fitness

Ritual, Meditation, Solstice, Birthday, Day-to-Day Fitness

Several years ago, I started the practice of completing 108 Sun Salutations (asanas) at the change of seasons. The first time I practiced it was with a group at a local yoga studio for the Summer Solstice.

Doing 108 Sun Salutations worked for me right away. I enjoy yoga and have practiced it, here and there, for many years. I wouldn’t call myself a yogi, but I do it enough that I can say it’s part of my regular practice. On the list of types of fitness I employ regularly, it is probably 3rd or 4th on the list. It gets done, but after I’ve gotten my run or my strength workout in. I am not always adept at the more advanced movements of yoga. For example, arm balancing and headstands (I blame the arm balancing woes on my hips that will not allow my knee to rest properly on my arm) but doing 108 Sun Salutations is firmly in my wheelhouse. I am good at push-ups and part of the vinyasa in a sun salutation involves a form of push-up. I enjoy doing repetitive, meditative motions. Long distance running works for me, for the same reason. Long distance running becomes a repetitive, meditative motion that applies balm to my, sometimes, worrying, anxious, over-thinking, lonely (in the past), angry, excited, human brain. Same goes for bread baking and pasta making (I really should do more of that).

There are a number of reasons that yogis practice 108 Sun Salutations at the change of seasons. A basic description is “Practicing 108 Sun Salutations is a meditative practice that connects the body, the mind, and the universe specifically when nature is undergoing a change. And coupled with this change in nature, yogis can start once again, fresh, renewed and inspired.”

Here’s a handy “vinyasa breakdown” for those not familiar with it. The vinyasa forms part of the Sun Salutation. This chart provides both modified and traditional parts of the vinyasa:

At the start of each 108 Sun Salutation attempt, I think of words I want to carry me through the process, perhaps the season ahead. When I started the practice this year, on June 21st at about 6:30 am, I thought “Pleasure. Health.” 

108 Sun Salutations often starts off a bit clunky feeling. Your body/mind is remembering the flow of bending forward, choosing a leg to go backwards first, lowering to the ground, rising in “up dog” and then flowing back to a down dog and deciding if you will step forward or jump forward.

This time was no different. It didn’t help that I also had a piece of paper at the head of my mat to check off 108 down dogs 108 (12 sets x 9) and was sorting out the best place to keep it, when to check it off in the vinyasa, without disrupting the flow.

The thing about doing 108 Sun Salutations, is that within a few vinyasas, your mind/body connection takes over and figures it out. At this point, I was in flow. The words of “Pleasure. Health” were still there, but other words such as, “Curiosity” and “Patience” emerged. I also started jumping forward about a 1/3 of the way in, which is not my natural inclination, but felt good, this time.

To me, this is where the gold lies. Whether it’s a long run or a set of 108 Sun Salutations, I may have intentions or ideas of what I want to focus on, but the meditative state allows my subconscious to bring out other areas that I may want to contemplate.

These words or mantras that form part of my inspired mind/body connection during movement practices, follow me though out my day(s).

Where can I use Patience in my day, with myself, with others, with work, with goals?

Where can I use the idea of Curiosity with my day, with myself, with others, with work, with goals?

Who doesn’t want good health for themselves and others? Who doesn’t want a pleasurable year ahead? But – what I might also really want to focus on is – Patience and Curiosity.

It just so happens that the Summer Solstice is 2 days before my birthday. Birthdays are another time for contemplation. The combination of the Solstice practice and my birthday offer me an opportunity to consider things that have passed and, potentially, what may be to come. To me the best reason to consider these things is to use the lessons to help be a better person, wife, friend, co-worker, etc. The contemplation and lessons are also there in my daily workouts and part of the reason fitness is so integral to my mental health, but, a yearly reminder is welcome to me.

This is what I know, on the week I turn 51:

  1. Career transitions are worthwhile;
  2. Acknowledging feelings relating to the subtle changes of a new “stage” of life is healthy;
  3. Despair is an emotion that becomes more present with age, whether it’s connected to anything real or, perhaps, residue from things bigger in worldview;
  4. The above comment sounds more serious than it’s meant to. It’s a recognition of these emotions, not something overwhelming or focussed on; and
  5. Continuing to use practices that are meaningful to me, such as completing 108 Sun Salutations or going for a long run or pushing that iron, is valuable for me because these practices provide inspiration for how to “be” in day-to-day life.

