Failing to Solve the Problem in Front of Me

What do mean girls, martians and babies have in common? The all solve their problems one at a time. Cady Heron understood this: Babies do it all day long as they slowly map out their newly acquired brains: And in The Martian, Andy Weir taught us that “you solve one problem, then you solve another problem, and…

Shut Up and Do the Work

Today, in Frederick, MD it was 64 degrees on February 20th! I ran to the bank early this morning when it was only 47 degrees and the insanity had already started. Folks in tank tops were jogging around snow piles that were 2 feet high and lots of shorts were seen walking in and out…

Failing to Vibrate Daily

Before we get started, I’ve got to know. Why exactly did you click on this blog post? Who are you, Samantha Jones? What type of daily vibration do you think I’m talking about? I’m talking about Whole Body Vibration. You see, the vibrator I use doesn’t fit in a nightstand. It’s a whole body vibration…

Day 31: Failing to Explain How I Plan to Kick MS’s Ass

This past November I started an online course with Irene Lyon, called The New Inner Game. It’s a 12-week nervous system rewire. Irene combines her kinesiology and bio-medical research backgrounds with her Feldenkrais and Somatic Experiencing certifications to do some pretty ground breaking work. The toughest part of this work is explaining it, but I…

Day 28: Failing Myofascial Massage

Last fall I started getting regular myofascial massages at a great place in town, Holistic Health Associates. There I discovered Aaron Exum, a fantastic LMT.  Aaron has a gentle demeanor mixed with kick-ass anatomical and physiological know-how. I can tell him what’s hurting and he’ll know exactly where to put the perfect amount of pressure to get…

Day 19: Success #1

This week I participated in a rolling Feldenkrais session. I rolled on my back, while holding onto my knees with my hands to become better aware of my movement. Specifically I explored how my arms, hands, neck, head, spine, rib cage, pelvis, and knees work together to allow my body to roll. I was encouraged to pretend as…

Day 18: Failing at Enthusiam

I’ve never been an overly enthusiastic person. I can be positive, optimistic, thrilled, happy, inspired, cooperative, fun-loving and even excited on a regular basis. But enthusiastic? Not me. I tend to keep the more animated and exuberant parts of my personality at bay. My lack of effervescence has never been an issue until now. The…

Day 17: Failing To Respect My Fit Elders

The politically correct version of me should be against all forms of ageism and publicly champion every, elderly fit person on the planet. If you’re 20 – 40 years my senior yet out run, out asana or even out walk me, I should put my pride down and tell you how fabulous you are. I…

Day 16: Failing By Constantly Correcting

To Correct is Incorrect ~ Moshe Feldenkrais I’ve been exploring the work of Feldenkrais off and on since the summer of 2014. It started when I discovered the Anat Baniel Method (a Feldenkraisian off shoot) which led me to Irene Lyon’s work which eventually inspired me to take a Feldenkrais class in town. I could probably…

Day 14: Failing to Find the Perfect Cane

I love and hate my cane. Besides keeping me balanced while walking and acting as a non-aggressive indicator that folks need to not crowd me, I just can’t find one with all the features I need. Folding canes fit nicely into a purse but some are hard to use if your hand is weak. I…

Day 9: Failing at Foot Flexion

I have foot drop. Foot drop sucks. Foot drop is a gait abnormality where I’m unable to keep my foot flexed while walking. This results in an awkward dragging of my foot-hiking up my hip action with every step I take. I trip a lot, don an ugly as shit brace and at this point can only wear…

Day 6: Failing at Leaving The House

I really need to get out more but the truth is, it’s hard to leave my house. I have to wear a special brace on my ankle that attaches to my shoe to keep my foot flexed.  As of now I can only wear this brace with tennis shoes, which means I can’t go anywhere…