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Maybe I hate winter because I hate pants…

There are many things I don’t like about winter: the cold and the snow mostly. Don’t get me wrong. I like playing in the snow. There’s proof right here.

See my smile!

What I don’t like about winter is the day to day stuff. Driving through snow, for example. Dressing and undressing and hats and mitts and scarves and boots. All the things.

But most especially I hate wearing pants. In the summer I just don’t. Ditto spring and fall. But winter? Winter means pants. (I know I could wear skirts and dresses and knee high boots and fleecy tights but actually I can’t. Boots just don’t fit. I’m a cyclist.)

You can read why I don’t like pants in this post, The case against pants. It’s a personal preference. I’m a liberal about pants. See also Put on your pants! Or not. It’s about choice…

How about you? Pants fan or pants hater?

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Why does everyone have to knock running?

It’s kind of cyclical, the complaint that running is not a good choice if you want to get “fit.” The latest bashing came from this article, “Running is the worst way to get fit.”

Why? Injuries…blah..blah…minimal cardio benefits…blah…not as good as resistance training…blah blah…bad choice for fat loss.  Wait right there!

I have a few issues with this attitude.

(1) It’s not an either or. It’s not running or weight training or spinning or swimming or yoga or … In fact, it’s not even recommended to take up just one thing and do that. Cross-training! That’s where it’s at. So no. I don’t buy the “do weight training instead” argument one bit.

(2) Have we not yet learned that “fitness” does not equal “weight loss”? We spend a heck of a lot of time on this blog arguing for an alternative attitude. You can be fat and fit. You can be skinny and in poor health. And there are a whole bunch of other places on the on the continuum that don’t equate fat with unfit. So please, let’s stop with that equation. The author of that article I talked about up top sets things up totally wrong by starting out with: “Running is a crappy way to lose fat and an inferior way to boost cardiovascular health..”

(3) Running, done the right way, does improve cardio conditioning and that’s a fact. It’s not the only thing that gets your heart rate going. Other recommended cardio activities include rowing, biking, and swimming. But running is among the good choices. When I say “done the right way,” what I mean is that it’s true that most runners run either too slow or too fast for optimal training. I blogged about this recently. If you run at the same pace all the time, you’re not likely to get nearly as much benefit as if you mix it up–interval training with high intensity bursts peppered with lower intensity recovery periods, tempo runs where you push the pace a bit, and long slow distance runs where you slow it right down.

(4) Not all bodies are suited for running, and not all bodies are suited for the same kind of running. Sam wrote about the difference between elite sprinters and elite endurance runners. And of course, most casual runners are somewhere in between.

(5) If you hate running, just say so. You don’t have to do it. But you don’t have to dump on it either. I know lots of people hate running. I used to be among them (now I love it). When I googled running and cardio, I happened upon a slew of links offering alternative cardio routines for people who hate running. Like “Six Killer Cardio Workouts that Don’t Involve Running” and “Good News if You Hate Running” and “Ten Cardio Exercises that Burn More Calories than Running.

(6) There are all sorts of other reasons people like to run. I have a friend who resisted races and any kind of structured training for a long time because her main reason for running was for the time out.  Another friend who also writes finds that she works out some of her ideas while running in a way that she cannot do sitting in front of her computer. Picking up on the “time out” theme, I often find running to be meditative. Or not: sometimes I like to do it for the social time with friends.

(7) It’s also extremely portable. You can take running on the road very easily. And it’s a good way to see stuff. I’ve seen all sorts of parts of cities and towns that I’d never have seen if I didn’t run. A couple of weeks ago I had an incredibly energizing 14K that took me to the rural outskirts of Sackville, New Brunswick, where I was attending a conference. None of my other conference-going friends saw those parts of town. Places I’ve run include Zurich, Guayabitos (Mexico), Annapolis, Niagara Falls, Toronto, Vancouver, Banff, Ottawa, Collingwood, Manchester, San Francisco, to name a few.

