Last week, my friend and I attended our first Ladies Workout party. It was a club filled with ladies jamming to great tracks of the late eighties and early nineties. We had a great instructor called Mr Motivator who is this Jamaican living in the UK who has an extremely outrageous sense of style. The energy was electric, we hunted
Recently I have been struggling to do an assignment, I allocated the time but I could never get it done. Every evening I rushed home to work on it, but I could never concentrate for more than 10-15 mins before I started checking my twitter, linkedin, facebook, blog. Yesterday, I went to to the office early to try to finish
I came across this poem, and was so moved me that I wanted to share it with you. The author’sname is Robert Fulghum. Maybe my mother was wrong, maybe life isn’t as complicated as everyone makes it out to be. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate school mountain, but there in the sand pile at school. These
When Sifaan asked me to write in his memory book, it brought me back to a place that I had forgotten. To a person I vaguely remembered and although it seemed like I had just seen Sifaan last week. It had been 6 years since that summer in Estonia for the first World on Wheels Project. This post is dedicated
It’s fascinating that when a challenge gets tough and you are at the bridge of giving up, a sign comes along and makes you realize the journey hasn’t ended yet. Some people may already know that I have been training for a 450 km mountain bike race in East Timor to fundraise 60,000 dollars for a local micro-finance called Timor