I’ve always had a fear of kicking up into handstand – scared that my hands (never have two palms and ten fingers seemed so small!) wouldn’t hold me; that my arm bones would turn to dust and crumble beneath my weight.
Last weekend, my friends and I completed the Cohasset Triathlon: an hour and a half (give or take) race featuring an open-water swim, bike, and run.
If you have a blank piece of paper, a pen, and 20 minutes to spare, I invite you to try the following experiment. Think of it as an excuse to put off those Saturday chores!
I’ve pretty much always been the kind of gal who follows her head, not her heart.