Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Have you seen Planet Fitness ads where they show the meathead the door out? "I like to pick thing up and put them down." youtu.be/PAXo3Wr_nYU
Now it seems that a few gyms are actually banning "skinny" people. I read about this new trend at The Greatist greatist.com/fitness/gyms-ban-skinny
"The only real “ban” was at Vancouver’s Body Exchange, where policy only allows plus-size women to join the gym. But Body Exchange isn’t totally alone, as other gyms have tried to cater to larger clientele. Square One in Nebraska targets “people of size,” although smaller clients are also welcome. Downsize Fitness, with locations in Chicago, Las Vegas, and Dallas, was created to cater to chronically overweight and obese individuals although it also doesn’t technically ban anyone."
Louise Green (middle) leads a fitness class held by Body Exchange, a Lower Mainland company that offers fitness programs for plus-size women, in Vancouver, BC., June 2, 2012.
The idea of only allowing out of shape people or encouraging them over "meatheads" makes some sense because as we all know here, being the only "fatty" in a room full of skinny-minnie super stars can be intimidating. We think they are judging us.
"'Many of our clients have not had successful fitness pasts so I can see the anxiety before we get started and I can see the relief and happiness after we finish,' Body Exchange founder Louise Green told The Province, a Vanvouver, BC newspaper. tinyurl.com/bqymp9w
“'It’s intimidating going into a gym setting,' one Body Exchange client told The Province. 'I honestly think some people in a gym setting are judgmental to people who are overweight or have a different body type.”"
It is my guess that this particular business decision, to concentrate on the part of the population that needs their services the most will result in a more welcoming environment for those who need it the most.
Monday, June 25, 2012
Yes, I called her.
When we grow up, we never think of our parents ever being our age, whatever that age is. Mom is in her end of life stages. She could go next week, next year, or may even see her centenary. But with a certainty, she is in her last days. Dad has been gone since before his 62nd birthday. This is not said out of fear or even mourning. We all die and Mom will soon. She and we are prepared.
And yet I still think of them in their middle forties to early fifties. Even now, I wonder what foolishness did Dad get into? Was Mom as big a pain in the butt as Dr Dani was for me? When they were adults, did they have doubts about themselves or their action like I do? They always seemed so confident. Do I seem that way to my kids?
When Dad died, Mom was about a year younger than I am today. Dad was about three years older. He knew he was dying, that his heart was giving out. But he didn't tell any of us except my sister the nurse. I can't think of my dad as being frightened at the prospect. And Mom also knew. When he went, it was a something of a surprise.
I can't imagine losing She(WMBO) and knowing that it was going to happen any time. Last Friday, we celebrated our 39th anniversary on what would have been Dad's 95th birthday.
And today is Mom's 91st birthday. That why I have been thinking about what their lives were like when they were my age. Ah, but here are some happy pictures of Mom.
Mom with her dad. I never knew my grandfathers.
Mom and Dad going on their honeymoon. November 1942. She was only 21.
My three older brothers can bee seen on the right side of the picture. My sister was less than a year old and maybe in the carriage?
The whole family as of 1962 at United States Military Academy, West Point NY.
Mom at her 90th birthday party with my youngest sister Martha (seventh daughter, twelfth child).
Sunday, June 24, 2012
I was given a couple of medicine balls for my birthday earlier this month. A medicine ball is not to be confuse with a stability ball:
My Medicine Ball
Here's what Wikipedia says about a medicine ball:
"A medicine ball (also known as an exercise ball, a med ball, or a fitness ball) is a weighted ball … Often used for rehabilitation and strength training, it serves an important role in the field of sports medicine. It should not be confused with the larger, inflated exercise ball.
"Medicine balls are usually sold as 2–25 lb (0.91–11 kg) balls and are used effectively in plyometric weight training to increase explosive power in athletes in all sports. Some medicine balls are in the form of weighted basketballs."
Mine are 6 pounds and 8 pounds each and resemble mini basketballs. Having received them as gifts, I needed to find some exercises. The following are the first five I have found, and I really do enjoy them. I do two sets of 12 to 15 reps each. I have recently begun a second set of five and I will try to list them later.
1. Big Circles -- Standing with your feet shoulder-width apart and knees slightly bent, hold a medicine ball with your arms extended directly above your head [A]. Without bending your elbows, rotate your arms counterclockwise [B], using the ball to draw large imaginary circles in front your body [C, D]. Do 10 circles, and then reverse direction to clockwise and do 10 more.
