Enough is Enough

When I was young I loved extreme exercise. I loved mile swims for charity. I loved swim practices that began with groundwork lunges while I carried a friend on my back. My favorite weekends were spent at dance seminars in the city involving six intense hour-long classes back-to-back. I danced until I felt like puking and then danced some more. I loved it. In my twenties, I trained for a triathlon. I ran races. I exercised twice a day sometimes. After having my babies, I re-dedicated myself to extreme exercise. I ran in the mornings before work no matter the weather, and…