Tuesday, April 17, 2018

No, they're not rose-colored



I still sometimes forget that I wear glasses.  I often remember because things are blurry, either because I haven’t yet put them on in the morning or because the lenses are smudged.  Either way, I can’t see properly until I fix it.

Obviously, this is a metaphor.   There are two things that all of us need to do to ensure that we are seeing clearly.  One is to focus on the appropriate stuff.  Some of us take the long view, exclusively, missing the stuff right under our noses; others obsess on the minutiae and get lost in the details.  We have to employ our corrective lenses to address the difficulties.  In a fitness context, this means that we need both process goals (show up for workout!) and performance goals (run the 5K, bike the century, lift the record-breaking amount!).

The other thing we need to do is get the fingerprints, splatters, and dirt out of the way.  Maybe this means that we work out even if the kids don’t want us to go, or we feel like we don’t have time, or we’re tired.  Maybe this means we stop assuming we are lazy or weak or ugly.  Maybe we realize that we actually detest aerobics classes, but are perfectly happy listening to the latest vampire novel while running along the beach.  Clarity allows for decent planning and planning enables success.

We can do this.

Monday, April 16, 2018

Monday Workout: Core in Motion!



This week we are working core via burpees, renegade rows, and pretty princesses.  If we do our skullcrushers standing, we will also be using abdominals to avoid excessive arching in the lower back.  Four rounds!

1 min cardio



squats or bosu squats
20
bench press
20
burpees
10
deadlifts
20
renegade rows
10
skullcrushers
10
pretty princesses
10

Thursday, April 12, 2018

Dagnabbit, I am OLD...



Today is my birthday.  I am grateful for all these years piling up on me.  Maybe we can all be grateful together, just for today, for what our bodies can do:

Thanks, feet, for carrying me around, even though I have abused you with uncomfortable shoes from time to time.

Thanks, knees, for holding the fort when other joints have failed.

Thanks, hips, for containing those babies who have suddenly turned into adults.

Thanks, spine, for holding me up, down, and sideways as needed.

Thanks, arms, for carrying all that stuff.

Thanks, skull, for keeping my brain safe despite my best efforts.

And thanks, heart, for keeping the beat and for filling with love (anatomically and metaphorically, respectively).