fitness

Counting steps is hard

Forerunner® 15Well, counting them is easy but getting enough is hard work!

The other day I ran 3 km, I rode my bike, and I did a bunch of housework yet when I looked at my Garmin it read a measly 5574 steps. Short of my modest 7,000 step goal. And much short of the 10,000 step goal many people set.

I confess I’ve been skeptical about the step counting thing. I walk a lot. I have a standing desk. I live in a 3 story house, filled with teenagers, and I feel like I go up and down the steps all day.

But apparently not as much as I might think and especially not on the days I run.

It seems that one the days I run, I become, like my son, a sedentary athlete.

I’ve only been counting steps because I bought a Garmin watch for running. I wanted some way of tracking my pace and heart rate while I run and the one I chose also acts as a general activity tracker, keeping track of steps and reminding you to get up when you’ve been sitting too long. I like the MOVE! reminder.

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But I’ve become extra conscious of my sloth like behavior on days that I run or ride a lot. Today, finally, I made it. I ran and I counted 10,133 Steps | 100% of Goal. Phew.

See Nat’s post on fitness trackers, Count what matters and make what matters count.

equality · fitness · Guest Post · martial arts

Fighting Violence Against Women in India With Self-Defence (Guest Post)

Today we are probably living in one the most women conscious decade in Indian women’s history because of the all-time high number of cases of domestic violence against women. From domestic violence to rape we hear cases being reported every day by prominent national and international media organizations. No government, NGO or any other relevant organisation have until now delivered a viable solution to stop this widespread problem in India.

If you are a woman who has a weak heart, you may likely experience the problem and become a cold statistics. Here is my personal experience.

It was a just another night, I was walking back home with my family after a party. We were all chatting and laughing. All of sudden I realized that my grandmother was missing, my heart literally skipped a heartbeat. Although she is old by age but she looks relatively young and something might have happened in between our laughter’s noise. Next second I scanned the road and there she was walking ahead of all of us already reached the end of the road. I quickly communicated to my grandfather to hurry up and what he said changed my outlook of the so-called “women empowerment”.

And he said “Do you think anybody can even touch her; she can herself beat four men at a time”

These were simple words, but they were uncommon to define a woman. I myself fear to walk alone on a deadly deserted road even in daylight. I am younger than her, have travelled half of the country by myself, but still got nothing in comparison to her.

At that moment, I learned a new thing, may be a secret for a lifetime.

The secret was the confidence she had in herself. So I spend a few days studying her days and getting to understand the source of this confidence and there it was loud and clear. She has a lifestyle which has defined her health and lead to a fit body even in her 60s. She has been forever active, carry out most of the household task herself. She has a mindset to take up the challenges and hunt them down.

It was getting wild for me as the intrigued about the subject more because I needed a solution for myself and for every girl (especially in Delhi) who was haunted by the recent women related crime around the country. Her time was different; the world was typically safer, healthier, easier and different in terms of lifestyle as it is today. So the search began for an answer, a face which has a parallel confidence like my grandmother but can deal and work out for modern scenarios. The answer was right in front of me. My YouTube account linked me to a video of Mary Kom. There she was speaking, portraying and living as a feminist we all might need to grow to. She has won in a men’s game in a world where very few girls want to go in and fewer than them succeed. On one particular interview, she gave a very strong comment “I have been confident about myself”. As I read more and more about her she calmed me down and seems to have a way out. There was this fire and self-belief which was common in both of these women.

And so the answer was her trick self-defence.

Now just hold up the thought and consider this, if all the young girls get an opportunity to be trained to some basic level like Mary Kom, if we make them ready with self-defence training, and if we do that for an elongated time stamp, then we might be able to hit them hard and change their psychic. Let they redefine their world and take charge of their life. So next time when she want to go out she may not need her father or uncle or her boyfriend to go with her. The story of domestic violence which resides inside those closed doors may also rest in peace because our girls will be ready to face it and kill the beast in his face and stay as happy as possible.

So I immediately reached out Google “my best friend”, and to my surprise when I checked Justdial for a self-defence training there were more than 85+ options available just in Delhi. I was in a shock, it was going all around and I seemed to be among the last few to know.

I soon came out of my panic attack, as they say in Hindi ”Der aye durust aye” i.e. better late than never. I signed up for a Karate course and will be soon receiving my completion certificate.

