Black Hustory · Black Present · college sports · fitness

It’s Black History month! Meet and greet some great athletes

February is Black History month (although, of course, every month in which we study history should also be Black History month, but I digress..). One of my favorite things about all the social media posts celebrating Black History month is learning new stories about Black female athletes and achievers that didn’t make the current history books or main media outlets. So here are some entries I’ve been seeing on my social media feeds that you might have missed as well. Many thanks to the Facebook group American Black History – Culture and also to US Congressman Jim Clyburn’s FB page for all their work bringing these extraordinary people to our attention.

Althea Gibson

With her 1956 French Open win, Althea Gibson, native of Clarendon County, SC, became the first African American to win a grand slam. As one of the first Black athletes to cross the color line of international tennis, Gibson paved the way for the likes of the Williams sisters, Coco Gauff, and countless others.

“Gibson (right) receives a kiss from compatriot Darlene Hard, who she beat to become the first black woman to win the Wimbledon title in 1957.” -CNN
“Gibson (right) receives a kiss from compatriot Darlene Hard, who she beat to become the first black woman to win the Wimbledon title in 1957.” -CNN

Silvia Bishop

Silvia “Rideout” Bishop became the first Black female to train thoroughbredd the United States when the West Virginia legislature uthorized her with the license for training racehorses. Between 1987 and 2000, Bishop’s horses won 44 races, earning a total of US$166,633.

Sylvia Rideoutt Bishop, standing with two men next to “Bright Gem” with jockey Jack Sollars.
Sylvia Rideoutt Bishop, standing with two men next to “Bright Gem” with jockey Jack Sollars. Photo from Wikipedia.

Bessie Coleman and a bunch of Black women who work and fly for American Airlines

Bessie Coleman was the first Black and Native American woman to earn a pilot’s license back in June 1921 and became the first Black woman to perform a public flight in 1922. A special American Airlines flight operated by an all-Black and all-female crew honored aviation pioneer Bessie Coleman on the 100th anniversary of Coleman becoming the first Black woman to pilot a public flight.

Kamora Freeland

While we’re talking about female aviation pioneers, let’s give a shout-out to 17-year-old Kamora Freeland. Now one of the youngest licensed Black pilots, she recently earned her private pilot’s license. “I have a passion for it, and I love it,” she said.-Freeland, a senior at Kingsborough Early College High School, passed solo and cross-country flight tests, even flying her mom to Martha’s Vineyard. Freeland heads to Spelman in fall, aiming for a commercial pilot’s license next.

17-year-old Kamara Freeland, one of the youngest Black pilots in the US. Picture and info courtesy of FB group American Black History-Culture.
17-year-old Kamara Freeland, one of the youngest Black pilots in the US. Picture and info courtesy of FB group American Black History-Culture.

Danielle Green

Danielle Green, Notre Dame basketball player and Iraq war veteran, has reinvented herself in several ways. From this Notre Dame profile:

[Green] was wounded by a rocket-propelled enemy grenade while serving with the U.S. Army in the Iraq war in May 2004. Pity, though, is wasted energy. As she rebuilds her own life, she is putting her experience to work as a readjustment counselor for the Department of Veterans Affairs, helping fellow service vets cope with the physical and psychological trauma they have encountered on the battlefield.

Green bicycles, she runs, she plays golf, she’s learning to fish. She’d like to start a family. “That would complete the circle,” she says.

Danielle Green won  the Pat Tillman Award for Service at the ESPY awards. Picture courtesy of FB group America Black History-Culture.
Danielle Green won the Pat Tillman Award for Service at the ESPY awards. Picture courtesy of FB group America Black History-Culture.

Readers, do you have any shout-outs of your own for Black History month? Let us know in the comments.

bras · fitness

Your questions answered: sport bras for larger-chested folks

Recently a reader asked us, “What recommendations do you have for sports bras for the larger breasted among us?”

This is a very good question.

Good question! on a blue background with a light bulb graphic
Yes, this is a very good question!

Speaking as someone smack in the middle of this demographic, I have searched long and hard for years to find a sports bra that a) fits me; b) provides the right kind of support for my activity; and c) is comfortable to wear for hours on end. This journey has not been a simple or straightforward one.

the long and winding road towards well-fitting undergarments. Thanks Kees Streefkerk for Unsplash for the pic.
The long and winding road towards well-fitting undergarments. Thanks Kees Streefkerk for Unsplash for the pic.