2. Woodchopper -- Stand with your feet just beyond shoulder-width apart. With your arms nearly straight, hold a medicine ball above your head [A]. Now bend forward at your waist and mimic throwing the ball backward between your legs—but hold onto the ball the entire time [B]. Quickly reverse the movement with the same intensity, and return to the starting position. That's 1 repetition.
3. Standing Russian Twist -- Hold a medicine ball with both hands in front of your chest and your arms straight [A]. Without dropping your arms, pivot on your right foot and rotate the ball and your torso as far as you can to the left [B]. Then reverse direction: Pivot on your left foot and rotate all the way to the right. That's 1 repetition.
4. Squat to Press -- Stand holding a medicine ball close to your chest with both hands, your feet just beyond shoulder-width apart [A]. Push your hips back, bend your knees, and lower your body until the tops of your thighs are at least parallel to the floor [B]. Then simultaneously drive your heels into the floor and push your body back to the starting position as you press the ball over your head [C]. Lower the ball back to the start. That's 1 repetition.
5. Medicine-Ball Situp -- Grab a medicine ball with both hands and lie on your back on the floor. Bend your knees 90 degrees, place your feet flat on the floor, and hold the medicine ball against your chest [A]. Now perform a classic situp by raising your torso into a sitting position [B]. Lower it back to the start. That's 1 repetition.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
I have a huge list of projects, some new, some hanging, that must be completed not later than July 15. And my upbringing make me feel guilty if I don't do what I ought to do to do what I want to do.
As such, today, though warm, was not humid. It would have been a nice day to run. But I did the right thing and picked up my tools. No two hours of running, but I did work at outdoor carpentry for about six hours. Heavy lifting of pressure treated lumber. She(WMBO) works in stone. She wanted, and got, a fountain for the middle of the patio/plaza but it looked like a plain old plastic tub. So she got concrete wall block and built a sitting wall around it. It looks nice. The block must have weighed 50 pounds each and she need them carried first to the stone cutter saw, then to the fountain.
I ned to set me a goal line, not a finish line. There is so much to do yet that working for finish will become very frustrating. Just like fitness or losing weight, I need some smaller goals, then reward myself as I reach them. Since I have been not running as much, maybe when I get all my steps in, I will plan a long rub the next day. Monday looks like a winner to me.
Friday, June 22, 2012
And they said it wouldn't last.
Really they did. We were very opposite types of people. She(WMBO), a hard driving type A personality. Me, a laid back easy going guy, very type-B. Add to that we were 19 and 20 years old. We have sons that age. It's pretty scary to think of them married.
Our High school graduation pictures two years before we married.
And yet I am the one who remembers. Remembers birthdays, holidays (though early on I was told to not worry about Valentine Day. I wisely took about 10 years to catch on to that request), and our anniversary. And that is the basis of one of our funnier anniversary stories ...
In June 2005, the boys and I spent the entire month in Newport NC working on an old house we had bought, fixing it up. We worked hard everyday and lived in a camper in the back yard. On June 22, I received a phone call from our daughter Medical Student Dani (she wasn't Dr Dani yet, so) and she very excitedly wished me a happy anniversary. "Oh my goodness! Is today the twenty-second? I thought it was tomorrow. I better call Mom."
I placed the call and wished her a happy anniversary. "Oh my goodness! Is today the twenty-third?" No, dear it is the twenty-second, our anniversary. "Are you sure it's today? Oh, look who I'm asking. Of course you're sure." And she's the accountant.
So what was today like? I got up early to run for two hours while she was at the Y. But I decided that I would like to see her before she went to work to wish her a Happy Happy, so I decided to wait to run until she got home at 7:00. By then the temperature in the shade was 82 degrees. "Please don't run. I'd hate for you to drop dead on our anniversary." Good idea. It would be bad form. And she decided to take the day off and we worked outside trying to get the yard in shape for the first time since May 2010. By lunch around 1:00 we looked like we'd been in a shower (and God knows we needed one) and we were cooked, exhausted, done. Dinner was out of the question because I didn't feel much like cooking and she was zonked out in front of the TV before 6:00.
Yep. We've been married a long time.
My favorite picture of my wife.
The two of us in Ireland near Malin.
Yeah, we still like this stuff. It embarrasses the kids.
The happy couple and their son and daughter-in-law.
No, the happy couple and the parents of the groom.
The family we are so proud of.
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