I can still taste it. A mix of rotten egg salad and sulfuric acid. It was worst in the spring afternoons when the air was hot and thick. It stuck to the back of your throat and clung to every panting breath as we sprinted up and down the field. It was our home-field advantage. The thick, sour smog that loomed from the factory next to our field became our ally for those two halves; but by the next practice, it was back to being our biggest rival.
Air pollution and athletes don't mix. My lacrosse team swears that down the road one of us will have defective babies or some mysterious disease from hours of sucking the poisonous air, and we'll regret not sending letters to our state congressmen like we wanted. But even if we all keep our strong, healthy physiques and our offspring have the appropriate number of limbs and digits, there's reason for fitness buffs to worry about the supply of fresh O2.
As Dr. Homer Boushey of the Health Effects Institute explains in "The air we breathe" on CNN Paging Dr. Gupta's blog, typical breathing during intense workouts is through the mouth, rather than the nose. Problem? When dirty, polluted air is your body's fuel, that breathing pattern exposes you to more pollutants. And you don't have to be Al Gore to figure out what that does to your health.
That's why Haile Gebrselassie, 34-year-old Ethiopian marathoner, will pass on the summer Olympics in Beijing. The world record holder has exercise-induced asthma, and worries that it won't mix well with Beijing's chart-topping pollution levels. Even though Boushey doubts a short trip to the heart of China's economy will do significant damage to Gebrselassie's health, it's not a risk he's willing to take. Even if it means forfeiting his chance at gold.
While we may not be breaking world marathon records or shipping out to Beijing any time soon, the inconvenient truth is that we can't breathe easy. Unless we start making some green changes, fitness junkies could be taking their workouts indoors--permanently.
Showing posts with label Fitness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fitness. Show all posts
Friday, March 28, 2008
Monday, March 3, 2008
Take Small Steps to Drop Big
I just read a great story from CNN's Health Minute about Lois Fletcher and the small steps she started taking toward a healthier body. By substituting a subway ride in place of her daily car commute to work, she added a regular exercise routine that helped her drop more than 30 pounds and get her health back on track. It's an incredible story--take a look.
Fletcher is living proof that it is possible to add fitness into your daily life--regardless of your schedule or shape. I found the same positive effect of inter-commute workouts this summer in NYC. I lived 20 blocks from my office (20 city blocks is about 1 mile), so on nice days I would forgo my trip on the 4 train for a round-trip walk instead. And there were so many amazing benefits. My mornings became more productive knowing I needed to get out the door a few minutes earlier, and less stressful by avoiding the jam-packed, super-muggy subways. It helped me unwind after a hectic work day, and spend some time in the summer sun. It made me feel more connected and familiar to the new city I was a part of, and it gave me a way to explore; on some afternoons, I would take a different route or walk way out of my way--just to see a new angle of the city. I got so much out of the short, 20-block trip that I never realized the workout I was getting. Just another reason why I can't wait to get back to the city!
Fletcher is living proof that it is possible to add fitness into your daily life--regardless of your schedule or shape. I found the same positive effect of inter-commute workouts this summer in NYC. I lived 20 blocks from my office (20 city blocks is about 1 mile), so on nice days I would forgo my trip on the 4 train for a round-trip walk instead. And there were so many amazing benefits. My mornings became more productive knowing I needed to get out the door a few minutes earlier, and less stressful by avoiding the jam-packed, super-muggy subways. It helped me unwind after a hectic work day, and spend some time in the summer sun. It made me feel more connected and familiar to the new city I was a part of, and it gave me a way to explore; on some afternoons, I would take a different route or walk way out of my way--just to see a new angle of the city. I got so much out of the short, 20-block trip that I never realized the workout I was getting. Just another reason why I can't wait to get back to the city!
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Learning to chill-out my workout
I have never, and most likely will never, be one to cringe at the thought of physical fitness. I am a product of endless sport seasons--swimming, softball, basketball, gymnastics, field hockey, lacrosse--and beside my brief stint at soccer (when the coach took my 5-year-old self out of the goalie spot due to my inability to focus, move, or want to do anything soccer related), I have loved every minute of it. It was time well-spent with my dad (aka Coach Steve) and what I did with my summers; in high school, it was part of my identity and my group of friends. In college, it gave me an instant family away from home and kept me out of trouble (and gaining the freshman 15!). But it also gave me a militant mentality that I never knew could sabotage the way I looked at exercise.