The moment has not come yet for me to use my skill, but now when I walk on the road alone my heartbeat do not shoot up with every passing by car or a noisy bike rider. This training, of course have not killed all my fear but certainly it has given me a confidence to give a tough fight, to stay calm even in crisis and above everything this created a belief in me that I can do it. So I am now a permanent devotee to this religion of “Self-Defence” because it has completely changed my outlook towards the social fear and at some level it has also changed the perception of the people around me. Many of my friends have already followed my footstep and are really happy with the choice they made. Try it girls, you will feel the difference.

We have a tendency to delay things till it finally hurt us. But is not our safety our first priority?

If you were waiting for a wake-up call, this is it! There are enormous options in the market. Get out of your comfort zone today, see what suits you and join thousands of others who have realised this solution and have already taken their first step to a safe future.

Hey Lady!! You know what YOU can do it! Cheers!

About the Author:

Shivangi Bansal is an avid writer and self-defence advocate against violence against women in New Delhi. She shares fitness tips through her fitness blog and helps girls access the best gym in Delhi for self-defence training.

accessibility · advice · cycling

The rules of cycling rewritten

I’ve written before about cycling’s rules. See here and here.

The rules have been rewritten for young cyclists. See here.

And then there’s Phil Gaimon’s New Rules of Cycling. Enjoy!

We wave at one another. This includes e-bikes, kids on fixies, homeless people, even triathletes.

You want to race? Go to a bike race.

Suffering is a choice.

Don’t litter.

The new rules….

cycling · fitness

How far do you ride in a year?

My Garmin tells me that I rode 3,675 km in the past 12 months.

Note though that 1300 of those kms were ridden in one month last summer. I blogged about that month here. It was a lovely month that contained both a cycling holiday and the friends for life bike rally.

Note also that that’s outside riding only. I don’t track kms on the trainer.

And I don’t use the Garmin on my bike commutes, partly because I usually commute on a different bike and partly because I’m committed to not using my Garmin on the city’s multi use pathways. I’ll blog about why later.

I’m thinking of setting a distance goal for 2015. How’s 5000 km sound? Maybe 6000? Not sure.

Either way it’s a lot less than these guys plan to ride!

Two men race to beat 76-year-old mileage record

Few individuals are able to ride 75,065 miles on a bike in their lifetime, let alone in 365 days. But this year, two men are trying to do just that.

The Ultra Marathon Cycling Association has decided to bring back a record with a long history — the Highest Annual Mileage Record (HAM’R). The number to beat: 75,065 miles in 365 days, an average of about 205 miles per day.

Two men have been battling toward the record since January, but just recently the race became a bit more interesting. The contenders are 41-year-old Englishman Steven Abraham, who set out to beat the record on January 1, and 52-year-old American Kurt Searvogel — better known as “Tarzan” — who started his attempt shortly after, on January 10

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You can connect with me on Garmin here and on Strava here.

And I’m curious, how far do you ride in a year?

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fitness · swimming

On Doing What Makes Us Feel Like Kids Again

three children under water swimming, smiling.

The other morning at the end of a 6 a.m. training session in the pool, the coach told us to swim down to the flags about 3/4 of the way to the other side of the 25m pool.  The point: to do group sprints from there back to the end of the pool, about 20m.

When the four of us in my lane got to the flags, we treaded water waiting for her countdown.  Three, two, one…GO.  When you’re used to pushing off from the pool wall, starting up from treading water feels odd. The first few strokes almost don’t take at all.

But you know what I learned as I powered out of the deep end and made my way to the end of the pool as fast as I could, lane-mates doing the same alongside me? I’m not bad at it.  I gained momentum after a couple of strokes and sprinted the 20m or so to the wall.

I could feel that I’d pushed ahead of the others and when I touched the wall and looked up, I had a big smile on my face. The first thing out of my mouth was, “Let’s do that again.”

And we did. Three more times. Each time we positioned ourselves differently in the group, on each side of the lane or  to the middle, doing what we could to emulate race day. You don’t know exactly where in the pack you will be, even if you try to find a clear path with no one around you. It usually doesn’t work that way.

