I wrote this blog in my head this morning as I felt my thighs attempt to escape through my lycra yoga tights on what I’d call a waddle around my neighbourhood. It wasn’t a run because running is that thing that people who breeze me, with smiles on their faces do. It wasn’t a walk because the red flashing sign on my Garmin told me so. Nope it was a waddle. I wasn’t happy about it but it just had to be done because it falls into the category of an authentic intention in my life and authentic intentions must be followed…