Our lacrosse program got cut (a whole other story in itself), and I had to trade in my "collegiate athlete" title for "active college student" instead. The first time I walked into our school's fitness center, I felt out of place. I was used to the flaky turf and 5-yard lines of our field. I knew the spots on the track that got slick after it rained, and I had become accustom to the rusty dumbbells in our weight room. To me, treadmills were a last resort for when it was snowing or raining too hard. The last time I had biked was when I was training for a 75-mile race, and the only time I had used the elliptical was when I was nursing a sprained ankle or torn hamstring. I didn't understand how walking or yoga constituted as exercise, and my workout garb was baggy shorts and over-sized T-shirts (hardly close to the "gym-fashionable" outfits other girls wore).
I didn't fit into the mold that many active young women did. They obsessed over pounds and numbers just like I did, but we measured very different things. For them, it was the falling numbers on a scale and the countdown of pounds; for me, it was dropping numbers off my timed mile or adding 40 pounds to my squat max.
This drive, this push that was deemed dedicated and determined on the lacrosse field turned out to be flat out unhealthy off the field. I didn't have to beat times or whistles or weight maxes anymore. For the first time, I could work out just because. But it didn't work out like that. If I wasn't dead and exhausted, or didn't spend more than 30 minutes at the gym, I felt like a failure. I was always having to out-do something or someone. If reports recommended 30 minutes of activity most days a week, I had to do at least 60 every day. I held races with unknowing competitors; if the girl on the treadmill next to me was doing 6.0, I couldn't be under 6.5; if the person across from me stayed on the bike for 40 minutes, I had to stay for 60. It's sad, pathetic, and flat-out creepy (believe me, I know), but it was my unconscious way of satisfying that relentless mentality I had.
It finally hit me. As much as I enjoyed being active, I had no idea how to do it just for fun. These insane, intense and unreal workouts had become my fun throughout the years. I lived for the workouts where you never thought you could make it, where you pushed your body past every logical limit and never thought twice. Those workouts, the ones you could only get though by gasping for air and encouragement from your teammates, were what I considered normal. When my new routines failed to meet that intensity, I was left feeling defeated.
I've had to work hard at re-conditioning my mentality on exercise, and I'm starting to get on the right path. I get out and run simply because I like the way I feel during and after, and when my busy schedule means missing a date with the gym, I don't stress about it. Exercise shouldn't be torture (even if you're sick like me and can find enjoyment from it). It should be a part of your everyday life, not because it has to be, but because you want it to be. For me, that means playing racquetball with Craig more often, taking a pilates class, or catching up with my best friend over a walk rather than a cup of coffee. For you, it could mean gardening, jumping rope, or yes, even cleaning your house! Whatever you choose, it is possible to be more active and actually enjoy it!
Our lacrosse program got cut (a whole other story in itself), and I had to trade in my "collegiate athlete" title for "active college student" instead. The first time I walked into our school's fitness center, I felt out of place. I was used to the flaky turf and 5-yard lines of our field. I knew the spots on the track that got slick after it rained, and I had become accustom to the rusty dumbbells in our weight room. To me, treadmills were a last resort for when it was snowing or raining too hard. The last time I had biked was when I was training for a 75-mile race, and the only time I had used the elliptical was when I was nursing a sprained ankle or torn hamstring. I didn't understand how walking or yoga constituted as exercise, and my workout garb was baggy shorts and over-sized T-shirts (hardly close to the "gym-fashionable" outfits other girls wore).
I didn't fit into the mold that many active young women did. They obsessed over pounds and numbers just like I did, but we measured very different things. For them, it was the falling numbers on a scale and the countdown of pounds; for me, it was dropping numbers off my timed mile or adding 40 pounds to my squat max.
This drive, this push that was deemed dedicated and determined on the lacrosse field turned out to be flat out unhealthy off the field. I didn't have to beat times or whistles or weight maxes anymore. For the first time, I could work out just because. But it didn't work out like that. If I wasn't dead and exhausted, or didn't spend more than 30 minutes at the gym, I felt like a failure. I was always having to out-do something or someone. If reports recommended 30 minutes of activity most days a week, I had to do at least 60 every day. I held races with unknowing competitors; if the girl on the treadmill next to me was doing 6.0, I couldn't be under 6.5; if the person across from me stayed on the bike for 40 minutes, I had to stay for 60. It's sad, pathetic, and flat-out creepy (believe me, I know), but it was my unconscious way of satisfying that relentless mentality I had.