Three more times, “Three, two, one.., GO!” And three more times I felt like a kid all over again. It took me back to the days when I used to dive over and over and over off the board of our backyard swimming pool. I hollered, “Watch!” and then waited until I knew I had the attention of my mother or my father or my grandfather or, preferably, all three, as they lounged on the cedar deck beyond the shallow end.

Or the days when we raced, my brothers and I, from one end of the pool to the other, diving our shallowest racing dive and swimming our fastest freestyle. Or when we held our breath and swam 40 feet under water,  from the shallow end to the deep end. Or more. And when we came up for air, we were always smiling.

That’s how those sprints felt last week even though there was no one to call out to to “watch!”

Sam and I promote the idea that we should do what we love. If it’s not fun, then what’s the point? Even more than that, finding those things that take us back to the freedom of childhood is a precious gift.  You can sense it whenever Sam talks about riding the bike. So often she includes a little “whee!” in those posts.

With all the burdens of the grown-up world, I find it easy to feel weighed down. And for me, swimming releases me of that. When I’m in the pool, I don’t think of anything else. And when I’m sprinting with others…wow!

Not all of our activities can be like that. I love running, and I do experience a kind of freedom when I run. It helps me shed or at least park my worries for a period of time. But it doesn’t take me back to that more innocent time. Not like the pool does.

Looking for a photo for this post, I search “children swimming.” In just about every single of the hundreds of images my search yielded the kids were smiling ear to ear. Yep. That was me.

What takes you back to that childhood sense of freedom? Think about it. Then, if you’re not already doing it, make a plan!

Here’s Sam’s answer.

dogs · family

Dogs are awesome!

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I love dogs. And there’s a dog shaped hole in my life right now. As some of you know we lost two dogs this year, plus my mother, who lives right next door, said goodbye to her elderly dog, Bronte.

Our big dog Manny drowned last winter after falling through the ice on the river, after chasing a duck. Our medium dog Olivia recently came down with a kidney/liver disease and died after a couple of weeks of veterinary attention. Sad times.

Not having a dog all of a sudden makes you realize how much of your life is shaped around having a dog. I miss Olivia and Manny, in particular as I loved those dogs very much, but I also just miss the company in the morning, throwing sticks in the backyard, and taking walks through the woods. I know you can hike without a dog. I get that. But dogs get you out the door and they love it so much it’s hard not to share in the joy, even in the depth of winter.

There is a lot of dog content on this blog! I’ve written Jogging with dog versus running with son, Dogs are natural intuitive exercisers, and Injuries, exercise, and thank God for dogs.

We’ve also had a two part series on running with dogs, Part One: Running with Dogs and Failing and Part Two: Running With Dogs and Succeeding. Thanks Joan Forry.

And our guest bloggers are in on the action as well. Cate wrote Canine Fitness Coach and Audrey wrote Three Reasons Why My Dogs Are My Fitness Heroes. We feminist fitness types love our dogs.

My family has decided to get another dog/puppy. No big surprise there. There are reasons to do so, of course. See The 11 Science-Backed Reasons You Need to Get a Puppy and Dogs Get You Moving.


But in a way the reasons are kind of besides the point. We love our canine companions and we want another one in our lives. We’re committed to rescue puppies and dogs and so we’re scouting the local agencies. I’ll report back when we find one that’s a good match.

 

fitness

I love spring! But where are you spring?

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Hate spring? How could you? I love spring.

I lament that it doesn’t last long enough. As much as allergies bother me, I love the gentle warmth and the gentle light of spring. Soon it will be hot and I’ll be running at night and early morning to avoid the heat. Spring doesn’t last very long in this part of the world. It’s one day snow, the next day hot.

It hit 20 C last week and a friend posted, “I hear Montreal spring was lovely this year. Too bad I missed it while I was in the shower.”

And it also goes back and forth between hot and cold. I’m writing this in a coffee shop in Toronto on the way back between trying on my Friends for Life Bike Rally jersey (please sponsor me!) and catching the train home to London. It’s windy, rainy, 4 degrees, with some chance of “snow flurries.” The forecasts say that at this time of year, as if there were other sorts of flurries.

I’m hoping to ride my bike tomorrow. I’m thinking again about spring riding and limits. Rain? Yes. Cold? Yes. Windy? Yes. But the combo? No way. We’re hoping for cold and calm and sunny.

