Nat Lockhart | Fitter @ 50
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I hit a woman in Costco (with a flatbed… it’s fine)
Picture this Reader, It’s Monday morning. I’m at Costco.Flatbed in hand. Confidence… not so much. Now, if you’ve never driven a Costco flatbed before, let me just say this: It should require a license. And possibly a small ceremony. Because there I am (every Monday for the past 3.5 years)… taking corners like I'm driving a cruise ship in a fricking kiddie pool. BANG. Into the end aisle.BANG. Into a tower of bananas. Soft tap (okay fine, heel nudge) into an unsuspecting shopper. (if looks...
⏰ The time I broke up with gluten at 4:22AM
Let me tell you about the moment I decided to break up with gluten. It was 4:22 AM. The hour when normal people are sleeping… and midlife women are apparently conducting deep dermatology investigations in their subconscious. I woke up with a start and the thought hit me like a lightning bolt: It’s gluten. Now let’s rewind for context. For the past little while, my face had been doing this strange thing where tiny red spots were showing up all over my T-zone. Not pimples exactly. Just… angry...
"Get on Babe" - the cake is waiting (recipe inside)
It’s March Break over here Reader, which means two things: The kids are home and Marks' birthday lands smack in the middle of it every single year. So naturally, we try to be organized. (Some years are better than others. This year, we nailed it!) And by organized, I mean buy gifts ahead of time, wrap them so we're not paying $10/piece of tissue paper at the local pharmacy, make an actual birthday cake because grocery store cake simply would not do in this family, get fully assembled cake...
Secret Stash: TP & 4 Almonds in My Pocket
I’m baring it all today Reader. Every single day when I go for my walk, I leave my house prepared for two very specific life events: Left Pocket: Toilet paper.Right Pocket: Four chocolate-covered almonds. This is not a metaphor. This is my real life. (summed up in 2 pockets) Let me explain. I walk almost every day. (if you’ve been around for a bit, you already know this about me.) Not because I’m wildly disciplined. Not because I wake up whispering affirmations to my sneakers (or my boots on...
I Got Spatulas for Valentine's Day (send help)
Valentine’s Day is in a few days Reader, and over the past week, I've been in the car while the radio station's morning show has been asking the hard-hitting journalistic questions like: “What’s the worst Valentine’s gift you’ve ever received?” And honestly? It unlocked a memory I had clearly tried to bury for 17 years. So let me tell you a little story. The Year of the Romantic… Spatulas. It was our first Valentine’s Day as a married couple. I was young(ish). Hopeful. Glowy.I thought maybe...
1 Mystery word and a VERY spicy manager
If you're new around here, let me introduce you to someone very important in my life: Crustopher. Crustopher is our oven at the cafe.Yes, he has a human-ish name.Yes, it has a U.No, it’s not a typo.No, I will not be taking questions at this time. Crustopher is the kind of oven who shows up every day, holds it together under pressure, and not-so-quietly makes magic happen… until one day he decides he’s tired, emotionally unavailable, and would like a little attention (same, Crustopher… same)....
This is NOT how it was supposed to go
I was supposed to write this email with a goofy smile, earbuds in, Nickel beside me, both of us a little out of breath and excited to share this big thing with you. I was saving this BIG THING for this exact week! The launch of my walking program; Stride Series. Instead, I’m writing it with tears in my eyes and a very quiet house. Nickel, my sweet co-host, trail companion, and four-legged walking buddy passed away just days before this launch. I can’t even pretend to make this peppy or...
Rule Follower? You should skip this one…
Rule followers and hard core ‘dogs should be on-leash believers’ should stop reading NOW! My dog Nickel and I walk together every single day. Rain, shine, minor crisis - you name it, we’re out there. And she’s off-leash. In an on-leash area. (I know, I know. A rebel. A menace to society. Lock me up.) Before you start clutching your pearls - Nickel is the most polite walker you’ve ever met. (most days) She stays by my side like poop sh*t on a stick but does chase the occasional squirrel. (they...
That Time I Got ⚡ Flashed (No, Not by Lightning)
I wasn’t planning to tell you this story Reader. Honestly, I hadn’t thought about it in 30 years. But here we are, bonding over childhood trauma. Picture this: Grade 8. Rain. Darkness. Probably wearing oversized Umbro shorts and scrunch socks. My bestie, Jen and I, were walking home from school after some sort of extracurricular activity we were involved with. Dance committee? Basketball? Volleyball? Homework avoidance? (most likely the last one) It was one of those torrential downpours that...
😍 Second Toes, Fitted Sheets AND Heckling
My grandmother, Gam, as we fondly called her, was a woman of great wisdom. Unparalleled tea-brewing skills, master cookie baker, Saturday night TV lottery player and toes that made fashion decisions complicated. Yep, I’m talking about toes today. Specifically, the mighty second toe. Gam had what my mom referred to as “peek-a-boo panic toes.” She couldn’t stand open-toed shoes because her second toe would boldly leap beyond acceptable boundaries (i.e., the edge of her shoes), like it was...
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