As another year around the sun passes for me, I am grateful for my regular fitness practices. As I say almost every time I run “I Am. I Can. I Will. I Do. Envision. Thank You.”

Nicole P. is grateful for another trip around the sun and looking forward to a year ahead of more fitness adventures, perhaps with some curiosity and patience involved.
fitness

Sports memes: Funny/Not Funny?

We’ve seen them pop up all over the place. Memes are everywhere. Heck, I once downloaded a meme maker and a hysterical dog photo my friend posted so I could make a bunch of foolish memes that amused us all at a team-building event.

Some of the memes are spot on, but there are others that get the side-eye quite strongly. I’m talking about the fitness, aging and injury ones. Here’s a typical example:

A person with a three piece suit is dancing in the foreground while the text above reads: I’m sorry you’ve reached an age where playing air guitar can cause an injury.

Or how about this one:

The image shows a blue-coveralled minion. The text reads: I’m not old I Just Need Some WD-40.

Okay, let’s have one more:

This one has two rectangles, one blue on top and one yellow on the bottom. The blue box says: Childhood injuries: 1. Fell off my bike. 2. Fell out of a tree 3. Skinned my knee. The yellow box reads Adult Injuries 1. Slept wrong 2. Sat down too long 3. Sneezed too hard.

I told a friend these memes fell into the Funny/Not Funny camp as they skate very close to the truth, especially the third meme. As a child, I never fell out of a tree, but I skinned my knee, scraped my face, fell off my bike loads of times, and got up the day after and did it all again. As a grown-up, all three have happened and it rots my socks.

It bothers me because I am careful when I move: I warm up in the gym, I make sure I have the right shoes, I pay attention to instructions, and I make sure I have a good shower after to coddle my muscles and offset the potential for delayed onset muscle aches. If I am stunned enough to sit too long, I will cop to the inevitable seizing I feel, but

So when sleeping wrong and sneezing too hard result in aches and stiffness, it’s hard not to feel resentful. I do laugh at the minion wanting WD40 for less resilient muscles and bones; I often joke that my supply of Voltaren is WD40 for humans.

But is aging synonymous with injury? Not necessarily. However the risk of serious injury and more significant consequences do increase because as we get older, we slow down, our reactions aren’t as swift, and our recovery may be hindered by other age-related factors.

Falling off a bike as a teen might break a bone but their risk of dying from more complicated breaks like hips or pelvises is quite low. Falls are actually the leading cause of death in people over 65.

And yet. Motion is lotion as my physio is fond of saying. Maintaining basic fitness through walking, swimming, and so on helps bones stay strong, your heart keeps beating, and helps you manage the activities of daily living with relative ease. If you engage in more challenging sports, your risk for injury may be higher depending on your skill; however, it will also strengthen the things that matter.

The memes might make me twitch on the odd occasion because the implication is older people do not engage in fitness and so their risk of injury comes from things like turning the wrong way in bed or falling asleep on the couch watching tv. Nonetheless, the clever ones make me laugh, and so far, the only thing laughing really hard has caused is the occasional bout of hiccups.

How about you? Do these memes bug you, make you think, or make you laugh? Tell us in the comments.

MarthaFitat55 feels she still has the sense of humour of a four-year-old.

boats · cycling · fitness · holidays

Happy to be biking and boating, the 2023 edition

Sarah and I have holidayed a few times visiting Jeff on the boat and bringing our bikes. The best trips have involved canals or rivers with bike paths along the side. I think my favourite were the Montreal locks and bike paths. (We haven’t always done so well on the roads in cottage country.) I haven’t done it in awhile because of my knee troubles, but now with surgeries behind me, I’m back.

This trip combined two things–helping Jeff get the boat up the Welland Canal and giving me a chance to try out cycling in the real world. The idea is that you get on the boat, leave the car, get to the end, and then bike back to get the car.

