- Breathwork...this practice of keeping the intellect quiet (or occupied?) so that the wisdom of the body, subtle energy, wisdom, and soul can come through. Come through and be heard, seen, witnessed. Felt. Experienced. Where WOULD you go if you just allowed yourself? Where COULD you go? Allow yourself. Sunday, Dec 8 4:00-6:00pm The Disco Dolls $25 Tix available through link in bio or through The Disco Dolls. • #breathwork #breathworkmeditation #meditation #alteredstates #nonnormalstates #pranayama #breathworktampabay #yoga #tampabayyoga #yogatampa #heal #healer #healingA day! A day of helping...with trauma and depression and pain and loss. And finding and strength and vitality and fortitude and joy. Some days it’s more “therapy” than performance, more “stability than enhancement. • Glad for people, tools, recovery, teammates, insight, intuition, practice, and...did I say tools? • #palosanto #tuningforks #breathwork #intuition #yoga #massage #neuroleaseWhen the queen of all-things-paper gives a gift certificate she does it her way...the right way. And as we move into the holiday gift-giving season, the “real” certificates are ready to roll! Whether it’s a holiday or birthday or just-to-say-I-love-you, the gift of manual therapy is a great one. Gift Certificates available! • #giftcertificate #holiday #presents #iloveyou #manualtherapy #massagetherapy #multidisciplinarysessions #wellnesscoaching #lifestylecoaching #personaltraining #realign #reeducate #rebuild #breathwork #meditation #neuroleaseBreathwork Meditation. Come for the altered state. stay for the healing. I hope you’ll consider joining me a Sunday, 4:00-6:00pm in Tampa. • #breathwork #healing #heal #healer #breathe #breathetampa #breathetampabay #breathworktampabay #alteredstateBank of America Stair Climb 2020 to benefit The American Lung Association. Team Foley/Egg https://action.lung.org/site/TR/Climb/ALASE_Southeast?team_id=152243&pg=team&fr_id=18596 • Today I started all over. Training. Again. And the voice in my head as i hugged and puffed up the stairs said... “If all you are is weak, weak is easy.” That’s the statement I say to clients all the time. Faulty movement pattern? Injury? Lack of skill? Lack of motivation? Sheer idiocy (see the humor, please)? That stuff can be tough. But if all you are is WE AK, that’s easy to fix. Train. Practice. Fuel. Recover. Train and practice some more. In stair-climbing terms, I’m weak, out of practice. • I climb in memory of my friend, John Foley. If he were still alive, he’d be climbing with us. Because if a friend had a cause, he made it his cause, too. Because he could. And I climb in honor of Michelle Egg Smith. We’ve been climbing in celebration of John for ten years. Two years ago she climbed while being treated for Stage IV lung cancer. Last year she climbed...happily, because she could. We continue to climb because we can. Because Michelle is doing it and can do it. Because we honor John. Because we’ve raised some money for The American Lung Association. Because there is a cause to fight for. If you’re weak, come out and build some strength. Have some fun. Make a difference. You don’t have to be fast. But maybe you’ll get faster... • #stairclimb #stairclimbing #stairclimbtampa #lungaction #ala #americanlungassociation #lungstampabaySo happy to attend the grand opening of Justin Rockett’s new yoga + massage studio! I took an awesome somatic dance class with Leanne (I’d show you a photo of me doing that, but...that’s not going to happen). Next visit...The Great Yoga Wall (that’s a thing, people!!). I’d like to off-load (read: weigh less) while I get some compromised/weak/cranky spinal movement back, and this is the ticket. Godspeed, @justinrockettyogi ! @sarahlesch2014
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- Decemberist Diet
- Decemberist Moves
- Hyde Park UMC
- stair climbing
- the journey
- worldly balance
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Feelin’ Groovy. Yes I am. I haven’t been able to say that for a few weeks, but now I have some renewed vigor. And vim. Yeah, it’s all about the vim. I haven’t been feelin’ so hot, which forced me … Continue reading
Today I wimped out of my bike ride in favor of the warmth and still air of my garage trainer. Desiring 90 minutes workout I put on some tunes and pedeled. Tried to play some games. Tried to get my … Continue reading
http://www2.tbo.com/content/2011/jan/21/211119/4UNEWSO10-training-without-pain-requires-balanced-/ I do not sound like Forrest Gump. There are no photos of my backside. And DV reports less knee pain. Life is good!
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Well, the day has come and gone, and the 2010 Nautica NYC Triathlon is officially in the books. In many ways it’s not one I’d like to have on record. Let me begin this by saying that the NYC Triathlon is a GREAT race. It’s interesting, unlike some of the “flat and fast” courses we so often encounter. The roads are hilly and bumpy with hairpin turns. The run boasts locals cheering along every step of the mostly shaded course. The swim is cool, refreshing, and wicked fast.
Unless you have a panic attack. Yup, that would be me. We were told in the prerace meeting that if you just put your arms out and floated that it should take 23 minutes (well, one guy did that last year and that’s what happened, anyway). We were told that the water was chilly enough to take your breath away and that we should “burp” our wetsuits as soon as we got in. We were warned of quick current, so to slide into the in-water start and quickly grab the rope so as not to float away. We were warned NOT to touch the bottom as you approached the exit ramp; the silt did not need to be disturbed.
That’s what we were told, which made me quickly walk away from the race expo. I was glad to be staying in mid-tow, away from the throngs of athletes. I was glad to be able to walk for miles, visit good restaurants, and live on a non-triathlon schedule. It’s NYC, and I was there to have an enjoyable time.
What I actually SAW and FELT on race morning was different. Very calm. I watched people get in the water and quickly rush downstream. I saw the “panic stricken” swim towards the sea wall and miss the benefit of the current completely. I saw small waves of folks with lots of room happily floating by. I couldn’t wait.
So I gently slid in the water and grabbed the rope. No adrenaline rush. The 75-ish degree water feld lovely, but I “burped” anyway. I dunked my head and still didn’t get a head freeze. I tasted the water and didn’t….die. I chatted. positioned myself in mid-stream and propped my feet up on the dock so I could get a good push. The horn went off, and I swam. And I was enjoying myself. Yeah, I really love to race and I could hardly wait to conquer this course!
Well, I swam for about 150 yards. Then the panic set in. If you know me you are aware that I’ve had my “issues” with swims. But that is all behind me. I haven’t pulled a big panic in 5 years or more. I have gotten moments of “uncomfortableness” down to 15 seconds or so. But not on this day. It hit big. My arms move quickly, but my legs feel like lead…so they sink. I can’t get horizontal in the water. I pulled immediately to the right (sans current). I breathed so loudly that people on the sea wall spoke to me. I clung to a kayak until my breath regulated, let go, only to have it happen again. I couldn’t see the end, but I figured I was going to make it.
Lessons from the Aqua-Jog down the Hudson:
Panic runs on no man’s schedule. It comes when it wants.