Category — Fitness

photo by joe thorn
That’s not our new bookcase. I wish. Ours is a sliver of an Ikea one.

Welcome back to the workweek, all.

I had one of those weekends where I simultaneously felt like I got a lot done and did nothing at all. (With a little failure and guilt thrown in for a good measure.) Don’t ask me how that works.

We got a lot done…
While I plugged away at some editing for work, The Man put together a bookcase and two nightstands from Ikea. He’s pretty awesome at deciphering those instructions, which is a talent seeing as they’re drawn by 5-year-old Swedes.

Of course, buying new furniture never stops at construction. So I took a break from work to rearrange our bedroom. Sounds easy, right? Well, it would have been except one of our walls is slanted. (Someone must have thought, “Wouldn’t it be fancy and special if the far wall was tilted?” They were wrong. It’s just annoying.) Since I like symmetry and parallel walls, it took about forever to find a setup where I didn’t feel like all my furniture was askew.

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Ah, Monday. You seem to sneak up on me like a creepy stalker. Sometimes I wish you’d go away.

But not today. That’s because this Monday is my sister’s birthday. So, Happy Birthday Jill! We won’t be getting together for her special day because she’s about 450 miles from where I live. But I’ll suck it up and eat a birthday dessert in her honor. (Selfless, I am.)

If she did live around here, I would have bought her a ticket to Shutter Island this weekend. The Man and I went on Saturday, and I’m still thinking about the movie. It was packed at 3 in the afternoon, and I was petrified I wouldn’t get to straighten my legs to prevent my knees from killing during the entire movie. (If any of you ever see me at the movies, I’m the rude girl with her legs resting on the seat in front of me. Talk about me behind my back but don’t sit in front of me. Let’s just say an hour with bent knees is pretty much torture.) Lucky for me, no one sat there. Whew, crisis averted.

I won’t go into too much detail here since you really need to see the flick for yourself. I will say Leonardo DiCaprio delivers a killer performance as always. I’ll also mention that I love Martin Scorsese’s work and this film is no exception. And I’ll let you know that there’s a twist to the story that makes you want to watch the movie all over again once the credits roll. That’s all you’re getting. Now go. Go see it.

In honor of my little sis’s birthday, I wanted to give you a few good gift ideas. And, no, none of these are what I got her. (It’s a surprise, folks!)

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Yup, that’s The Man. I swear.

Happy Hump Day. I think all of these days off have spoiled me. Even though I was off work on Monday for the holiday, I still feel like the week should be rounding up right about now. At least we’re being spared another blizzard.

Instead of a real post, I wanted to use your collective brainpower to diagnose The Man. (Remember what I said about me using the Internet to play doctor? Yeah.) Anyhow, yesterday at the gym he did something goofy while bench pressing. He was fine during the moves. But the minute he stood up, pain in his chest-back-neck-shoulder area started radiating with intensity. He stopped lifting, but has been hurting ever since.

He’s not super specific when it comes to the pain—and I quote: “It’s like when you have a back spasm but into your neck and shoulders”—but this I do know:

1. It’s not centered around any one area, but it seems to have concentrated mostly in his neck and shoulders after a night’s sleep.
2. The pain isn’t stabbing.
3. The pain isn’t dull.
4. It’s not a heart attack—it feels like a muscle issue.
5. There’s no swelling, bruising, or other discolorations.
6. It doesn’t matter if he’s hunched over (shoulders rolled inward) or standing up straight. It hurts no matter what.
7. Laying down makes it feel better. Sitting or standing up makes it worse.
8. Sometimes he makes a squished-up face and says he can feel the pain in his Adam’s apple.

Anyone ever experience something like this? He’s taken a few Advil with Not Superhuman orders to repeat that throughout the day. (Um, did I mention I got my MD at Google University?) And yes he’s planning on visiting the doctor, but who knows how soon it’ll be. Most have been closed for a week thanks to Snowmageddon 2010 and are overflowing with patients.

We’ll be back to our regularly scheduled programming tomorrow. In the meantime, thanks for the help!

photo by ian bc north

Life as we know it is over. That’s what the two anchors on the news keep telling us at least. Ever since snow started falling on Friday afternoon, the poor newscasters assigned to Snowmaggedon coverage have been reporting ’round the clock. I don’t think they’ve even been home since Thursday night. Poor ladies.

