STRETCHES. I love 'em. There are certain I do before my run (after a light warm- up course) and several I like to do after. Loved the stretch-time at dance class. And on the sporadic gym trips the best part was the stretching. Oh yeah! I also venture into yoga occasionally and I guess everyone... Continue Reading →
It was a special day. A watershed one. Zoe is standing, all by herself. All quivering and unstable, but standing. And on the same day, Mama suddenly finds out that her clothes don't fit. Her favorite pair of pre- pregnancy jeans are loose. Yes. You read that right- LOOSE! Ha. It's fantastic when the naysayers... Continue Reading →
It was a pathetic week. In terms of exercise that is. In terms of everything else, it was bloody darned terrific! So yeah. You win some and you lose some. It's the late nights that are killing me. My most productive hours are between 11 pm and 1:30 am. I then pass out on top... Continue Reading →
I was a tad upset when I first moved to Doha. I went from being a super busy surgical resident who worked anywhere between 40 to 80 hours a week and yet raked up at least 40 km a week on my pedometer; to a pregnant, home- bound nag whose spent endless nauseous hours curled... Continue Reading →
Starting line Wow, so many turned up… As if that chudidar and adidas auntie will finish! Buhahahha… Am I looking good…. Do I look "pro" enough…. Oh oh! Is that fool there checking me out…. Oooooh…. My playlist… Yeah okay… Thank God music is allowed for this one… Seesh …. They have started….. 1 km... Continue Reading →
If you expected a funny post, sorry for disappointing you. It's going to be a rant....a skinny rant! Running is something I started almost a decade ago, and to this day – NO ONE IN MY FAMILY TAKES IT SERIOUSLY! My Mum thinks I’m crazy to wake up every morning, stumble into my running clothes... Continue Reading →
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