So much of the fitness and health writing out there is so dry you practically have to hydrate after you read it. I think it’s time we injected some humor into the genre.
It has been a real crappity doo dah day that had in it one supremely sucky-ass run, interspersed with squats and push ups and other things that felt like pure misery. Call the kids, because Sally Cheerful the Clown is here! Oh god, is that a balloon animal she’s making? Right, well, today I’m treating [...]
Free advice from me: Um, this is not the most flattering camera angle.
Let’s start with an admission, and no, this has nothing to do with my PMS, though, yeah, still waiting for ye olde flow and still mighty tense and hungry and emotional and dramatic, thanks for asking. But even hormonally induced self-loathing aside, I’m [...]
Ah, clip-art. Is this supposed to be running or crop-dusting?So I’ve been trying to write this post, and I was just bitching to my sister and Elizabeth that I can’t think of anything funny to say. My sister asked me who I’m trying to write for, as in which of the sites that has the [...]
So on Monday I had one of those runs you just die for. Maybe this is going to be one of those descriptions that’s interesting to exactly one person—me—like if I said, “I just bought the most awesome boots on sale” or “I just had the best sex” or “I found the key to enlightenment [...]
Frankie Goes to Hollywood: Dude, how awesomely nasty is this song? When in kinky leather bars, you should absolutely relax, ahem.
When I started boxing, I got crazy-worn every dang time. My shoulders would ache and seize up, I couldn’t jumprope for shit, and I’d feel like passing out in a puddle of sweat and [...]
Rest days are for talking to the skull.
Sometimes when I’m training people, they express guilt over complaining about the workout, or calling me a bitch, or saying “no” when I say “ready?” (which is always a rhetorical question.) I tell them, “no worries at all.” And I mean it. Hell, you can cry all the [...]
When I was in junior high, my reputation as a non-sporty type was pretty solid. When it came time to divvy up teams for whatever sport we were supposed to be engaging in, two of the four or five most athletic kids would generally be selected as team captains. They’d take turns picking kids one [...]
During my “work” time, I ho all over the internet looking for interesting things to write about, and then I bookmark them and promptly forget about them. Then every once in a while I dick around with my bookmarks and go, “oh hai, there’s that thing.” The thing of the day is this li’l piece [...]
One of the things you kind of discover quickly if you are a fitness-y health person with any critical thinking skills whatsoever is that we actually know very little about anything. Theories come and go; what was essential yesterday for optimal performance becomes everything you shouldn’t do today, and tomorrow we’ll probably go back to [...]
Lately I’ve had a series of really annoying but un-life-threatening injuries that have messed with me being at peak performance (like I’d be fully Olympian, oh, except for my pinky is hurting). Like shin splints, a pinched neck, a bruised elbow, a pulled shoulder, achy calves, a bad attitude, a sore throat, a real dearth [...]
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