As a young adult, I had a misguided approach to getting into shape. My quest took me countless years and many painful lessons. I subjected myself to endless hours at the gym, lifting heavy weights, running on the treadmill, and attending group classes while hoping to find something that resonated with me. I learned from watching other people exercise, and browsed the fitness magazines at the local grocery store. Looking back, I realize my exercise education came from other people who probably did the same thing I did. So, who really knew what they were doing? If someone looks physically fit, are they moving correctly? Sadly, in my younger years,
My day started like any typical Saturday. I woke up, drank a cup of coffee, and prepared my breakfast. The Seattle winter had been dreary and cloudy, but this morning, there were high clouds and partly sunny skies. After two cups of coffee and oatmeal, I was fueled and ready for a road trip. The morning was off to a great start. My new friend picked me up, and we headed to the freeway. Through a series of winding roads we made it to the Mt. Baker Ski Area. We arrived around mid-afternoon and headed to Mountain Shop to rent our gear. Trying something for the first time mixes anxiety
If someone asked you how much you enjoy your job, how would you respond? Is loving your job really all that important? For me, the dream of the perfect job began in elementary school. I couldn’t think of anything other than getting out of school and on with my life. I shifted my focus from hating school to convincing my mom that school was a big waste of time. She saw it differently. Rather than learn, I would constantly concoct new ways to escape my childhood prison. I was totally convinced, at eight, that I knew exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up. Even though I hated
Joining a Gym Was Worse Than Four Years of High School Combined, or How I Harnessed the Power to Overcome My Insecurities
When I was a kid, physical critiques were not an issue other than the occasional “You are looking too skinny” yelled at me while Mom prepared meals. My adolescent insecurities did not stem from body image or wanting to “look” a certain way. I struggled with fitting in and constantly worried about “acting” a certain way in order to be liked. As you can probably guess, despite my struggles for acceptance, rejection followed me everywhere. I wanted to be the cool kid, but discovered I was destined to be the “weird” one. Suffering from ADHD and constantly getting overly excited made keeping my enthusiasm and energy in check nearly impossible.
When examining your life, how would you described yourself? A fat-ass or a hard-ass? Yes, I actually ask my clients this question and get the same expression you just had reading that first sentence. I profess to my clients, with an uncontrollable tone of sarcasm, that reaching your personal fitness goals and maintaining them is rewarding and tough. This is typically followed by a disapproving look and me apologizing for something. Like many others, you may have experienced the dread that creeps into your workouts when they become monotonous. Or on a typical weekend afternoon, after a week of hitting it hard, your body may even scream, willing you to
Almost eight years ago, I lost something that had been with me from my early 20s and had defined me. Like many other people, I was addicted and couldn’t go a day without it. It felt strange to give it up and trade it in for something new. However, I gained something more valuable as I let go of what I had held on to for far too long. Here is how it all went down. On a fairly typical day, I placed my water bottle and towel on my favorite piece of cardio equipment. I was determined to spend another mundane hour of healthy indoor living while staring at