It finally hit me. As much as I enjoyed being active, I had no idea how to do it just for fun. These insane, intense and unreal workouts had become my fun throughout the years. I lived for the workouts where you never thought you could make it, where you pushed your body past every logical limit and never thought twice. Those workouts, the ones you could only get though by gasping for air and encouragement from your teammates, were what I considered normal. When my new routines failed to meet that intensity, I was left feeling defeated.
I've had to work hard at re-conditioning my mentality on exercise, and I'm starting to get on the right path. I get out and run simply because I like the way I feel during and after, and when my busy schedule means missing a date with the gym, I don't stress about it. Exercise shouldn't be torture (even if you're sick like me and can find enjoyment from it). It should be a part of your everyday life, not because it has to be, but because you want it to be. For me, that means playing racquetball with Craig more often, taking a pilates class, or catching up with my best friend over a walk rather than a cup of coffee. For you, it could mean gardening, jumping rope, or yes, even cleaning your house! Whatever you choose, it is possible to be more active and actually enjoy it!
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Bon Voyage!
My school runs on a quarter system. The school year begins right after Labor Day and graduation rolls around in early June. But in between point A and point B, we take a 6-week hiatus from classes for what they call our "holiday break." That's right, from Thanksgiving through New Years, I find myself heading back home for turkey and staying until the clock strikes 2008.
A typical break means retreating to my quiet, northeast Ohio town and working at as a seasonal employer with a group of like-minded friends (6 weeks of work certainly pumps up the weakening bank account before returning to school), but being my last official holiday break, I decided to mix things up. This break, work is not on my list of things to do. Taking its place? A cruise through the Bahamas with 7 of my closest friends!
We planned the trip months ago, and the countdown has finally headed into the single digits; on Monday morning, we will forgo our college-town meeting ground for Miami, Florida where we will board Royal Caribbean for a 4-night cruise! Our close-knit group (consisting of my three roommates, my boyfriend, and his three buddies) have been friends for the last few years, and from the moment this idea was conceived, we have been constantly planning and impatiently waiting its arrival.
Managing winter weight gain is definitely the buzz word these days, but while others at Thanksgiving are worried about the months of sweet-treated, fat-laden landmines that lay ahead, I have an added concern--fitting into that bathing suit that has been purposely shoved to the bottom of my drawer for months. To remain sane, I opt to enjoy all the best holiday fixings, but vow to be the gym's best friend until I leave. To help keep things interesting while I tone what can be toned, I create different, personalized workouts, courtesy of Women's Health. By constantly mixing things up, I keep my mind and body interested, intense, and into it (very important when you're looking to shape up fast). Bored with your usual routine? Mix it up with a new workout of your own!
But this trip has also come with extra, unforeseen, benefits. Traditionally, I am the night owl of Christmas. For weeks before the big day, I open up shop in our kitchen and stay up long into the wee hours cooking, baking, sprinkling, and chocolate-covering. In between buzzers, I write out Christmas cards and finish wrapping presents. I've been doing it since middle school--making way too many baked goods on way too little sleep--and I always look forward to every single moment of it. But while mapping out my December calendar, a week-long trip right before my usual peak-season created some unwelcome stress. I imagined myself returning from an incredible trip, only to face all of my Christmas chores left untackled. So this week as I headed out to the gym, I made extra pit stops along the way. Before I knew it, the boxes left to be checked were drastically outnumbered by those already marked. And all without a single ounce of holiday-harbored stress!
Lesson learned? Productivity breeds more productivity, just as sitting on the couch breeds more sitting on the couch. By getting up and tackling one goal (quality time with the gym) I was motivated to tackle others (like getting all of my Christmas shopping done). And that stress I was expecting upon my return from paradise? Gone! By managing my lengthy list of things to do, I have left myself a small, palpable group to tackle the week before Christmas!
A typical break means retreating to my quiet, northeast Ohio town and working at as a seasonal employer with a group of like-minded friends (6 weeks of work certainly pumps up the weakening bank account before returning to school), but being my last official holiday break, I decided to mix things up. This break, work is not on my list of things to do. Taking its place? A cruise through the Bahamas with 7 of my closest friends!