Aside from staring out my window and snickering at the poor fools stuck in a snowbank across the street—I’m kidding!—I’ve been doing a whole lotta nothing. Which means I’ve cleaned a lot. The Man and I gave the bathroom a nice wipe down, which made my week because clean things make me happy. Like, really happy.

I made it to the gym between blizzards—when this weekend’s storm was winding down and before it started to snow on Tuesday. I even walked to the gym, a big deal for ol’ gimp here. And you know, I did pretty darn well:

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photo by migraine chick

Happy Friday!

You know those weeks when time seems to accelerate into warp speed? The ones where you wake up Friday morning and wonder how it can be the weekend so soon? Yeah, this was not one of those weeks for me. Thanks to the yo-yoing weather here, I’ve had some kind of a headache for more than three days. It took all my might not to shut my eyes at my desk this morning. I restrained myself (because that’s how you get fired, folks) but I really, really, really wanted to silence the pounding behind my eyes.

As much as I’d like to say I have wild and crazy plans for the weekend, right about now my mind is daydreaming about taking a nap. Before I pass out take a nap, I thought I’d leave you with some good reads.

Next time you’re trying to remember something really important—say, a speech or a wedding toast—take a break. Researchers found that letting the mind rest (but not sleep) after memorization helped people retain information.

If you’re a runner, check out this article on the Nike iPod sensor and Adidas’ new addition to the running gadget market.

What you eat post-workout makes a difference. A study found that snacking on a low-carb meal after an aerobic workout increased the body’s sensitivity to insulin. Insulin sensitivity is important because insulin resistance can lead to type 2 diabetes.

Maybe it’s just a quirk The Man and I share, but our household is borderline obsessed with expiration dates. (I think we both grew up with great fear of drinking sour milk. Thanks a lot Michael J. Fox in Life With Mikey.) This article explains the difference between “sell by” and “use by” dates plus when you should trash expired food.

It may look a little goofy, but I will definitely be trying this stretch ASAP.

Anyone else a stuffed-up mess thanks to indoor allergens like dust and pet dander? Check out this article for tips on controlling allergens in your home.

Before I drown my headache in a bottle of Excedrin sweat my headache off at the gym, tell me: What are your weekend plans?

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The first time I heard about barefoot running, I wondered what type of crazy person would trade running shoes for roughed-up heels. It wasn’t just vanity talking (though, OK, my desire for soft, smooth heels did play a role in my skepticism). It was my concern for the general well-being of these runners—especially the city folk.

Bare feet + concrete + shards of glass + a hypodermic needle here and there does not = safe running. Still, over the past year or so I’ve read a lot of firsthand stories saying barefoot running is to exercise what eating locally is to nutrition. Or something like that.

Well, today a study was published that says, “Not so fast. Running sans shoes may be better after all.” In today’s issue of the journal Nature, Harvard researchers who studied runners’ gaits report that 75 percent of people who run in shoes land on their heels first. People who run barefoot strike the ground with the balls of their feet first, which generates less force on impact. According to the researchers, all of this is important because more than 30 percent of runners are injured every year—and those injuries arise thanks to problems in the foot or lower leg.

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This morning I woke up 20 minutes before I needed to. Nope, I’m not becoming a morning person; the towel hook in my bathroom finally unstuck itself. I woke up to an echoing ka-plunk at 6:15 a.m. and, naturally, the first thing I thought was that someone was breaking into my apartment. Of course.

(In my defense, in an apartment building I lived in about a year ago, my neighbors across the hall were beaten with a hammer when their apartment was broken in to. Yes, they were OK. No, we no longer live there. Thus explains my anxiety.)

After checking the place, shaking myself out of early morning grogginess, and realizing our weak little towel hook was to blame, I slid back under the warm covers.

“This would be the perfect time to do some early-morning yoga,” I thought. I always envy those people who can wake up early to exercise and stretch before the day begins. They seem so awake, so centered, so fit.

And then I fell back asleep.

So far, the research hasn’t chosen a side in the workout debate. Some people claim morning exercisers are more likely to stick to their fitness plan. Once the day gets going, we’re more likely to let other tasks, chores, or distractions come between us and our workout. Others say muscles perform better in the late afternoon or early evening. And still others say exercise is best whenever you can fit it in—during the wee hours of the morning (that’s anywhere from 4 to 9 a.m. to me), afternoon, evening, or night.

I’ve never been to the gym before 9 a.m. but I’d like to wager that most people are like me, the squeeze-it-in-after-work-and-before-your-stomach-eats-itself-for-dinner type. I believe this because the gym is packed like a Jonas Brothers concert every night at 5 or 6 p.m.