I’m not saying anyone has to run. And I’d never claim it’s the only thing anyone should do if they want a well-rounded plan. But if you like running, it’s not the waste of time some people make it out to be. And while not all runners lose weight, lots of us don’t have that as a goal anyway. So what’s the problem? Weight loss is not the mark of a successful, healthy activity. For any activity you can name, there are loads of people who do it without losing weight. That’s hardly a reason not to do something.

Let’s back off from the annual attack on running. Some of us like it.

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december is the new january

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There’s a post in the drafts folder of the blog called “November is the new January” but frankly November kind of just pounced on me, tackled me to the ground, and pinned me before I even had a chance to tap the mat.

I keep losing track of time and dates and missing deadlines and losing things, including sleep. I’m blaming midterm grading frenzy and the US election. I mentioned to Tracy the other idea for starting something in November and she said, looking at me in a concerned way, and told me that it was already halfway through November. “You know that, right?” she asked.

It’s also been the weirdly warm weather that’s accounting for mistaking November for October. This week I was giving a talk at McMaster University and I was wearing tights and a skirt and wooly sweater. And I was way too warm. The daytime high was 20 degrees Celsius. That’s not exactly November weather.

And this post reminded me that I always struggle with November. November is the very worst month.

So let’s move on and think about December. Why December? I wrote last year about the natural pause in the typical cyclist’s training schedule. See Bye bye cycling rest period, hello trainer in the basement!. Why not just wit until the traditional January 1st kick off to a new year of fitness?

Here’s what I wrote about this last year:

Just a few years ago, my fitness would come to a screeching halt in October and I’d try to pick it back up again in January. Since we started this blog and ramping up our fitness efforts coming up to our 50th birthdays, the autumn slump hasn’t been so dramatic.

Since I started working with a cycling coach I’ve been riding on a trainer through the late fall and early winter. But still there’s a bit of gap, a transition between outdoor riding and indoor training, For the serious cyclists , it’s even got a name.

“Racing cyclists call this end of season break from cycling the ‘transition period’, as its name suggests, you ‘transition’ from one season to the next, and this rest is usually taken in October.”

See http://totalwomenscycling.com/fitness/end-season-taking-time-bike-will-make-faster-next-year-35303/#4HfbVTO8ih2G6IiT.97

I like the idea of hitting the holiday season with my fitness habits in place. It’s not about weight or dieting. It’s partly the stress of all the social stuff. I like my time at the gym. It’s also about aging. When I was younger I could take longer breaks. Now I notice fitness drops off quickly.

So yes, while I don’t generally make New Year’s resolutions, I do think about getting fit for next year’s cycling season. And for me this year, December 1st will be the new January 1st.

How about you? Are there natural highs and lows in your training schedule? More intense and less intense phases? How’s January 1st fit into all that?

 

family · fitness · sleep

Children and Changing Sleep Patterns, or Confessions of a Former Morning Person

I used to be a morning person.

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When I was riding and racing my bike in an organized fashion, I even had alarms that began with 4. Why? Because I rode to the start of training, which started at 6 am, and it was 20 km away, and I had to have breakfast first. Ditto when I swam with the triathlon club at the university. I had to be on the pool deck at 6 am ready to go. But again I was riding my bike to campus first and then there’s breakfast and so the need for an alarm before 5 am.

And while some days that involved snoozing the alarm clock, or hoping for rain, most days I was okay with it.

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When your life is like that you go to bed at 9 and you’re asleep, for sure, by 10 pm.

Now part of the reason that worked was that years of parenting small children had me wired for early rising. There’s no sleeping in with toddlers. And even slightly older children have morning activities that require parents getting out of bed quite early. I’m still the person in the house who wakes up first, makes coffee, and who yells at, pokes, and prods others to get them to work and school on time.