The Welland Canal, connects Lake Ontario to Lake Erie with a series of 8 locks. “Regulations require a minimum of 3 crew. For those with less, there are people who will provide this service for a fee.” So this time we were actually needed on the boat.

Here’s a map of the canal:

You can read more about the trip and see more photos on Jeff’s blog here.

“Average transit time is about 12 hours. However, crews need to be prepared for longer times.” That’s from the online guide to the lock and it turned out to be important advice. We had to bike back to the car as it was getting dark and I should have packed lights.

We started out at Lock 1 at 9 am but had to wait for some shipping traffic to come through. These are commercial locks and the big boats definitely take priority. There was a fair amount of waiting. Shipping traffic was running in both directions but pleasure boats alternate days for upbound and downbound trips.

It felt pretty adventurous getting the boat through the locks. It was just us and Dixie Chicken, a boat from Maryland, and they had 6 people on board.

By the time we got to Port Colbourne it was 8 pm and getting dark. We quickly changed into bike clothes, grabbed some pizza and hit the trails. I was so happy to ride outside and discover that I could in fact do it.

Here’s me on my bike and some very happy smiles.

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AMA says: BMI isn’t a good measure of health (which is what we’ve been saying here since 2012)

News flash: the American Medical Association finally managed to accept and acknowledge publicly what many experts have been saying for decades (backed by truckloads of data and studies): BMI (body-mass-index) is itself not a good measure of overall individual patient health. In this NY Times article, a medical researcher specializing in health and body weight was quoted as saying:

“The B.M.I. is just a very poor measure of general health… Someone with an elevated B.M.I. may be perfectly healthy.”

Seriously. Duh.

This same article quoted one of my favorite body weight researchers, UCLA’s Janet Tomiyama whose work focuses on the harmful health and health equity consequences of stress, dieting, and fat shaming.

 “[it’s] not this magic or powerful number that dictates how healthy or sick you’re going to be,” said A. Janet Tomiyama, a professor of psychology at the University of California, Los Angeles, who has studied B.M.I. and said she was “in shock” about the new policy. “For the longest time, I’ve been in this emperor-has-no-clothes situation, where I just couldn’t understand why really smart physicians continue to rely on something that was so clearly flawed.”

Hells yeah!
Hells yeah! (from Crazy Rich Asians movie, in case you haven’t seen it, which I personally think you should)

You may be wondering, though, why this organization, after resisting studies for so long, has finally changed its tune on BMI. Here’s a bit of what the American Medical Association had to say:

Under the newly adopted policy, the AMA recognizes issues with using BMI as a measurement due to its historical harm, its use for racist exclusion, and because BMI is based primarily on data collected from previous generations of non-Hispanic white populations.

Also:

 [BMI] does not account for differences across race/ethnic groups, sexes, genders, and age-span. 

Oh, really?

Tell me something I DON'T know... Hmphf.
Tell me something I DON’T know… Hmphf.

Honestly, I’m glad and relieved that the AMA is finally finally finally openly (if grudgingly) acknowledging what researchers have known for decades was false and harmful about using BMI as a metric for individual health. If you’ve been reading this blog for more than a week, you’ve seen that we spend a lot of time identifying anti-fat bias and debunking specious claims about BMI. Here are a few posts we’ve written:

Fit, Fat, and What’s Wrong with BMI (Sam in 2012)

A brief note from the BMI war front (Catherine in 2016)

“Obese” is a bad word– it’s got to go (Catherine in 2015)

There are literally dozens of posts on this topic, written by all of us at one time or another. One place to browse through them is here. Of course, it’s one thing for us– the readers and writers of this blog to know the limitations and flaws of using BMI in medical contexts. It’s another thing to a) get the message out to the general populace; and b) change clinical practice to phase out BMI-assisted fat shaming in health care. I’m hoping this one step will be followed by more.

Make sure to bookmark this post, and take it with you next time you see your healthcare provider. Let us know how the conversation goes.

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Spinning for Susan, Pedaling for Parkinson’s, Year Two

You can join us! Sign up here.