Part of the problem with finding a good sports bra for D-cups and beyond is getting the right balance of structure and support. I’ve tried on bras that felt like body armor– not my idea of comfort (although YMMV). Also, the ones that are more comfy lack support– the material is flimsy, the straps don’t stay up, and forget about material that breathes. Also they don’t last– they fall apart in the wash within a few months.

Honestly, what I’ve done that’s worked has been to order a half-dozen or more sports or sporty bras in a variety of sizes from a website like the this one, marketing Just My Size bras for a variety of needs.

I’ve had good luck recently with TrueKind sports bras. Again, I ordered a bunch of different styles and sizes, sending back a bunch of them. This racerback sports bra is my current favorite. It fits well and supports (admittedly by compressing my breasts, but that doesn’t bother me; again YMMV). It’s also not expensive, as these things go.

The Truekind bras size up to 4XL, which I wear (as a 44 D-DD). I am kind of in between the 3XL and 4XL, but I prefer a little more roominess. For other bras, Truekind sells bra clasp extenders, which are handy if you have bras that don’t quite fit across the back. I first heard about these from fellow blogger Martha– thanks for the tip, Martha!

Full disclosure: I don’t need a high-impact support sports bra, as I don’t run. For cycling, walking, yoga, etc., medium-ish support is fine. Also, I don’t like underwire bras, so I don’t wear them.

I ran across a brand called Tomboyx that has a larger range of sizes of sports bras. And Glamorise (not a typo) has a wider variety of strong-support bras, some with underwires. Some folks on Reddit sing their praises. For the record, I’ve tried all the Athleta sports bras and been happy with none of them. But good bras, like good jeans, are both elusive and idiosyncratic.

Finding well-fitting jeans and bras can be like getting from where this women is standing to the next volcanic island.
Finding well-fitting jeans and bras can be like getting from where this women is standing to the next volcanic island.

So, dear reader, my advice is: get out there and order a bunch of them, try them on, and plan to return them the same day (I have to do this or I’ll forget).

Hey– other dear readers, do you have any suggestions for s good sports bra for larger breasted folks? We’d welcome any ideas.

fitness

Focusing on your mental fitness

Remember this eagle?

Image description: A grumpy-looking eagle walks along a beach.

That eagle went around the Internet a few years ago taking a stupid walk for its stupid mental health. It’s a concept I found very attractive, for addressing rage exercising and also for focusing on mental fitness.

I’ve been thinking a lot about mental health these days. I’ve always been an advocate, particularly in supporting women’s mental health generally and post partum mental health particularly. It was an issue I returned to during the pandemic when life seemed overwhelming in its uncertainty.

Recent events south of the Canadian border have caused considerable stress and distress as millions of historically marginalized people — women, Black, Indigenous, trans to name a few — are being systematically targetted and disenfranchised.

The work of resistance is draining, the fear is immobilizing, and the rage is exhausting. And yet we persist, on multiple fronts as disruptors and as allies.

How to replenish? to fill the tank of resolve? to keep putting one foot in front of the other? I turned to research and found lots of clear, specific and achievable approaches to build our mental fitness.

We understand why we need physical activity — movement keeps our hearts healthy, our bones strong, and our muscles flexible. Mental fitness helps in multiple ways too. Calm.com says mental fitness gives us multiple benefits including enhanced emotional resilience, reduced anxiety and depression, improved self-awareness, increased wellbeing, and enhanced cognitive function.

Working on your mental health

Incorporating activities that boost your mental health makes a difference. It need not cost money, but it does take time. Attaching your mental fitness exercise to something you do every day can help keep you on that path to mental wellness. Here are things that can help:

  • Mindfulness: Practicing mindfulness has many benefits and is an effective approach to reducing stress. At its simplest, mindfulness is about noticing, or being aware of what is happening around you and how you are responding or reacting. One approach I like is taking five minutes when I wake up to track the information I receive through my five senses.
  • Meditation: Mindfulness is part of a meditative practice. Meditation allows you to go deeper into your internal exploration. You can combine meditation with activity, like walking a labyrinth or by swimming laps. Meditation calms your body because it focuses on emptying your mind of distractions. I find simple deep breathing calming, while others find focusing on breathing patterns very helpful.
  • Nature: There’s been lots written about the benefits of connecting with nature, such as forest bathing or watching ocean waves roll in and out. It’s winter now where I live and unless it’s blowing a gale, I make a point of opening my windows on a daily basis to get fresh air, or getting outside for five minutes in the morning to see what’s happened overnight. Over the holidays, I rediscovered the joys of extended play recordings of a real fire in a woodstove as background sound while reading.
  • Human contact: Connecting with other people can be hard especially in a pandemic where we were conditioned to avoid hugs, handshakes and coffee chats. Periodically I buy a package of stamps and send postcards or notes to friends. There’s something rather pleasing about putting an actual pen to paper. How deeply we connect is up to us and our comfort level, but connect nonethless.
  • Movement: As much as I joke about my stupid walks, there is solid evidence that shows physical activity is hugely beneficial to our mental health. Yoga, aerobic exercise and dancing are the top three most frequently mentioned forms of movement. I’m not surprised. Yoga helps us unknot tension, aerobic exercise gets our heart pumping and dancing brings us joy.
  • Cognitive reframing: Changing our mindset from negative to positive is more than just putting on a happy face. Shifting consciously to a different perspective forces us to create new pathways in our brains. We can do this by writing a gratitude journal where we find three good things about our day. They need not be big or momentous but things that bring us joy and energy. Another way to shift our mindset is to learn or try something new. Learn a new skill, like knitting, or learn a new word in a different language.
  • Sleep: The research is abundant and clear: getting enough good sleep can improve your mood, memory, and ability to handle stress. Good sleep has also been linked to reducing your risk for developing dementias like Alzheimer’s disease. When we are rested, we can think clearly and we are less likely to lose focus. If you find sleeping difficult and doom scrolling has become your nighttime habit, assess your sleeping environment and behaviours. Is your room too warm? Do you have too many blankets or too few? Is your pillow too soft or too hard? While you may have to channel your inner Goldilocks until you find out what’s right for you, ensuring you are getting seven to nine hours of sleep a night will offer huge health benefits in return.

My focus this month is on getting better sleep and dancing more (especially when no one is watching!). How about you: what will you try this month to help your mental fitness and well being? Let us know in the comments.

fitness · sexism · team sports · trans

Who is pushing back against Trump’s ban on transgender athletes in women’s sports? Not the NCAA.

Yesterday was National Girls and Women in Sports Day. The Women’s Sports Foundation, which sponsors, partners with and advocates for equity and inclusion in girls’ and women’s sports, had a lovely spread on their website here. And they have a fabulous logo for it, too.

National Girls and Women in Sports Day-- two fuchsia rainbows upholding equity in sporting life.
National Girls and Women in Sports Day– two fuchsia rainbows upholding gender equity in sporting life.

Yesterday was also the day that President Donald Trump signed an executive order “prohibiting transgender athletes from participating in women’s sports”, according to an NBC news report.

The Trump administration’s main leverage to try to force school compliance is loss of federal funding. NPR reported that “Overwhelmingly, schools get funding from state and local sources. Federal funding usually makes up less than 10% of public school revenue, according to government statistics.” This suggests that schools may be able to refuse to submit to the administration’s anti-transgender demands without much damage to their budget.

However, one athletic governing body that seems anxious to comply with transphobic and misogynistic executive orders as soon as possible is the NCAA (National Collegiate Athletics Association).

NCAA’s President Charlie Baker issued this statement on Trump’s executive order after a lack of response from the NCAA on demand to change its policies from advocates.

the NCAA is an organization made up of 1,100 colleges and universities in all 50 states that collectively enroll more than 530,000 student-athletes. We strongly believe that clear, consistent, and uniform eligibility standards would best serve today’s student-athletes instead of a patchwork of conflicting state laws and court decisions. To that end, President Trump’s order provides a clear, national standard.

A clearly transphobic and misogynistic standard, you mean.

The NCAA Board of Governors is reviewing the executive order and will take necessary steps to align NCAA policy in the coming days, subject to further guidance from the administration. The Association will continue to help foster welcoming environments on campuses for all student-athletes. We stand ready to assist schools as they look for ways to support any student-athletes affected by changes in the policy.