There was a golden period of parental sleep. That was when the kids first started sleeping in and my partner and I were still on the early rising schedule. We could get up, ride our bikes and be home before they were even awake. That felt like stolen time. Of course the reason it worked is that they weren’t going out at night. The teens stayed up late but they stayed up late playing games or watching movies at home. That didn’t last and it was followed by the years of night time worrying.

If you’re a regular reader you know I don’t have small children any more. There are large dependent adults sharing my house, all over the age of 18. And this fall for the first time, just one them.The other two are off at college, setting their own alarms, and making their own coffee.

The remaining teenager at home is 18. He’s out late a lot. He works late too. He goes to the gym in the evenings. And I don’t sleep very well these days. Partly because I worry. I’m practically a professional worrier. But also because there’s lots going on in my life and in the world that’s affecting my sleep.

So I’m now an evening exerciser. Like him. It’s a bit of an adjustment.

My emerging schedule seems to be in bed by eleven, alarm set for 7. My day begins with coffee and dog walking. More formal sorts of exercise happens at night. I’m going to the gym to lift weights tonight at 7 pm.

I’m not sure where I’ll land once there aren’t any kids living at home. My schedule so far has been driven by other people. I’m curious whether I’ll revert to my preference for very early morning exercise. For now though, I’m going with the flow and working out at night.

You? When’s your best time of day to fit fitness in?

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Hello Fit Feminist Community!

Hello again, readers and writers of Fit is a Feminist Issue!

I wrote last weekend about finding my fitness spirit animal. I’m happy to announce that I’ll now be writing on a monthly basis for the blog, every second Saturday of the month!

I thought I’d also take this opportunity to introduce myself somewhat more formally.

My name is Tracy de Boer and I am happily residing in Toronto, ON. I am completing my PhD in political philosophy with particular focus on property theory and feminist theory. (An unusual combination, yes, which is why I’m working on it!) I am also a freelancer who writes on social, cultural, and political issues and am looking to produce a podcast that covers similar issues.

My relationship to fitness has been an on-again-off-again one for much of my life. Over the last month or so, I decided to recommit to my health, fitness, and overall wellbeing in a more serious way. It seemed to me that writing about the experience would be a great way to keep myself motivated, accountable, and also provide me the chance to laugh at myself throughout the challenges and achievements.

I look forward to writing here and reading your reflections as well!

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“Embrace”: a body image documentary

On Wednesday, I went with a bunch of my book club pals to see “Embrace”, a 2016 documentary by Australian documentary filmmaker and photographer Taryn Brumfitt.  It was a special private screening organized by Nina Manolson, a Boston-area health and wellness coach.  The event was sold out, and we stood in a long line with a varied groups of (mostly) other women.  When we entered the theater, we had the opportunity to have our pictures taken.  How could we say no?

A photo of me with two book club friends, holding signs saying "your body loves you", "I am strong", and "I am proud of me"

a picture of three of my book clubd pals, holding signs saying "I am enough", "I am unique" and "I am beautiful"

Now to the movie:  It centers around the experience of the filmmaker Taryn Brumfitt, who became a social media focal point in 2013 around the following story (from a review, found here):

The project began in 2013 when Brumfitt, an Adelaide photographer and mother of three, posted a before and after photos of herself on Facebook. The ‘before’ shot showed her muscled and tanned, wearing a bodybuilder’s gold bikini and high heels. The ‘after’ shot revealed her laughing and naked (tastefully posed), her body now soft and natural and bearing the obvious signs of motherhood. The message was simple: this ‘fatter’ body was okay.

A before and after shot of filmmaker Taryn Brumfitt; the before shows her as a bodybuilder in a bikini; the after shows her naked, after giving birth.

The image went viral, even shared by the likes of Ashton Kucher. Seen by more than 100 million people worldwide, it caused an international media frenzy with Brumfitt being extensively interviewed and profiled. Apparently an average woman liking her average body was big news. Brumfitt was swamped with emails. There were the haters (‘being a mother is no excuse to let yourself go’ – and much worse) but mostly, they were messages seeking advice and help: How had she learnt to love her body?

