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Five Favorites




1.  Sevenly


I am always up for supporting a good cause.  And Sevenly helps do that by selling, trendy, statement-making items.  The proceeds support a different cause each week and the designs change each week, based on the charity.  This week is Love Without Boundaries.


2.  TV shows online
Ever since my injury, most of my runs happen on a treadmill.  It is just easier on my hamstring and my body is a lot happier that way.  But I do not like running on the treadmill.  Can you say, BORING?  Luckily, there are Full Episodes of my favorite TV shows online.  Some of my favorites to watch:

 
3.  Trader Joe's Cocoa Almond Spread
 
Need I say more??
 
As a personal trainer, I have tried a lot of workouts, and I have to admit, Beachbody has some great ones.  I am not worried about this because personal trainers will never go out of style, but if you are the type of person that just wants to workout at home, these are the best, most intense workouts out there.  I have done Insanity, Brazil Butt Lift, Chalene Extreme and RevAbs and have not been disappointed.
 
5.  These people . . .
 

 

I feel blessed to be able to journey with them each day!
 

Comments

  1. Now that the marathon is over, I'm going to try and do a little more cross training this summer to help build strength. Home videos are a must for me, because I'm so busy. I can usually sneak one in before the kids get up. Which one is your favorite??

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  2. Great list!
    Will have to keep my eyes out for that spread the next time I'm in Trader Joe. Wonderful picture of your guys!

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