Why should Baker jump to align NCAA policy with the Trump administration’s bigoted pronouncements about who gets to participate in sports? Has he forgotten that in 2016, while governor of Massachusetts, he signed into law legislation that “prohibits discrimination on the basis of gender identity in public accommodations. It allows individuals to utilize gender-segregated restrooms or locker rooms based on their gender identity.”

I guess he has.

Charlie Baker, current head of the NCAA, looking appropriately chastened. But not enough to stand up to anti-trans bigotry.
Charlie Baker, current head of the NCAA, looking chastened. But not chastened enough to stand up to anti-trans bigotry.

Maybe we shouldn’t be super-surprised at this act of contempt for women and girls in sports. After all, this is the same NCAA that has ignored, underfunded and downplayed the importance and excellence of women and girls’ sports for years. Who can forget the teeny-tiny set of weights set aside for the use of women’s college basketball teams during their tournament play? If you have forgotten, check out my blog post (complete with pictures), showing how little the NCAA cared about women’s collegiate sports until their mistreatment went viral on social media? A small victory in a large battle: NCAA women’s basketball tiny weight room gets bigger

If you’d like to make your displeasure known and perhaps offer some advice for Charlie Baker to take back to the NCAA, you can reach him at cbaker@ncaa.org

And if you’d like to support women and girls in sports, you can learn more about and support the Equity Project, run by the Women’s Sports Foundation. I’ll leave you (for now) with this information and graphic.

But we’ll be back. None of us needs to accept inequity, exclusion, endangerment, or abandonment for wanting to express ourselves through physical activity. We won’t accept it. We’ll be writing about ways some of us are working to respond, and we look forward to hearing from you as well.

The Equity Project.
The Equity Project. Learn more here.

death · family · feminism · fitness · illness

The Heartbreaking Work of Parental Care

This winter has been hard. My dad was diagnosed with late stage cancer just before Christmas. Then my mom fell and broke two bones at opposite ends of her body. Until now, they have been each other’s primary caregiver (when one was needed), but now they are both struggling.

Mom and Dad still live on their own, in a house with stairs. Luckily it’s only a half-hour drive from my house. And luckily I channel my anxiety into cooking, so they have been well stocked with easy-to-reheat favourite foods. And care services have been great, with a nurse, personal support workers, physiotherapist, and even someone to clean the house.

Still, I have been very busy taking them things or helping them with computer issues, driving them to appointments (and managing their calendar), or just sitting and keeping them company. Thank goodness I retired last summer.

I’m not exactly part of a sandwich generation, as my own kids are grown, but the feeling of being pulled in multiple directions is very real. I love my parents and I’m glad to support them as much as I can, but it is physically and mentally exhausting sometimes. Despite my cheery post yesterday, I am struggling to fit in time to take care of myself.

The newness, the rawness, and the pain of caring for someone who will never get better has me breaking into tears far too often. My dad has been the best feminist ally a person could ask for. He has always been so supportive of mom, my sister and me, and is so proud of my daughter. He was a wonderful role model for my son, who has grown into a feminist husband and father.

I try to tell myself that this is the normal cycle of life, and that Mom played the same role for Grandma (Dad’s mom, who moved in with them for the last few years of her life and died at home). I’m deeply grateful that my parents ensured my sister and I are financially literate, and that they have all their affairs in order. I can’t imagine what it would be like to be dependent on someone all your life, and then suddenly left to deal with taxes, banks and bills, and maybe the loss of income.

Normally I would end a post with some sort of jokey anecdote or clever final words, but all I can think of right now is something a colleague said to me over 30 years ago. His father had just died and he said the death wasn’t the hardest part. His father had lived a long life. It was realizing you were no longer someone’s child, even if you were already in your 50s. I’m not ready to stop being a child.

My parents on their wedding day, in 1961.
fitness

Physiotherapy for Athletes – I’m an Athlete!

I have a terrific physiotherapist who has been helping me with hip and shoulder issues of the past few months. I almost didn’t go to her because her profile at the clinic says she likes to work with athletes.

Red flag of imposter syndrome!

I went to the other physiotherapist at the same clinic instead, up until she went on maternity leave. Then I debated going to another clinic, but finally decided to be brave and see Emma.

I’m glad I did. It turns out that Emma is really good at listening to what I say about the activities I enjoy, and helping me find exercises that not only make me better at those things, but are exercises that may already be somewhat familiar.