Thus begins the saga of Brumfitt’s investigation into women’s views on their own bodies.  She interviews loads of women on camera, and the most common word they used to describe their bodies was “disgusting”.  This isn’t surprising to blog readers– many of our posts tackle issues of body image as they crop up in every facet of life.

Brumfitt interviews several women in the fashion industry, including a former editor of Cosmopolitan, Mia Freedman.  Freedman recounts a story of doing a photo shoot with so-called “plus-size” models in which both the photographer and makeup artist removed their names from the credits (presumably because of fear of negative reactions).  The message was clear: there is no room for body positive looks and fashion to exist on the same page.

But so much the worse for fashion, the film says.  Brumfitt offers a glimpse into the lives of many women who have embraced their bodies and put themselves out there on social media as acceptance and self-love ambassadors.

Brumfitt also takes a trip to the dark side: she films a consultation with a Los Angelese plastic surgeon.  He repeated pokes at one of her breasts, saying “the nipple is too low– it needs to be in the middle of the breast”.  Well, dude, here is where it is.  Deal with it.

Sadly, his way to deal with it is to propose a cornucopia of plastic surgery options.  This includes reshaping vulvas to be in accord with someone’s illustrated old-timey textbook idea of what a vulva looks like.  And because there is a brief shot of clinical photos of multiple vulvas (along with some brief nudity in non-sexual situations, as the reviewer Rochelle Siemienowicz points out):

…the Australian Film Classification Board has seen fit to give Embrace an MA 15+ rating, making it more difficult for the film to reach its intended audience, and thus proving the film’s very thesis. In a world swamped by altered, unrealistic and sexualised images of women, the normal female body remains controversial.

Yeah.  Ain’t that a kick in the head.

The film is overall quite positive, and has spawned a website, facebook page, and is being used by body positive groups and health and wellness coaches (like Nina Manolson,  who worked very hard to bring this film to the Boston area;  thanks, Nina!)

This wouldn’t be a review without a few obligatory quibbles.  First, I wish there had been more older women featured in the film.  We are living longer, and aging presents a lot of emerging issues about body image and self-love that would have fit in nicely with the theme.  Second, there could have been more diversity in the women portrayed, especially since the project was billed as a global exploration.  Brumfitt went to the US, Canada, the UK and Australia (among others), and she missed out (in my view) on the opportunity to include views of a lot of different looks among the variety of shapes and sizes and colors available in our population.  However, one film cannot be all things to all people.  It is, on the whole, saying good things to us and the people we associate with.  Go see it if you can.

One final note:  during the audience discussion after the film, there seemed a times to be a conflation of the self-love message.  Sometimes, it was this:  love yourself because your body (as it is on the outside) is beautiful.  Other times, it seemed to be this:  love yourself, because you have qualities that outstrip what you look like on the outside.  I’d like to see more (by more, I really mean all) women be able to state categorically:

“Bodies are beautiful.  Period.  Deal with it”.  Because they are.  Including mine.

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Mood Swings (Guest Post)

I’ve written before about how I use exercise to manage my mild anxiety and depression. I know I’m not alone in using exercise to manage not only my mental health, but also regular emotions. After all, if I were, rage yoga and countless motivational posters telling you to work out your anger wouldn’t exist.

Often, I use more “conventional” types of exercise – running, swimming, weightlifting…even just taking the dog for a walk and breathing some fresh air for a bit. I’ve also written before that I often struggle to motivate myself to actually go do these things.

And yes, I do take pride in being able to push myself to go put on my shoes, to hit the pavement, to jump into the deep end. But I’m also an advocate for the idea that you should do the exercise you want to do. If running isn’t your thing, don’t run. Find something else you like, and do that. And whatever that thing is, it doesn’t matter whether it’s conventional or not – just go do it. Haters gonna hate.

