When I was in elementary school, I remember one particularly cruel recess period when almost all of the girls in my class decided to form a not-so-secret club, but they wouldn’t let me join. It was pure, adolescent meanness for the sake of soothing the aching uncertainty of puberty. Nevertheless, I remember sobbing next to the sink in our classroom and one of my classmates, who had barely spoken to me prior, feeding me paper towels to wipe the tears off my face. Continue reading Seen Through
Form is everything. As much as I film myself or try to develop the proprioception to implement minute cues to keep my body aligned and safe, it’s nearly impossible to have perfect form without external feedback. How you think your body is moving isn’t always the same as how it’s actually moving. Continue reading I Don’t Know Squat
I always love to read articles and books about balance and rest, about how we focus so much on going going going that we need to find time to stop and pause. Whether it’s a social media cleanse or a meditation retreat, I often find myself thinking, “I should try that!” Yet on a day-to-day basis, I always find an excuse as to why I can’t, especially when it comes to training.
I love having a routine. While I truly admire people who seem to thrive in the midst of chaos, I am just not one of them. Without taking the time to create a sense of order for myself, I become forgetful, I lose things, and I stumble over my thoughts. Continue reading Morning Rituals
I’m a little bit jealous because Gustavo recently got his hands on the KG > LB shirt from Strong Strong Supply. In my eternal love-fest for Meg Squats, I immediately snagged an Angel of Depth t-shirt (I mean, come on, that’s so clever) in lieu of having my fashion take a stand in favor of the metric system. Continue reading KG > LB
It’s been just over one month since I hurt myself training. I’m proud of myself for taking a good, solid break, only focusing on low-impact, upper body work from time-to-time so as to give my poor ankle a rest. I may recognize the signs of overtraining, but that doesn’t mean I listen to them. Continue reading After the Calm
– Pema Chödrön
Last week, I was chatting with a friend of my mom’s about her experience moving to the United States from Germany, while she picked my brain about my time in Brazil. Continue reading Let It Soften Us
I used to walk past the Julia de Burgos mural on 106th street almost every day when I lived in East Harlem. I had never read anything by her before and I loved the daily, poetic reminder she gave me. While I was in Puerto Rico last week, I kept thinking of that mural and the connection between NY and Puerto Rico, two places tightly tied together by culture, love, and pride. Continue reading San Juan
“Forever Is Composed of Nows”
– Emily Dickinson
Don’t you love when a moment of clarity comes to you from out of the blue? Continue reading “Forever Is Composed of Nows”
I’ve been thinking about confidence a lot lately, and what it means to be the one to empower yourself. There’s so much power in not seeking validation elsewhere. But where does confidence come from?
Continue reading Too Nice
After three long months of programming, yesterday was the day I was due to test my new maxes on both squat and bench press. I’m pretty diligent when it comes to homework, so I followed my programming religiously, despite wanting to test myself or push myself harder on those rest weeks or when a fun crossfit workout came along. Continue reading Sometimes You Fail
When I first started focusing on becoming more physically active, I started with running, like so many people do. Running is quick, “easy,” and doesn’t require any special equipment. Lace up your sneakers, find some turf, and go. Continue reading What’s In My Gym Bag