A couple of examples for you, related to strengthening my glutes: lying on the ground and doing lifts while wearing a band is great, but standing at the ballet barre and doing a similar move while lifting up my core until I feel the glutes engage (just like I need to do in ballet class but often don’t) is also really good. Similarly, doing clamshells while wearing a band activates the same glute muscles I should be using when I do whip kick in the pool. If I adjust my swim to make sure I’m doing that, it totally counts toward physio.

I have written before about how important it is for me to use mental images to help me position my body correctly. The more I have worked with Emma, the better I have gotten at feeling what parts of me need work and how to get them engaged.

It’s still a work in progress, but I’m feeling much better about my balance, posture, and the state of my knees than I did when I first started going to physiotherapy as a somewhat broken older woman who was afraid of falling. So good, in fact, that this week Emma sent me off with no follow-up appointments. I will check in for a tune-up when needed, but I no longer need her regular supervision. Yay!

There will definitely be tune-ups; I’m still really bad at moderation and will undoubtedly overdo some sport or other.

Diane in a colourful hat and coat at a small skating rink. It was the first time skating in at least three years, and came on the heels of two dance classes and two hard swim workouts. Ow, but so much fun!

mindfulness · motivation

The Sun in My Eyes Will Get Me Through

I’m leaving January feeling bruised by life. My word of the year, ease, has gone and hidden in a deep underground cave. I’m worn out on coming to this blog with my woes. What’s happened now? Among other things, the home I lived in for 27 years with my ex, will pass on to other owners on March 1st. I haven’t lived there for 2 years, and I thought I was over it.  Apparently not. Somewhere in a hidden corner of my psyche, I imagined that I might live there again. Recover that sweet feeling of security and home. Finality is crashing down, bringing with it all the scaffolding I thought I’d put in place to manage the grief of so many other losses these last three years. Mother. Cat. Marriage. Home. Health. And more.

Amid the dusty ruins, I have still managed to drag myself outside in my running shoes and put one foot in front of the other. Someone recently pointed me to the research around sunlight in the eyes first thing in the morning—good for regulating circadian rhythm (i.e. sleep), boosting mood and such like. And yes, some of the sources are questionable, so I’m offering no links. A quick Google search turns up a trove.

Research and dubious sources aside, how good does it feel to be blinded by the sun first thing in the morning? So good. Right? Especially (especially!) on a cold winter day, when we are sun starved.

Soaking up apricity

My last few runs have been a battle royale to get my body out the door. And the grace of that sunlight in my eyes has saved me. I run with my eyes half closed, head turned toward wherever the sun is coming from, soaking in its faint warm breath. Like a fireplace that puts out almost no heat, until you get right up close, the winter sun warms only my eyelids, its touch not even reaching my cheeks. There’s a word for this delicious, precious feeling: apricity. The warmth of the sun in winter. Having that word now to describe the sun’s solace in my eyes enlivens the experience. And it is these tiny shifts in consciousness that will get me through. And my runs. And family. And friends.  

dogs · fitness · walking · winter

Low Key Winter Walk With Christine & Khalee

Between December 1, 2024 and January 31, 2025, I has lots of fun writing 71 posts (and drawing 31 stars!) for Fit is a Feminist Issue. Just to do something different, today, I have decided to write very few words and to let some photos do the heavy lifting.

My knee has been giving me a little trouble, and Khalee’s ear has been a bit sore, and the weather has extremely cold, so we haven’t been out for a walk for a few days

But on Monday, it was time to get out and amble a bit even though it was still awfully cold.

a photo of a birch tree in snowy ground surrounded by evergreens
A photo of a single birch tree with a few evergreens and deciduous trees a little distance away. The ground is snow-covered and there is a little bit of snow on the branches of the surrounding trees.

I think we both needed that time outside, walking on the path, checking out the snow and the trees, and just letting our minds wander, too.

A winter photo of a snow covered river with patches of tall yellowed grass poking through the snow. There are evergreen trees on both sides.
A photo of a mostly snow-covered river with patches of tall, yellowed grass poking through the snow. There is a path on the left side of the river and there are evergreen trees on both sides.

Ok, maybe my mind was the only one wandering, I am pretty sure Khalee was VERY focused on sniffing every single thing she encountered.

A dog standing on a snowy path
Ok, she’s not actually sniffing anything here, it was a brief pause in her sniffvestigations. Image description: Khalee, a light brown dog in a green hoodie stands on a snowy path facing away from the camera.