All this brings me to what has been my saving grace over the last couple of weeks: the humble swing set.

Every day, on my walk home from my university, I pass through my city’s botanical gardens, where a simple two-seater swing set stands by the gate. Rather impulsively, after a long and annoying day filled with interpersonal drama, thesis-writing woes, and the (then still-unfolding) election of Donald Trump, I threw my bag on the grass, plunked down in the seat, and started to swing. I hadn’t swung in a long time, and was surprised at how quickly a few pumps of my legs got me as high as the swing would go.

Something I never realized as a kid was that swinging is actually pretty physically engaging. Pumping your legs back and forth, hanging onto the chains so you don’t fall out of your seat, that slight lean back as you swing forward, pressing your chest forward as you swing back: my arms, legs, back, and abs could all feel it. Sure, it’s not weightlifting or triathlon training, and it may be a sign that I need to exercise more than I do, but I was surprised at how demanding swinging turned out to be.

It often happens to me that I don’t realize how I’m feeling until I’m moving. Exercise helps me think through problems and channel my energy into something productive. I’ve always been drawn to repetitive pursuits: knitting, swimming, running. These activities offer me a chance to tune out for a little bit. I find comfort in the repetition, which quiets the part of my brain that would normally dart around from one thought to the next, and lets me sink into more focused, calmer reflection. It shouldn’t be surprising, then, that swinging back and forth does exactly the same thing. The gentle rise and fall, the rush as you swing through the lowest part of the pendulum. Easy, predictable acceleration and deceleration. I’ve returned to the swing set a few times in the last few weeks because I find it calming and cathartic. When I’m angry, a few minutes of going all-out on the swing set is a surefire way to tone down the anger and start reflecting in a way that really gets to the heart of why I’m angry, think about what I can do about a situation, or work my way through a philosophical problem I’ve encountered while working on my thesis.

But there’s another benefit to swinging that keeps me coming back to that swing set, and it’s probably the most important aspect: swinging is really, really fun. Pushing harder, seeing how high you can make the swing go, falling through the air without fear of getting hurt. Is it any wonder that children flock to swing sets? They’re exhilarating! The physical activity helps me control my emotions, surely. But doing something just for fun is pretty great, too, and I think that part of swinging is at least as beneficial as the physical activity.

One of the swing sets I visit occasionally.
One of the swing sets I visit occasionally.

Chloe is presently completing her PhD in philosophy. When she’s not busy writing, she can usually be found knitting, gardening, cooking, sewing, stargazing, or lifting heavy objects.

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Slow and steady wins the race

by MarthaFitAt55

Over the past three years, I have focused on making changes in my lifestyle. The key one has been incorporating training sessions with a trainer. While I was a regular trail walker, aiming for a fairly strenuous outing two to three times a week, it wasn’t enough.

I knew from my reading that trying to change a whole bunch of stuff all at once to become a healthier person was not the best way to go. You either became resentful, frustrated, demoralized, or all of the foregoing, and I concluded that any attempt to change my lifestyle in this way was going to be doomed to failure.

I was also tired of the multi-tasking woman stereotype, and in the same way I had decided to make fitness a priority, I decided to be strategic in how I became healthier, and how I was going to invest in that process.

So when I made the decision to start working with a trainer, I signed up for only 12 sessions. If I could fit those in around my work and teaching, then I was going to be on the right road to success, I reasoned.

After the first 12 blocks, I signed up for another eight. This time I chose to have a standard Monday and Wednesday morning slot and the time was booked out indefinitely in my calendar.

I had heard it can take 28 days to form a habit, so signing up for four weeks of twice weekly sessions was a good way to cement the habit of learning how to train effectively.

As it turns out, the average is about 66 days to form a habit, and in some cases it can be as long as 254 days. Regardless, the key takeaway is that for most of us more time helps cement that new practice, so we should not be discouraged if it takes a little more time. That was good news for me, as after two years, I see the difference if I miss one, or even two of my twice weekly sessions for holidays or work commitments.