Right now it’s Emily, Sarah, Susan, Catherine and me.

It’s a very lovely bike ride in scenic Prince Edward County. There are 45 km and 75 km options. The event is August 19th.

“Pedaling for Parkinson’s invites cyclists to gear up for Parkinson’s and ride toward progress. When you join Pedaling for Parkinson’s, you fuel the work of Parkinson Canada by funding research, providing care, and creating resources, news, and events that transform the lives of people touched by Parkinson’s. Since its inception in 2011, Pedaling for Parkinson’s has raised more than $2 million to support the Parkinson’s community.

Together, we have an immense impact on the research being done, the services being offered, and the people being supported every day.”

And if you aren’t up for riding this year but still want to help out, please consider donating here.

Here’s our report from Year 1:

fitness · nature · season transitions · temperature and exercise · yoga

Christine Pretends It’s Summer

I’m a creative and imaginative person and I enjoy using those skills in all kinds of different contexts.

I do not, however, enjoy having to use my creativity and imagination to pretend that it is summer.

Sure, technically, that’s the season we’re in but in my part of NL we have been having a very unsummery June.

We’ve had lots of rain, drizzle, and fog (a.k.a. RDF) and, as of last week, we hadn’t reached 20 degrees Celsius yet. I’m not sure if that one sunny day we had recently broke that unfortunate streak of chilly temperatures but even if it did, one warm day can’t really shake off the gloom of so many dreary ones.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I am grateful to be safe from drought and fires and smoke. I recognize that there are far greater troubles in the world than a month of disheartening weather.

But disheartening weather is still disheartening.

And I could really use some heartening during this emotionally difficult time in my life.

It’s much easier to feel hopeful, try new things, and get yourself moving when you have some sunshine and when you can wear bright colours.

(Yes, yes, I can wear bright-coloured clothing at any time but my summer clothes have a different feel to them – you know what I mean!)

Anyway, despite the disappointing weather, I have still been doing some summery things – a little gardening, tidying the yard, taking longer walks, using my swing, and sitting outside to read (bundled in a blanket, but still!)

Yesterday morning (Monday), though, I took it a step further and really pretended that the weather was warm.

A photo of a yoga mat on a deck on a dull day, deck chairs, railings, trees, a lawn and a swing are in the background.
Image description: a close-to-the-ground cloudy day photo of my patio with my yoga mat stretching out length-wise between the camera and the space where my patio steps are. At the far end of the mat, on either side of the opening for the steps are patio railings (wooden tops with black uprights), a patio chair with a red cushion, and a white table hanging off the railing. Beyond the deck is a green lawn and on the far side of the lawn there are trees and a fence and an orange patio chair. My green disk swing is hanging from one of the trees.

Yep, I dragged my mat outside and practiced out there.

It was only about 6 degrees Celsius, it was threatening to rain, and the sky was dull, but I did my yoga outside because that’s the kind of thing I like doing this time of year.

The weather is making it hard to feel summery but I am determined to have a summer fun all the same.

Even if it starts to rain immediately after I take photo evidence.

a photo of Khalee - my light-haired, medium-sized dog standing on my deck looking back over her shoulder towards me. Most of the ​deck boards are wet with rain but the ones closest to me are sheltered by the roof overhang so they aren’t wet yet.
Image description: a photo of Khalee – my light-haired, medium-sized dog standing on my deck looking back over her shoulder towards me. Most of the deck boards are wet with rain but the ones closest to me are sheltered by the roof overhang so they aren’t wet yet.
fitness · strength training

Sam is cultivating strength

I love my new workout t-shirt! I found it on the Facebook page for a gym of the same name.

And I like the idea of cultivating strength as a goal. I blogged recently about whether strength might be my fitness focus for my sixties.

I like “cultivate” as a verb.

I’ve been gardening lately and helping plants grow. Maybe that’s the right approach to take to muscles and strength. Your job is to provide the right conditions. I’m the case of plants that’s sun and water. For my muscles it’s nutrition, rest, and training.

Here are some plants, mostly from our garden:

cycling · fitness · strength training

Ramping back up, but what are my long term goals exactly?

