I admit, I love people-watching. Not peeking around corners, creepy-stalking but waiting in line or hanging out and watching my fellow humans being themselves.
I started working out at age 21, otherwise known as the Dawn of Time. I was present for the birth of aerobics classes and the cult-like following of Atkins.
Core and abs are two words that get thrown around more than reality show drama. They are, in fact, different. Here are three things to know:
It’s been 24 years since I earned my first of four personal training certifications in 1995. As I proudly displayed the American Council of Exercise (ACE) certificate on my wall, I thought I had all I needed to help people get fit.
Many moons ago, long before the existence of the Internet, no one thought much about cardio.
If you’re the one person on the planet who’s not on Facebook, congrats.
You’ve saved yourself from debilitating bouts of FOMO (fear of missing out) due to viewing travel photos from exotic locales, idealistic visits with perfectly well-behaved grandchildren and other fairy tale visions suitable for a Disney movie.
It starts simply enough: You graciously help a friend move, go on a ‘short’ hike that becomes an all-day event, or simply wake up and – surprise! – something new hurts.
Here’s the thing about fitness information: It changes constantly. New research, trends and fads steer us in directions we believe will be The Answer to whatever fitness problem ails us.
After 37+ years of regular workouts, my body has decided to defend itself by developing osteoarthritis. Every workout is now a rousing game of Will It Hurt If I Do This? Oh, what fun.
Exercising at home sounds like the perfect way to get in shape. No driving to a sweaty workout facility filled with Spandex-clad people taking selfies in front of mirrors, gossiping about the new hot Zumba instructor.
Or maybe that’s just my gym. Regardless, home workouts can be ideal. Or not good.