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
Pullups. The bane of every chubby kid’s existence. We were strong, just not relatively strong. We liked to stick what we were good at, which was moving things other than ourselves. Eventually my weight leveled out and I was drawn… Read more ›
I really enjoy completing tasks. There is nothing too small or menial for the to-do list. Caring for my immediate environment involves constant problem seeking to avoid the need for large-scale problem solving. If I know what and where the… Read more ›
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 ›
