Yesterday was a day that I felt I didn’t need to post. Not pictures of my body, not of my food, not of my dog. Just not at all. About 7 years ago, I bought tickets to a...
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I know what it is to be last to lose to be lost I know what it is to rise to shake my fist to be more than just a name on a list I know what it is...
Once a week during contest prep, I make sure to complete an outdoor run that is typically anywhere from 3 to 5 miles. I find that it helps my quads, glutes, and abs to tighten up and become more...
First, I feel the need to say that everything on my site is copyrighted and of my intellectual property, belonging to myself and Phlare Physiques, LLC. I once discovered someone (I didn’t personally know her) had stolen my work...
I am always fascinated by the knowing of things being unknown. Let me give an example. I distinctly remember sitting in my history class during freshman year at The University of Texas at Austin (the best school…hook ‘em!)....
I will write today. I will push these words out like a mother in labor. I will scream and curse and clench my fists and push this baby onto the pages of my screen so I can cut the...
My skull The inside Of my skull It sometimes feels Feels stuffed Stuffed with cotton Cotton thoughts muted Hazy Like when a Q-tip digs Digs too deeply Deep down Pressuring in Into my ear canal Lowering the volume The...
Alaska killed me. It wasn’t the placing that shot a hole through my heart. It was how I looked. But quite frankly, the whole damn prep felt like a Bon Jovi song. Pure heartache. Guitar riffs creating...
Note: I originally had a different title to this post, but I changed it. The biggest fear a writer faces is losing his or her work. This is word choreography. It is rarely memorized. So writers depend upon the...
I crashed Even before I felt For it was thought That brought My demise I sure do surmise Call me Sherlock For I deduced You would take And you did—you took– Grabbed Pinched Filched ...