Cancer Survivor, writing about Health and Fitness as you age

Kids doing pushups. It's hilarious. I'd put pictures but it would be of other people's children, so I am thinking that would not be so awesome. Instead I had my son pose. From my observations of those new to our karate class and warmup, the kids' pushups fall into a few different categories: The bottom in the air What not to do - pushup with bottom in the air That's what the top of the motion looks like when they do this. The bottom of the motion is closer to more what the start position should be! The hip on the floor In this one, the hips and top of thighs stay on the ground but the elbows bend. So that's good, the elbows bend? It's not correct, but at least the elbows bend? What not to do - pushup with the hip on the floor The head bob I don't have pictures of this one. Liam got tired of doing pushups incorrectly and was highly suspicious of me taking pictures so he declined to do more. "Mama are you going to show peo

Last year marked 5 years since I was diagnosed with Stage III breast cancer and since I am currently a household officer/ I made a list of things I'd been thinking of doing, but never got around to. I really like lists! The past year was about: Being purposeful Experimenting.  I think I'll just continue that way. As I explained in my original post,  50-things-to-do-this-year   , these are not so big, not so small, and not too many. My list of 50 things to do this year (Partial) Completed In progress Not Started, Recent changes in red Visit Enchanted Rock. Climb Mt. Bonnell steps. Sunset while dining at Oasis. I hear the view is great. Watch Sound of Music with the family. High Tea. Celebrate with friends I've made through work. Celebrate with sister survivors. Celebrate with my mommy and neighbourhood friends. Celebrate with my Zanshin (karate) family. Celebrate with friends I've made through my husband's work. Get some fitness photos- 

The kind that only interracial couples encounter. Awww mixed race couple   I've been married now for quite some time, so I do forget that we are in fact a mixed race couple and some people may be surprised when they see us together. Child without an owner When my son Lucas was young, we lived in a suburb St. Louis. The winters were cold and long. What to do with a small child? Take him to the mall and let him run around of course! Picture it when Papa took him: one little coloured child running around with no coloured person in sight. The people in the mall were befuddled. They did not know what to do with this child who had no owner. Should they intervene? Grab the kid? They certainly did a lot of looking around and swiveling! This was a predominantly (white) suburb, so not many coloured folks out there to even assign my child to a random but like-coloured stranger. It happens all the time. If our sons wanted to pretend like they did not know their dad, they could