Complaining about Lady Gaga’s belly fat? Bitch, Please!

Complaining about Lady Gaga’s belly fat? Bitch, Please!

I might be an athlete, but I’ve never been a football fan. I only watch the Super Bowl for the ads and, this year, for Lady Gaga’s half time show. When Gaga first came on the music scene, I was skeptical. I figured she was just another auto tuned club kid. But that...
Is the Gym Giving Me Pestilence and Disease?

Is the Gym Giving Me Pestilence and Disease?

In an attempt to save some money on more expensive spin and aerial classes, I joined my cozy local gym about six months ago. I mostly use the gym for cardio and floor work, since I get plenty of upper bodywork doing aerial. Unfortunately, I’m not sure the gym is good...
All I Want for the Holidays: The Exercise Tights That Fit

All I Want for the Holidays: The Exercise Tights That Fit

I am really hard on my exercise gear. Seriously, sometimes I work out twice a day. My exercise clothing gets beyond sweaty. That so-called “stink free technology” Athleta was flogging recently is bogus; I stink plenty. The washing machine at my home gets a pretty...
Fitness in the Time of Choleric Rhetoric

Fitness in the Time of Choleric Rhetoric

Like many of my fellow Americans, I was shocked and devastated by last week’s election results. Although I live in California, a very blue state, I am having a ton of anxiety over the future. I cannot and will not normalize the election results; Trump might end up...
Extreme Exercise Can Mean Extreme Silliness

Extreme Exercise Can Mean Extreme Silliness

There’s nothing funny about the Ironman. We have a place in Kona, where the Ironman begins and ends every year. It’s an explosion of the greatest, toughest athletes on earth, all descending upon what is essentially a cozy small town. They reward Kona with revenue and...