Either way, it was good to be outdoors.

a snowy photo of a narrow river.
A snowy photo of a narrow river. There’s a wooden fence and tall yellow grass sticking out of the snow all the way along. A leafless tree is in the foreground on the right and there are evergreens in the distance.
A photo of a dog in a hoodie standing on a snowy path
Khalee was just finished shaking her head when I snapped this, hence the strange look on her face. Image description: a photo of Khalee, a light brown dog in a green hoodie, standing on a snowy path. She is looking towards the camera and looks like she is a bit fed up with the viewer.
An outdoor selfie of a middle aged woman in winter clothes
This photo is really just to show off my hat that my beloved Mother-in-law made for me this year. Image description: a slightly smirky selfie of me (a middle aged white woman with a round face and light brown hair) I’m standing in front of my fence with a large leafless tree visible behind me. I’m wearing an off-white knitted toque with some bits of grey and gold in the mix, a dark green scarf and a black coat that is sprinkled with snow. My hat is pulled right down to my eyebrows and I look more than a little goofy…which tracks.
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Sam, Sarah, and sketchy single track on the South Island

I started talking about sketchy single-track when I did my first off-road ride with friends from the Guelph Coalition for Active Transit. I was surprised that I managed to ride over tree roots and rocks around turns in little gulleys.

To be clear these are trails that would be fine for pretty much any rider on a mountain bike.  My issue is that I’m not riding a mountain bike and I don’t have very much off road experience.

My history in cycling is pretty much all pavement (or concrete or wood!) bike commuting, triathlon, road riding and racing, and velodrome. But as gravel trails have become more popular and I’m happier away from cars, I’m spending more time on more challenging trails. I have an “adventure road” bike for commuting and an even more adventurous gravel bike with wider tires that’s here with me in New Zealand. What we don’t have are mountain bkes.

We didn’t ride in the mountain bike park.

Sarah and I have been pushing our limits this trip on our gravel bikes. I think the first ride was scarier for her. The second one was scarier for me. But both were fun, and we didn’t crash and no one died.

Ride 1

The Kaikoura Trail is a actually a connected series of trails, looping together country roads, a beach side path (the Whale Trail), gravel roads, and river-side mountain bike trail.

We had a blast riding it but the river-side mountain bike section was definitely challenging. It was single track but allowed traffic in both directions so we had to do a bit of moving to the left when there was oncoming bike traffic. It was also downhill so there was some moderating of our speed required.

We had the map but I think we glossed over the “mountain bike required” and “basic off road skills” bits.

Ride 2

Our second ride was a) in the rain, and b) on a mountain bike trail alongside the beach just north of Westport where we were freedom camping in our campervan.

It was scarier because it was one-way only (so no backing out once you’d started) and it had the feel of a track that he been designed by the local mtb club for maximum curviness and bumpiness, with added trees, sand, mud, and rocks. You needed speed to get up and over the bumps easily but I was nervous making it through the corners at speed. I stopped unexpectedly a few time and Sarah had to brake quickly. Sorry!

We exited part way through and rode some of the way back to our campervan on the road,  in the rain.

Again, fun, challeneging on our def not mountain bikes, and we didn’t die.

Here’s what Strava had to say about the ride:

Bike photos,  none of the sketchy bits though as that would he meant stopping
fitness · yoga

In need of some support? Try your yoga mat– it’s always there for you

Today I was planning to post about health information and the changes to our access in the past 13 days (since Donald Trump was inaugurated as President of the United States). And that post is coming– you deserve to be informed and supported by responsible folks writing for all audiences.

But it’s proving disheartening. I’m appalled and sick with worry over the fate of all of those in need of healthcare and all those working in healthcare whose jobs may be cut for no good reason. So I’m taking a breath. But know this, dear readers– we are here to witness and report and encourage and share what we know and what we’re doing. And we’re always happy to hear from you– your concerns, fears, plans, and needs.

So, while I get this post together (the first of many for the next four years), here’s a reblog of a post I wrote about feeling supported on my yoga mat. Yoga, for me, is a comfort and support, whether actively moving, opening up in a yin pose, or in rest during yoga nidra. So take a look. And if you feel like it, let me know what you’re doing today to get some support what we all really need.