I’ve been cleared for return to regular exercise. Woohoo!

Yahoo!

As my surgeon said, “Go lead your best life.” I’m a philosopher, not just by inclination but with professional training and credentials, and so the question of ‘best life’ and what constitutes one for me raises lots of questions, only some of which I take up here.

“I don’t know who needs to hear this but living your life to the fullest does not have to involve hiking.”

Mine does though, while I can.

On the simple side of things, it’s time for bike riding, aquafit and aquayoga, hot yoga, dog hikes, and the weight room.

Physiotherapy continues with Estee at Defy but I’ve also got strength training with a personal trainer. When he asked the other day what my goals were now that my knees were both fixed I confess that I was flummoxed. And I’m not often flummoxed.

I’m so flummoxed this is a hard post to write.

I’ve been tending to my knees for a long time. Ten years maybe since my first visit to a sports doctor? Physio for knees for most of those years? Then injections of knee goo and then very pricey (but covered by insurance) knee braces. And finally surgery. Along the way I’ve given up soccer, running, CrossFit and Aikido.

For a very long time my knees have taken up most of my fitness focus. I’ll have still have to give them some thought, it’s true, but they’re feeling pretty good.

The big question now is what next? What do I want to go back to? Looking ahead, what do I want to be doing in the next 5-10 years and in the long haul? What are my fitness goals? Do I have any fitness goals?

Five years ago Cate blogged about our many fitness lives and while I haven’t gotten it all worked out exactly, I’m pretty sure the last five years at least have been the fitness life that is all about taking care of my knees. So, what’s next? What’s my next fitness life all about?

Back to the very young personal trainer and his question. (I think he’s four years younger than my youngest child!) He was pushing the line that you can do anything you want to do if you set your mind to it and you’re prepared to do the work. And yet, of course, it’s not that simple. I won’t be able to run again. I’m not sure about martial arts. So I am still mulling.

I do know when the surgeon told me to “go lead my best life” what motivated him is that most knee surgery patients give up too much too soon. People swap their road bikes for recumbents and only walk short distances. But there’s no need. Impact is a worry but I won’t wear them out from biking too much.

I understand though why people scale back their goals. I don’t think it’s just fear of hurting new knees. I think it’s also frightening, and potentially sad making, to have big goals and not reach them. The fear of failure is real. Suppose I say what I really want to do is some of New Zealand’s great walks (or their equivalent elsewhere) but my knees never get up to that level of performance. It would be sad to really want a thing and not be able to (ever) have it. So I’m still working through this one.

Back to the every day…

Here’s what I am doing now:

Zwift 2-3 days a week

Dog walks 2-3 days a week

Physio at home exercises, everyday

Aquafit/aquayoga 1-2 days a week

Physio at clinic, 2 days a week

Personal training, 1 day a week

Here are some of my more ambitious fitness goals:

Long bike rides and multi-day cycling trips

Long multiday hiking adventures

Long back country camping trips

Group rides

And here are some of things I want to do soon:

Serious strength training

Spin classes

Outdoor riding

Return to Zwift racing

Hot yoga

Although it is frightening I’ll name some of the things I want to do.

Long term I want to do some long holiday hikes, and some vacation bike trips in faraway places–Japan, Scotland, Ireland, Norway, Cuba, Iceland, Australia, and New Zealand. I’m going to work very hard to get there. And yes, there’s risk that I’ll work hard and not be able to do it but I think that risk is worth it and I will enjoy the work along the way. I feel vulnerable even talking about this here!

I also want to become stronger, now my knees aren’t in the way of that goal.

What will my next fitness life look like? I know I’m ready to train for it.

Islands.
family · feminism · fitness · holidays · inclusiveness

Fathering, feminism and fitness for living

CW: Mention of loss and complex family relationships on Father’s Day

Today is Father’s Day in the US, Canada, India, China and a bunch of other countries. When we celebrate it varies, just as it does for Mother’s Day. How we celebrate it varies also, according to community and family traditions, proximity of family members, relationships among family members, and where we are along the family life trajectory. In short, Father’s Day rarely reflects the simplified messages that we see in cards.

