classic, non-distracting hues. Basic blacks. Stonewall greys.… Continue reading SHOCK VALUE—THE POWER OF BLUE SHOES