We planned the trip months ago, and the countdown has finally headed into the single digits; on Monday morning, we will forgo our college-town meeting ground for Miami, Florida where we will board Royal Caribbean for a 4-night cruise! Our close-knit group (consisting of my three roommates, my boyfriend, and his three buddies) have been friends for the last few years, and from the moment this idea was conceived, we have been constantly planning and impatiently waiting its arrival.
Managing winter weight gain is definitely the buzz word these days, but while others at Thanksgiving are worried about the months of sweet-treated, fat-laden landmines that lay ahead, I have an added concern--fitting into that bathing suit that has been purposely shoved to the bottom of my drawer for months. To remain sane, I opt to enjoy all the best holiday fixings, but vow to be the gym's best friend until I leave. To help keep things interesting while I tone what can be toned, I create different, personalized workouts, courtesy of Women's Health. By constantly mixing things up, I keep my mind and body interested, intense, and into it (very important when you're looking to shape up fast). Bored with your usual routine? Mix it up with a new workout of your own!
But this trip has also come with extra, unforeseen, benefits. Traditionally, I am the night owl of Christmas. For weeks before the big day, I open up shop in our kitchen and stay up long into the wee hours cooking, baking, sprinkling, and chocolate-covering. In between buzzers, I write out Christmas cards and finish wrapping presents. I've been doing it since middle school--making way too many baked goods on way too little sleep--and I always look forward to every single moment of it. But while mapping out my December calendar, a week-long trip right before my usual peak-season created some unwelcome stress. I imagined myself returning from an incredible trip, only to face all of my Christmas chores left untackled. So this week as I headed out to the gym, I made extra pit stops along the way. Before I knew it, the boxes left to be checked were drastically outnumbered by those already marked. And all without a single ounce of holiday-harbored stress!
Lesson learned? Productivity breeds more productivity, just as sitting on the couch breeds more sitting on the couch. By getting up and tackling one goal (quality time with the gym) I was motivated to tackle others (like getting all of my Christmas shopping done). And that stress I was expecting upon my return from paradise? Gone! By managing my lengthy list of things to do, I have left myself a small, palpable group to tackle the week before Christmas!
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
The road back to accountability
It has happened to us all before. Right as we start to get a steady routine (be it fitness or diet or both), something inevitably sticks a fork in our straight and focused road. We must then decide which way to go--the easy, excuse-laden road that bats a blind eye when our unhealthy habits creep back in, or the hard, often uphill road that holds us accountable for every action (and inaction) and keeps us on track.
I have been a proud and active participant in Self's Reach Your Goal! one-month body makeover, and for three weeks, I religiously stuck by the program. I ate right. I was active every day. I logged my meals and activity on their website, and was tracking my steady progress. When I came to a split in the road, I opted for the healthy, responsible decision. That is, until last week.
My workload was piling up, and my stress levels were through the roof, so I eased them with "treats" that I "deserved" (neglecting the ideology about not rewarding or consoling your emotions with food). After back-to-back all nighters to prepare for exams, caffeine was my life-line, and my daily 8 glasses or more of water evaporated into one...maybe. My packed schedule found ways of filling up even more, so I "gave myself a break" from my habitual workouts. When my boyfriend offered to order pizza for dinner, I ecstatically accepted because I was too exhausted to think about cooking--and then I didn't think twice about the four pieces I scarfed down .
Before I knew it, all my hard work and focused determination was swirling down the drain. All the times I opted for veggies and yogurt rather than pizza and chocolate. The week that I successfully went without caffeine. My morning runs and afternoon workouts. All of it lay in ruins from my week-long haphazard lifestyle.
Everything was in disarray, especially my responsibility for my actions. For three weeks I carefully logged my meals and workouts on Self's website, mentally patting my back for a job well done. But as soon as I started to slip, I stopped my daily visits. I couldn't own up to the shift, and I definitely didn't want to see what I was doing. Tracking it would only tarnish my perfect record. Out of sight, out of mind--right?
Laying in bed last night, I ran out of excuses. I had spent a week terrorizing my health (and my figure), and not only was I incredibly disappointed, I didn't feel like me. I enjoyed being healthy, I missed the gym, I was sick of eating junk food and not getting enough rest. I had to get myself turned around, so I put my tennis shoes at the foot of my bed and set my alarm early. One gym visit and a six mile workout later, I was back on track.