Spring makes me so very happy. And I’m not alone. See How Warm Weather Influences Our Mood, According To Science if you want actual evidence!
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accessibility · body image · fitness · yoga

Is fat yoga exclusive, in a bad way?

I was happy to see in the New York Times style section a piece on fat yoga, They’re Not Afraid to Say It: ‘Fat Yoga’

Why the need for special fat yoga? I guess really that’s two questions in one. Why have a special class? And if you’re going to have a special class, why call it “fat”?

The New York Times addresses both questions. Thanks Ragen Chastain!

“Many fat people have had terrible experiences at a regular studio, where the teacher assumes they’re a beginner, is unwilling to touch them or is condescending and sees them through their own prejudice,” said Ragen Chastain, a writer in Los Angeles who blogs at danceswithfat.org.

She said she applauds the honest labeling of these specialized studios.

“If you sell bubble gum, you want a sign that says you sell bubble gum,” Ms. Chastain said. “These names say, ‘fat yoga here.’ If you’re fat and want to do yoga, go here.”

For more on the “Why call it fat?” question see Ragen’s excellent post, Why Do You Call Yourself Fat?

But is “fat yoga” exclusive, in the bad sense of being unfairly discriminatory? One of the commentators at our blog’s Facebook page worried about this. She wrote, “I don’t like that it excludes people. What about those of us who are average, but perhaps struggle with body image and are uncomfortable in a “skinny yoga” class. Yoga needs to be inclusive.”

Now to be clear not all kinds of exclusions are unfair. At 50, I can’t claim a seniors’ discount at the movies just yet.  If I showed up at the velodrome early Saturday afternoon, it would be just fine for the person in charge to say, “I’m sorry. This is when the kids get to train and ride on the track.” And there’s a long history of making spaces in a particular place or activity for those from underrepresented groups. See Tracy’s posts on women only races and workout spaces.

Tracy wrote, “We might react more negatively to races for men only, wondering why they were excluding women. We might even go so far as to say that they are sexist because they discriminate against women.  Why should we regard women-only races any differently? To answer this question, we need to think about the reason for them. The idea of spaces for women only has been around for a long time.  Author Virginia Wolff talked about the need for women to have “a room of their own.” She reasoned that the women of her day had been discouraged from pursuing an education, let alone having careers as writers, because only boys were expected to produce art or seek employment that might require an education.”

It’s not a new debate, the need for size acceptance in the gym, even if the plus sized yoga thing is new. I wrote a bit about plus sized gyms in this piece, Working Out While Fat.

I’ve often thought I’d like to teach a fitness class for big people, one that doesn’t mention weight loss at all. No mention of calories burned or looking good in your skinny jeans. I’m cool with people trying to lose weight–I’m not without goals in that department myself–but my dream class would focus on fitness and moving for fun only. The Y’s fitness instructor certification classes look like they might be fun. And I think I’d have a blast teaching spin classes too. Perhaps I’ll get my certification as part of this ‘fittest at fifty’ project.

Clearly, there’s a need for a spaces without fat shaming. A gym in Vancouver, Body Exchange, set out to create a safe haven for plus size exercisers but it ran into controversy with its plans not accept skinny members.

The Province interviewed Tony Leyland, from Simon Fraser University’s department of biomedical physiology and kinesiology, about the plus sized gyms and he was adamant that people not downplay the social value of creating safe places for mothballed bodies.
Leyland also says some bodies are naturally resistant to being lean. Even slightly pudgy people can be terrific athletes, he says. “Fitness trumps a lot of things,” he says. “The evidence is clear that people are really going to benefit from getting fit whether they lose weight or not.”You can read more about it here, Canada’s only plus size fitness company: no skinnies need apply.
I’m still not sure of what I think of a plus size only gym–generally speaking I prefer inclusion to hiding out in safe spaces and I worry that then people would think that’s where you belong, “Get thee to the fat gym”–but I think plus size, healthy at every size inspired classes would be lovely.
What do I think about fat yoga? I’d go in a heart beat. I love yoga but I find it one of the least comfortable exercise spaces out there. The association of yoga with young, perfect bodies is too close to comfort for me.  I’m often both the oldest and largest person in the yoga studio and frequently hear comments that are meant to be supportive but aren’t at all. You know where the person assumes you’re trying to lose weight or are just starting out.
Now some of that is true too at cycling events and at CrossFit, but I don’t feel the need for especially supportive environments for those activities, or at least not especially supportive by way of excluding thin people. But in yoga, I’d be happiest without thin people anywhere near me. Even thin people I love. I’ve wondered about why. The best answer I can come up with is that I’m lousy at yoga. I have a cyclist’s inflexible body but in yoga contexts people have seen that as connected to my size, not my strength.
There’s also my own associations of yoga with beauty and grace. It’s a kind of beauty I just don’t possess. I’m powerful yes, graceful not so much. (Though some of that has come with Aikido.) Cue childhood story of being kicked out of ballet for having “the grace of a baby elephant.”
Bottom line: I’m comfortable running/biking/swimming with people of all different shapes but give me yoga with people close to my size please!
This is true even though “fat” isn’t my preferred word to describe me. Give me “big” or “brawny” any day. I’m a girl galoot! (Is “galoot” even gendered?”) See Fat or big: What’s in a name?
So yes, I’d go to fat yoga. I love the instructor’s t-shirt.
What do you think? Exclusionary in a bad way? Would you go?
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Additional reading:

