I’ve been waiting for a sponsorship letter to share with you for about a week now. Because of the holidays, I feel like 2015 has just been a hurricane of greatness already. I have been working really hard and playing even harder. I’m writing this blog sitting in front of the most beautiful view. My Canadian connection, Tarah, advised me I should speak to someone about my interpretation of view. My own view. It seems that no matter how much health I practice, fitness I participate in or sponsors I get to rep the body, I still feel chunky, chubby, text book Cuban. Wassup with that? Maybe I need a Life Coach?
Martin Luther King makes me want to climb mountains, become an ultra marathoner and live like a giant. I do not mourn loss or suffer long, I celebrate life and live in goodness. Martin left a lot of good.
Darren and I woke up to a photo shoot in paradise, gonna frolic on the beach, gonna earn income, hopefully “OM” at Soho and then do what we do best. Inspire by leadership, his with the sport, mine with the experience. My son is a slave to a lil dog named Chewy. My ex husband bought a dog! UGH, maybe this one will survive. Do all divorces end up in buying kids with dogs? Whatever forever? At least my Ro can play with a cute creature for a bit, for this I am grateful. We had an Estate Sale yesterday. Roman, Darren and I had a blast and turned our trash into cash. Organization – my religion. The peeps know me, they remember me. Incredible.
This is my last blog before the Miami Marathon. I was intending to run the full last year. The dream of running 26.2 in my home town came to a quick and rude halt tho. #bigGirlissues Like MLK tho, I never give up on dreams. I’m running! My life is coming too. Roman and Darren and I will be Miami Famous. The PR’s will be very different. A girl named Joy brought joy to a stranger, my heart was full with pride. Joy made a friend for life in me. My sista Saskia and I reunited through this marathon- lionesses! ROAAARRRRR! Oh Sam, the Fins have nothin on us.
Ok, so my stock market experience is toddler like but……. LULU Wowza! I’m in love. On the golf course, countin money, feelin like Stifler’s mom and hired in my forties because of my body. Can life get better? Banking on it!
The podcast…. Back up! I’m going live, on site and big. If you haven’t subscribed, YOU LOSE! Magda Lopez on iTunes, drop a sub!! And by the way, don’t piss me off, I have a microphone!!!
This week was the US government appointed Health Coach week. Did you hear that!!!? A week for peeps like me, ain’t no shame in the game! Hire a Coach, life is better with them in it! .
In February, I’m rolling into unchartered territory. I will be Coaching little people. Nope, not short people, children. I am very excited about this. Please help me by beginning to think of a child between the ages of seven and fourteen that need a break, deserve a treat! You can email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
My dream was to be a perfect wife, a great mother and the owner of a chiseled body. A work in progress……
and if you don’t know, passion can be a paycheck,