Today starts a new month of my Self program, and I'm revising my expectations. No matter what, I want to face my decisions and be accountable for my actions--even when they include indulging in ice cream sundaes or chocolate cake!
I have been a proud and active participant in Self's Reach Your Goal! one-month body makeover, and for three weeks, I religiously stuck by the program. I ate right. I was active every day. I logged my meals and activity on their website, and was tracking my steady progress. When I came to a split in the road, I opted for the healthy, responsible decision. That is, until last week.
My workload was piling up, and my stress levels were through the roof, so I eased them with "treats" that I "deserved" (neglecting the ideology about not rewarding or consoling your emotions with food). After back-to-back all nighters to prepare for exams, caffeine was my life-line, and my daily 8 glasses or more of water evaporated into one...maybe. My packed schedule found ways of filling up even more, so I "gave myself a break" from my habitual workouts. When my boyfriend offered to order pizza for dinner, I ecstatically accepted because I was too exhausted to think about cooking--and then I didn't think twice about the four pieces I scarfed down .
Before I knew it, all my hard work and focused determination was swirling down the drain. All the times I opted for veggies and yogurt rather than pizza and chocolate. The week that I successfully went without caffeine. My morning runs and afternoon workouts. All of it lay in ruins from my week-long haphazard lifestyle.
Everything was in disarray, especially my responsibility for my actions. For three weeks I carefully logged my meals and workouts on Self's website, mentally patting my back for a job well done. But as soon as I started to slip, I stopped my daily visits. I couldn't own up to the shift, and I definitely didn't want to see what I was doing. Tracking it would only tarnish my perfect record. Out of sight, out of mind--right?
Laying in bed last night, I ran out of excuses. I had spent a week terrorizing my health (and my figure), and not only was I incredibly disappointed, I didn't feel like me. I enjoyed being healthy, I missed the gym, I was sick of eating junk food and not getting enough rest. I had to get myself turned around, so I put my tennis shoes at the foot of my bed and set my alarm early. One gym visit and a six mile workout later, I was back on track.
Today starts a new month of my Self program, and I'm revising my expectations. No matter what, I want to face my decisions and be accountable for my actions--even when they include indulging in ice cream sundaes or chocolate cake!
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Way to go Mom!
My mom is an incredible woman. If she wants to do something, she'll find a way to get it done. But when she got the invitation to join some friends in training for a half-marathon, she worried it was a task she couldn't complete. While I was home for a few weeks over the summer, I watched as my mom dutifully stuck by her training schedule (permanently affixed on our refrigerator), filling out her mileage after every run. When she started out, she worried she wouldn't be able to hit 5 miles...then it was 7...then it was 10...then she didn't know if she could get those last 3.1.
I am so proud to announce that last weekend, after 2 hours and 27 minutes, my mom crossed the finish line of her first half-marathon!!! I was so proud to see her hit new heights she never knew she could reach. And now she's raising the bar even farther--she's already making plans for her first marathon next October!
I've always wondered if I could do a marathon, and after seeing my mom's success I know I at least want to try. But, my mom taught me to run for the right reasons. For her, running is therapeutic. She has to stay disciplined, pacing herself to the finish line. She's constantly running around, multi-tasking between work, family, and other obligations, but when she's out running--everything stops. Running's not about a number on a stop watch, a scale, or a number of miles, it's about being happy and healthy. There's no time in life to waste worrying about all the numbers, but there's certainly time to get out and run!
Congrats mom! Not just for crossing the finish line, but for finding your healthy getaway.
I am so proud to announce that last weekend, after 2 hours and 27 minutes, my mom crossed the finish line of her first half-marathon!!! I was so proud to see her hit new heights she never knew she could reach. And now she's raising the bar even farther--she's already making plans for her first marathon next October!
I've always wondered if I could do a marathon, and after seeing my mom's success I know I at least want to try. But, my mom taught me to run for the right reasons. For her, running is therapeutic. She has to stay disciplined, pacing herself to the finish line. She's constantly running around, multi-tasking between work, family, and other obligations, but when she's out running--everything stops. Running's not about a number on a stop watch, a scale, or a number of miles, it's about being happy and healthy. There's no time in life to waste worrying about all the numbers, but there's certainly time to get out and run!
Congrats mom! Not just for crossing the finish line, but for finding your healthy getaway.
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