Should Gyms Be Allowed To Ban The ‘Thin’?

Let Me Hear Your Body Talk: Aerobics for Fat Women Only, 1981-1985 by Jenny Ellison

competition · cycling · family · training · traveling

Sam’s summertime plans!

I have two posts currently in the drafts folder of our blog. One is called “why I can’t make plans this summer” and the other is called, obviously, “summer plans.” (This post is a combination of the two.)

What’s in the way of plans?

First, my own health. I’ve got surgery sometime this spring, not yet scheduled. Nothing too serious but it’ll require a few weeks off outdoor training.

Second, a close family member is seriously ill and I don’t want to be too far from home. I’ve cancelled lots of work travel and can’t hold dates for recreational athletic pursuits.

Third, I’ve got an appointment with a knee surgeon on May 11th to see what my options are and what my athletic future will and won’t hold. My bad knee news is here. I’ve already said good-bye to soccer and I really hope that’s all that’s on the chopping block.

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So I’ve got stuff scheduled in but I’m not registering or making commitments until the last minute. It’s another year of tough choices. But if all goes well, here’s a list of the things I’d like to do. I worry that I’m “half-assing” it. But this isn’t a “full ass” summer. Bigger things matter besides running and biking much as I love riding my bike.

June 28th-July 2nd:  Biking on Manitoulin. A planned holiday with family and friends, flat roads, no cars, beautiful countryside. A chance to relax with my bike and log some kms. Friends Nat and David, Rob and Sumaya, are joining Jeff and me this time.

July 5th: MEC century, http://events.mec.ca/event/44331/mec-london-century-ride-2015. We’ll be riding either the 100 km or the 160 km route. Not sure yet who the “we” involves. Likely Nat and her partner, Kim, David, and me.

July 11th: Kincardine Women’s Triathalon Fun, fun, fun. It’ll be me, Tracy, my cousin Tara, my sister in law and guest blogger Susan, my daughter Mallory and our regular weekend blogger Nat. Am I missing anyone? Tara, Susan and I are doing the duathlon. It’s super short, run 3 km, bike 15 km, run 3 km. I’ve done it lots before, in the hot hot sun and in the pouring rain.

Here is me, in the rain, at the 2007 race:

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July 26th-August 2nd Friends For Life Bike Rally I’m riding 600 km again! This time with guest blogger Susan.

August 8-9: Bracebridge Duathlon If Mallory is able to join me, I’d like to do a duathlon this summer. We wanted to do the Chatham Kent one and camp in Rondeau Park again. It was fun last year and we both got medals. But it’s cancelled and so if schedules permit we might try Bracebridge instead.

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August 15, Three Ports Tour

  • Every August, cycle 1 of 3 routes through several villages, with supported stops offering food and drinks with lunch provided at midpoint in Port Bruce.
    You’ll ride through:
    Aylmer’s friendly mainstreet
    Pastoral Amish Settlement
    Otter Valley’s Challenging downs and ups
    Port Burwell’s Heritage Lighthouse
    The Lakeshore’s Negative Tailwind
    Port Bruce’s Quiet Charm
    Historic Sparta
    Bustling Port Stanley
    Southern Ontario’s rich farmland
    Numerous Climbs
    All proceeds go to Forest City Veledrome and the Environmental Leadership Program at East Elgin Secondary School.
    Quiet, challenging, scenic – a route by cyclists for cyclists.