I’m don’t know why so many Father’s Day cards use dogs in human roles to issue greetings, but whatever. They are kind of cute, though.

For my sister and me, Father’s Day has always been complicated. Our father didn’t teach us how to fish, or play chess, or make a bookcase, or do those things that movie-dads (and maybe some others?) seem to excel at. Our parents went through multiple marriages, resulting in both distance and complexity in family relationships. Father’s Day was, at best, awkward for us. We really didn’t know what to do or celebrate because all the other days of the year didn’t give us a clue about what fathers do for and with their children.

My father died young and a long time ago, making Father’s Day complex in a different way– about regret, loss, and wondering what I had actually missed by having that relationship.

Today, though, I am not feeling that sense of loss. I’ve been visiting my family for the past two weeks, seeing a lot of relatives. I’ve been seeing and hearing about the fathers in my family– uncles and cousins who have been attending to their children in ways they feel like they can and should contribute. From school work to boogie-boarding in the surf, these men are doing what they know how to do and learning how to do what they’re not good at, all geared toward teaching and loving and making the world as safe and wonderful as they can for their kids.

Once I took all this in, I looked around and saw how fathering happens in my family. My sister and I do these things– for each other and for her children. I’m the one who takes the lead on travel plans and outdoorsy activities. I do the major gear-buying (read bikes at every age) and opportunities to use them (rail trails for the win). My sister teaches the kids about money– how to manage it, how to save it– and about living in the world of grown-up things to do (like oil changes, bill paying, house maintenance, etc.)

We also do this for each other, providing structure and security when it’s needed, helping each other learn or get more comfortable or just push through things that are hard. Travel planning isn’t my sister’s forte, but I love it. Doing car things for my car isn’t mine (see? I can’t even word it precisely…) but she helps me, even from afar.

Elizabeth and I agree on the importance of planning ahead, the necessity of contingency/back-up plans, the simple pleasure of dog walking, and the superiority of beaches over mountains (fight us). Beyond that, we help parent each other and her kids in our own inimitable ways.

Dear readers, wherever you are with your father, we wish you a Happy Father’s Day. And wherever you are, we hope you find some ways to let yourself father and be fathered today and all days.

Father's Day (and general) greetings from the Womack sisters, Catherine (left) and Elizabeth (right).
Father’s Day (and general) greetings from the Womack sisters, Catherine (left) and Elizabeth (right).

cycling · fitness

In awe of big distances but wow, still not tempted

I’m currently thinking about very long bike rides.

I’m reading Jenny Graham’s Coffee First, Then the World: One Woman’s Record-Breaking Pedal Around the Planet. Here’s a brief description: “In 2018, amateur cyclist Jenny Graham left family and friends behind in Scotland to become the fastest woman to cycle around the world. Alone and unsupported, she crossed the finish line at the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin four months later, smashing the female record by nearly three weeks.”

I’ve also been following along on social media as this blog’s Nat did heroic work supporting her partner Michel on his 1000 km Randonneurs ride. I’ve been trying to persuade Nat to blog about the support for that ride being its own endurance event. That also looked grueling and logistically challenging.

Here are the rules, the main one of which is the time limit. For a 1000 km ride, that’s 75 hours (which is total elapsed time including rest stops, meals, and sleep.)

Ultra-distance cycling: I’m in awe but I’m not tempted

For both of these events, whether it’s fastest time to circle the globe by bike or a “mere” 1000 km, it’s the race against time part that gets me. I really really like my sleep. I can ride 150 km in a day and I can even do that again the next day, but likely I’d sleep 10 hours in between!

I have some big distance thoughts but they are all about doing the big distance at my own pace. When it comes to cycling, I’ve got lots of endurance. When it comes to going with rest and sleep and riding in the dark, I do not.

But a big congrats to those who have it in them. And a big congrats too to Nat for provisioning an awful lot of food and drink and meeting her weary cyclists on the road.

For me, it’s good to know my limits.

How about you? Are you an endurance runner or an endurance cyclist able to race against the clock and miss your sleep?

Yawn! Sleeping raccoon in a tree. Photo by Simon Infanger on Unsplash.