Everything Wrong With Mainstream Fitness in One Conversation and a Pic

Globo Jim:  "I just can't get rid of these love handles." 

Partner:  "You still doing Yoga?"

Globo Jim:  "Couple times per week." 

Partner:  "Good.  How about cardio?"

Globo Jim:  "Right after Yoga." 

Partner:  "Maybe you should start hitting the weight room." 

Globo Jim:  "Yeah, I could use some more curls and crunches." 

Partner:  "More curls and crunches will definitely help. I'd start there." 

Globo Jim:  "Cool.  I'll start next week, right after Pilates - if I can find a parking spot."

Partner:  "OMH, Right?  I had to drive around for a 10 minutes to find a parking spot that was close." 

Globo Jim:  "I hate that.  Well, at least they got the escalators fixed - I have been complaining for weeks."

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HOW Do You Know?

by Neil Anderson

Globo dude:  "You know she was doing that wrong don't you?"

me:  "How do you know?"

Globo dude: "I have been lifting now for..."

me (interrupting):  "Not, how do YOU know?...HOW do you know?"

Globo dude:  "I attended the university of..."

me (interrupting again):  "Not, how do you KNOW?...HOW do you know?"

Globo dude (frustrated); HOW do I know what?

me: HOW do you know what she is doing?

Globo dude: "she's doing pull-ups...d... (almost says "dumb-ass")"

me (stopping the profanity):  "And why do you think she is doing pull-ups?"

Globo dude (face contorts as he tries to think of ONE other reason in the world a person would do a pull-up other than to build VERY LARGE muscles): "To build muscle?"

me:  "so you don't KNOW?"

Globo dude: "huhm?"

me:  "I thought you were her fire chief or something"

Globo dude (emphatically): HUHM?

me: "I was teaching her a more efficient and effective way of doing pull-ups, using a kip.  The requirements only read that she must do a certain amount pull-ups, each rep from the straight elbow position to chin over the bar position to qualify for the city job she is trying for.  It didn't specify that kipping pull-ups would be disqualified.  So, when I asked HOW you knew she was doing it wrong, I was asking if you had knowledge that superseded her manual?

Globo dude:  "What's a kipping pull-up?"

me: "The question you should have lead with."

My Training Partner

by Lizz Bennett (originally posted 8-11-09)

I have a constant companion.  He is about 6’, 250lbs, and I imagine very ugly.  But that’s on a really bad day.  Everywhere I go, everything I do, he isn’t just next to me, he isn’t walking beside me; I carry him right on my back.  On a really bad day, his legs are wrapped in a vicious vice grip around my waist and his arms are around my neck in a choke hold.  I am weighed down, slow, and barely function with little resolve to follow through on anything.  On those days I think to myself, “why bother?  What’s the point?  I am just not able to do it all.”  On those days I look around at everyone else and see them doing so well, going so fast, and accomplishing so much-on their own.  On those days I suffocate under the weight of my burden. 

Meet my companion, you can’t see him, but he is there.  His name is Self-Doubt.  Even on a good day, when I can barely feel his weight, when I don’t feel so constricted, I still catch him whispering in my ear, “Are you sure you can do this?  You are just a Mom, just a girl, just a (fill in the blank).” It is a constant competition just to ignore him.  It is battle every day to achieve my daily workout without turning my head, listening to him, and giving up. Ten years of endurance racing and every time there is a point at which I think, “Why am I doing this?”

 Maybe you have met some of his cousins, Pride and Laziness, both of them equally large, and domineering.  Here’s the thing, regardless of how I might have been acquainted with him, (childhood trauma, low self-esteem, unsupportive high school coach), I am so completely over carrying him on my back.  I have enough to haul around every day without a 250lb. monster clinging to my life-support systems and dragging me down.  After years of this relationship I will not shed a single tear in his absence. 

Here is what I imagine happening.  Every time I ignore him and get up and give 100% in my training, I picture him shrinking a little bit.  Every time I give myself credit for doing my best, instead of focusing on my short comings, he gets lighter.  Every time I ignore the feeling that I should just take it easy because after all I am just, (fill in the blank), he loosens his grip around my waist and his arms around my neck are barely there.  I imagine actually running a race and enjoying it!  Racing with me and nothing holding me back, feeling 250lbs lighter!  I imagine finishing a workout and being totally proud of what I have done and not comparing myself to anyone else!  What would that feel like?  I will tell you, complete freedom! 

So good bye big SD! Find someone else to ride, because I am not going to carry you anymore!