For the past three months, I had a mental block in my weightlifting. About a year ago, I hurt my shoulder working on cleans. I was new to the movement, but trusted my strength. At the encouragement of a coach, I decided to go heavier, not taking a moment to consider whether or not my technique would match my strength. I got through my workout, but not without considerable pain: I’d been doing the movement, but not properly, and my body paid for it. Continue reading Metcons and Meditation
The past two weeks have gone by so quickly. The holidays are approaching, or looming, whichever you prefer. Continue reading Sabbatical #4 & #5: Ilha Grande
For better or worse, I’ve definitely found a routine now. In the mornings, I do some yoga, brew some coffee, write, and study reiki. I sound like I’m on a retreat, though I suppose I set myself up for that. I still keep waking up before 6am, but at least I feel rested after doing so. Well, 90% of the time I do. Continue reading Sabbatical: Week 3
I’ve been going to a coach for about two weeks now. Since starting crossfit this past year, it’s been something I’ve thought about quite a bit.
I’ve always felt pretty comfortable programming for myself, something I attribute in large part to my yoga teacher training. If I know which part of the body I want to work and strengthen, I find it easy (enough) to pinpoint the movements that will help get me there. Continue reading Coaches and PRs
At the grocery store, I reached behind one of the employees to grab something from the frozen foods section. “Excuse me,” he said, “but what kind of exercise do you do?”
As a woman, “excuse me but” can be a dangerous phrase that typically leads to some kind of small, frustrating microaggression that usually has to do with my appearance and the general audacity of being a woman out in public.