Omg you ran 5k next to the hospital where you learned how to walk again, what a special moment that must have been! Gemma, my Amsterdam physiotherapist, July 2023 https://videopress.com/v/7nRrgJBn?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&posterUrl=https%3A%2F%2Fraisedintheforeignservice.blog%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2023%2F05%2F8235c702-5f00-437a-948c-00f4406f833c_mov_avc_240p.original.jpg&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true Four years ago, when six weeks in an Amsterdam ICU had fully depleted my fitness-instructor muscles, I would have been thrilled simply to be able…
Three classes of WECOACH Workouts a week for the month of May pushed me across the rehabilitation finish line.
A kid in the pool reminded me that every day since May 2019 is a trophy. Here’s why.
In 1955, I learned how to walk to a Latin playlist The earliest tunes I remember hearing were the Venezuelan rhythms of música criolla which the radio stations in Caracas played at night. Dad had an affinity for music—part genetic, his farmer father was a self-taught fiddler, and part born of listening to songs streaming…
… adventurous, adaptive, athletic, surprising and revealing of beauty in unexpected places … wit, sensuality, and stunning physical acumen …
The sedentary recluse who pulls an all-nighter once a year eating his way through unhealthy snacks says ”Ho ho ho and have another cookie.”
As I got older, I stopped thinking of exercise as training, until a near-death illness changed everything.
How a teenager just down the beach is inspiring my continuing recovery.
In learning how to walk again, I found a way back to running.
What I had, you don’t want.