Either the 100 km or the 160 km and I’m not sure yet who is coming with me.

August 21-22, Canoeing and camping in Algonquin with guest blogger Susan and family. She blogged about canoeing here.

September 13th: Halton Epic Tour. I did it last year with Kim and Dave and wrote about our adventures here. Last year David was recovering from an injury and so we opted for the 80 km distance only to find out later that the 90 km version had all the hills of the 140 km.

I’d also like to do an end of season duathlon if running is still in the cards for me.

So wish me luck, in the events I get to do, and in all the life circumstances that make planning difficult. And sponsor me in the bike rally if you can.

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body image · fitness · Guest Post · Rowing

Strong and beautiful women are “heavy” women – for real! (Guest post)

I’ve been inspired to write this post by two amazing feminist-forward events in the last seven days – one of them local, and one of them global.

LOCALLY – as in, right here on this blog – the smart and beautiful Sage Krishnamurthy McEneany, who is seven years old and also wise beyond her seven years, wrote a moving post about wanting to be “strong” rather than a pretty princess, because princesses NEVER get the chance to save themselves, and because strong is pretty freaking beautiful in a woman. I cannot tell you how much I loved this post, and how much I admired Sage for writing it. Please check it out if you missed it!

GLOBALLY, the (EXTREMELY STRONG AND THEREFORE VERY BEAUTIFUL) female rowers from Oxford and Cambridge Universities made history last Saturday when they competed in the first ever women’s Boat Race on the Thames Tideway, alongside their male counterparts (who have been rowing that storied race for decades, without any commentary on how improper or unladylike such a competition would be). I’ve written a post on my blog, The Activist Classroom, about the awesomeness of the eight Oxford women who won the race – please check it out. Meanwhile, however, and in light of Sage’s wise post, I would like to blow your mind for a moment with an important statistic.

Here is a photograph of the eight Oxford women who crewed the winning boat last week:

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Don’t they look strong and trim and fantastic? Which, for women raised in the world in which I was raised (North America circa the late 20th century), means: They look thin! Which, again, means: they look so small/light/I bet they weigh nothing!!

Look at the image again.

The LIGHTEST woman in this photograph (for the record: Maxie Scheske, who rows in the bow because she is the lightest) weighs 66.6kg – or 147 pounds.

Read that again: the SMALLEST woman in this photograph weighs one hundred and forty seven pounds.

The HEAVIEST woman in this photograph (for the record: Caryn Davies, a two-time Olympic gold medalist, who rows stroke because she is the most powerful and experienced woman in the boat) weighs 78.4kg – or 173 pounds.

That is right. Read it again. ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY THREE POUNDS.

It’s true, folks: strong women weigh, like, more than you think. Because muscle is heavy. And every single woman in the above photograph is full of glorious, beautiful, heavy muscle – that is why they row so fast! Here they are again, in case you could not believe your eyes the first time around:

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Growing up, I was tyrannised by the idea of being too heavy. My mom, who struggled with her weight for most of my childhood, was ashamed when she was overweight, and she was in no way alone – every woman I knew was trying to eat as little as possible so she could take up as little space as possible. (As if taking up space is a bad thing!! ONLY if you drink the patriarchy juice, ladies.) I grew up believing girls should weigh less than 100lb, and grown women less than 140lb (at the most!!), and trust me – I failed this particular test multiple times. So I grew up feeling ashamed, too – even though I was probably a relatively normal weight most of my young life. Today, I am lean, fit, and strong – but my BMI is just shy of 25 (the “cutoff” that signals “overweight”). Why? Because I am an athlete with a lot of gorgeous heavy muscle – not a wasting princess who waits around for a stronger boy to save her.

Ladies, hear me when I say that the eight women who rowed victorious into history last Saturday – along with their eight very formidable adversaries from Cambridge – are the most beautiful women I have seen in a long time. I keep returning to the photos I’ve posted here, because they look so great and I so want to emulate them, in their strength and power and resilience. I ALSO want to emulate them in weighing enough to be strong, powerful, and resilient like them – which means I need to weigh a lot more than you would think I need to weigh in order to be “pretty”. Weight is strength. Strong is beautiful.

Kim