As a competitive athlete for twenty years, my sole focus was working to be better than other people. Then my body broke down and my mind and identity soon followed. Lost in the abyss of post-competitve depression and unable to find the help I needed, I set out to fix myself, both physically and mentally. The start was a mindshift to cooperation, and a mission to share what I once would have greedily hoarded for myself. This site is a living document to what I’ve figured out, with hopes that it makes for a little less hurt in the world.
– Christine Ruffolo
This is another concept coming from the astute observations of Nicole Uno. The medical, fitness, and wellness worlds are fixated on correcting imbalances. Amidst all the readily available treatment plans, too few remain curious about why so many asymmetries… Read more ›
People with a lot of stuff tend to be extraordinarily organized. They have to be in order to find things. What an onlooker might view as chaos and confusion is lived in as a place of comfort and convenience. The… Read more ›
It’s wretched. Absolutely awful. Carrying a heavy pack for miles and miles and never being quite sure when the end will come. I never notice my environment. I am fixated on the trail, the next step, and the necessity to… Read more ›
How does your ability to care for something affect how much you can enjoy it? When the yard is full of weeds you can’t pull and awry branches you can no longer trim, do you begin to despise the home… Read more ›
