Staying fit has become a very serious matter. We have miles to conquer, muscles to break down, pounds to lose and competitors to beat! Among the ever growing number of ironman triathletes, vegetarian ultra runners, meditating yogi masters, cross fit maniacs, and solo mountaineers I have started to wonder where the visible signs of enjoyment are? Have we traded in the smiles, jokes, and laughter during training and racing and replaced them with blisters, muscle cramps, saddle sores, and sunburns? The inevitable consequences of exercise seem to have become a bigger badge of honor than the sheer enjoyment of it. These items are now what memories are made of, clogging race reports and long-term memory banks. The indicators of suffering are our new best friends.
When I finally arrive in Vail for a womenâ€™s empowerment workshop I wonder why it seemed so difficult to get away and why I was even having second thoughts about leaving. Hmmm, work or go to the mountains for an outdoor adventure retreat designed to rejuvenate and nourish mind, body, and spirit? The answer suddenly couldnâ€™t be simpler.
Sitting is our worst enemy when it comes to many health and fitness issues. No â€œbuttsâ€ about it, after watching the Olympics, it is obvious that athletic power, speed and overall performance are rooted in the area most of us use mainly as a seat cushion. Physical therapists, including my own, are always emphasizing strengthening and activation of the gluteus maximus. When it comes to athletic performance, avoiding injury, and looking good in jeans, form equals function regarding this particular physical asset.
I owe my fitness to my dog. Actually, maybe I owe much more than my fitness to Scooter, my golden retriever who would have turned 13 years old this month. She was about 6 months old when I moved to … Read More