Still, I have a nagging desire to become this crazy morning person who wakes up at 4 a.m., does some yoga, maybe cardio and strength training every other day, eats breakfast while reading the news, does a little cleaning, and gets ready for the day. All before I’d normally be pressing snooze for the fifth time. (Sigh.)

All right folks, this tired blogger is signing off. It’s time to whip up a quick dinner before I bake some oatmeal breakfast cookies. (Apparently these have escaped my oatmeal boredom.) I cribbed liberally from The Fitnessista’s recipe, though I cool mine in the fridge, roll them into balls, then bake in the oven until they’re crisp. I make a batch that lasts half a week. This week’s add-ins to the oats/milk/protein powder mix: almond butter (of course) with a few chocolate chips, and apples and cinnamon.

Before you go, lemme know: When do you like to exercise? Does the time of day you exercise make a difference to how hard you work out or what type of exercise you do?

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What a day. As you can tell—hello 9:30 p.m. post—it’s been a crazy day. Since I’m running on empty (and ready a clinical study right now sounds about as fun as poking my eye with toothpicks) I’ve decided to give you the speed reader version of my day. I promise I’ll be back to regularly scheduled programming tomorrow, so in the mean time I hope you enjoy. And when I say that, I mean I hope you’re not wildly disappointed with me.

Without further ado, here are seven things you should know about me:

1. I still have a case of the Mondays. And it’s Tuesday. It all started yesterday when the fluctuating temperatures set off a massive headache. I felt it in my eyes some time around lunchtime and didn’t get rid of it until I fell asleep.

2. A week ago, I was the only blogger in all of the Internet that had never tried almond butter. I’m sure of it. But thanks to a giant jar from Costco I’ve not only tried it but I’ve also become addicted. I’ve yet to try it in every single meal (what do you expect, it’s only been a week!) but I’m working my way up. Your recipe suggestions are welcome. Hint. Hint.

3. I’m a biking machine. I’ve been ridiculously focused while biking lately. No TV. No distractions. I just slide in my earplugs, focus on my legs’ motion, and try to keep the pace as high as I can. What do you all do on the bike, treadmill, or elliptical—read, watch TV, or focus on your movement?

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Before my last round of physical therapy, I had never used a Bosu ball. I had seen them littering the gym’s weight room from time to time, but I assumed they were glorified steps. And I’m not a step aerobics kinda girl.

Halfway through my PT tour, my therapist brought out the Bosu and forced me to do all sorts of crazy things on it. I say crazy because any exercise that involves coordination is crazy to me. (Yep, I’m a clutz.) But improving my balance is one of the keys to my rehab, so I complied.

And wouldn’t ya know it was quite challenging. Instead of doing one-legged squats on a step, I did them on the Bosu and engaged all of my leg’s muscles—plus my core. I learned that exercises on the Bosu better emulate how our muscles are used in real life. Oh, and I also learned that doing anything on the Bosu is about 10 times harder.

When I joined my gym last summer I was excited to see they stockpiled Bosu balls. Maybe they are for a Bosu revolution. Maybe people at my gym are really unbalanced. I don’t know. Either way, I’ve been using it regularly, and I can see my balance improving. Sure, I still stub my toes constantly and walk into walls, yelling, “Who put that there!?” Baby steps.

Well, now that the whole New Year’s Resolution club has taken over my gym, I’ve been missing out on my Bosu activities. And then The Man did something crazy.

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Strangers are underrated. Hear me out.

Sure, they drive slow when you’re late for work, cut to the front of a long line when you’ve been waiting for 20 minutes, and forget to say thanks when you hold the door for them. (You know who you are.) But sometimes they surprise you.

The other day at the gym, I decided to try a new exercise I saw on ESPN.

(If you know me, you probably think I’m joking right now. I spend most of my time begging The Man to switch it to any other channel. But it was on, and the station was running some footage of an athlete—see, I don’t even know what sport he plays!—doing physical therapy for a knee injury. So I rewound it and watched him do the move again. So there you have it. Me + ESPN.)

Anyhow, the other day I wanted to try the move. It’s a modified version of the assisted squat I do with an exercise ball. Usually I just sandwich the ball between my back and a wall then use a single leg to squat down. ESPN squats (I just coined that. Watch for the trademark) use a resistance band looped like a figure eight around the calves for extra resistance. The normal one-legged squats were getting a bit too easy for me anyhow, so I thought it was a good time to switch things up.

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