Now that I am quite comfortable with the training routine, I decided to look at my other habits that could be interfering with my health. I started with sleep, as my Fitbit told me daily how many hours of sleep I got each night, and whether it was good sleep or poor sleep.

I used to be a morning person. Then I had a child, and I turned into a night owl, because I was able to get so much more work done between 8 pm (his bed time) and midnight. But the data collected by Fitbit told me I was now a night owl and an early bird.

How does this affect health? Well the interval between bedtime and wake up was shrinking, and the resulting deficit was demanding an afternoon nap.

Now I have nothing against naps; they are marvelous and rejuvenating. In fact my child says my super power is that I can sleep anywhere and at anytime. But my work life doesn’t accommodate naps all that often, so I started getting ready for bed a half hour earlier to see what effect that would have. Once of the first things to emerge was my restlessness. When I had a solid seven hours of sleep that started earlier, I was less restless than if I got seven hours from a later bedtime.

Over three months I reset my sleep schedule and pushed my turn-in time from after midnight to between 10:30 and 11 p.m. There’s not a big difference if I go to bed later just once a week or once every two weeks, but too many late nights now throw my day off course. Better sleep means more stamina, fewer naps, and overall improvements in mood and perspective. Less sleep means decreased focus, more naps, and a definite downturn in my level of cheerfulness.

Now that I have fitness and sleep schedules I can maintain, I have turned to nutrition. A lot of lifestyle changes marketed for health reasons focus almost exclusively on weight loss and this is an area that is fraught for women. Right now I’m having fun exploring food as fuel rather than as a process of deprivation.

The driver here is learning to adapt my food intake to support my greater lifting goals. For example, allergies in the family mean fish is not a daily supper menu item. However since I’ve learned a few tricks on making and freezing cooked fish for my lunches, I have noticed a huge improvement in my arthritis affected hands. My grip strength and endurance have increased overall.

When I look back at my notes, I can see how making tiny changes add up to big results. It was one of the first lessons my original trainer gave me. Becoming too focused on big results meant I missed the many small gains I was making, and that included the new habits I wanted to build for the future. The best part is that I now have some indicators I can work with based on habits and practices that are sustainable for me.

— Martha Muzychka is a writer and communicator who is exploring new adventures in fitness, lifestyle, and personal health.

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Smile! How to be a sports mom

I’ve never been a sports mom. My step-daughter did lots of cool things, but the kind of sports where we had to spend lots of time in bleachers or stands was not among them (thank you, Ashley).

However, if I had been a sports mom, this is the kind that I would have liked to be (but would probably not have been):

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I have watched this video at least 15 times since I first saw it last week on Fit and Feminist Caitlin Constantine’s timeline. Every single time I love it, love it, love it. This woman looks like she’s a lot of fun. She exudes confidence and joy. And though her kids probably want to just die when they see her dancing, I totally admire her.

She’s got the moves.

And she’s having a blast. Which is more than I can say for most of my circle for the past little while.

So if you need to smile, just hit repeat on “When you bring your Mom to a Golden State Warriors game.” And if that doesn’t do it for you, try this adorable little scene that has nothing to do with sports. Yes, this is what the events of late have reduced me to.

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How Kate Found Real Fitness Inspiration: Saying No To Fitspo

I love Karen Browne’s work.

Kate is a PhD candidate in English Studies writing a dissertation on subjectivity in weight loss memoir that includes chapters on sideshow fat ladies, confession in Weight Watchers, fat/disabled subjectivity in Samantha Irby’s Meaty, and critical embodied pedagogy. She lives in central Illinois and her activities of choice are running, biking, powerlifting and “ya wanna do this thing with me?” She tweets @katebrowneblogs and run Ramp and Stair Exercise Club on Facebook.

She’s blogged here before on childcare as an access issue.

Here is her wonderful TED talk on loving movement and rejecting fispo.