Category Archives: Exercise

Just dog it

Rory and I were passed by a jogging dog and his human this morning in Central Park and, as always, I tried to read the dog’s mind.

jogging dogDid he give Rory a look of superiority?  You know — the one a long-time yoga student gives a newbie when he enters class?

(Not that yoga’s competitive…yeah, right.)

Did he scorn my dog’s meandering pace?  His aimless sniffing and peeing?

Or was that really a look of longing?  Did Rory’s relaxing walk spark a memory from his puppy days, when mornings didn’t include a mandatory three-mile run?

Perhaps he was just in the zone.  Focused.  Wired in.  Didn’t see me or Rory at all……

Good boy..

Thrill seeker

What do you do when you’re bored?

I read.  Go to the movies or a show.  Often just hop online.

Clearly that wouldn’t work for this guy.

 

Kudos to him for raising money for charity!

Fun is a’foot

Like roller coasters? Hiking, too?

Then you’ll love Duisburg, Germany.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Magic Mountain is an elevated walking path designed by German artists Heike Mutter and Ulrich Genth. Rising up to 147 feet above the ground, this serious climb mimics a roller coaster…and provides some amazing views for hikers.

And walking in a loop-to-loop? Pretty cool.

Leave it to my German cousins to come up with a way to make roller coasters healthy. What’s next? Subways that are powered by footpower? Buses that we pedal?

WALKING???

Whackadoodle.

4 out of 5 doctors

I’m winging my way to Atlanta today, and will be occupying my usual aisle seat.

Only this time, it will be doctor recommended.

The American College of Chest Physicians released new guidelines that suggest sitting in a window seat is a risk factor for DVT (deep vein thrombosis), dangerous blood clots that can develop in your legs on long plane flights.

People who sit in window seats have the potential to move less than those who sit in the aisle.  And it’s really the lack of movement that raises your risk factor for DVT, not your seat.

Now, I sit in aisle seats whenever I can simply because I don’t like to be closed in.  And in my experience, passengers in the window seat have no problem asking me to get up and let them out. Repeatedly.  Several times a flight.  It’s like the people with bladder issues choose the window seat.

On purpose.

So I think they’ll be fine.  And I will, too.  Because they’re there to keep me on the move.

Thanks loads.

Open arms

What can help you both build up your immune system and decrease your risk of heart disease and stress?

Hint: it’s not a pill, an exercise routine or the now ubiquitous green smoothie.

It’s the hug — that simple (and simply wonderful) one-on-one human contact between friends and loved ones.

Fantastic, huh?

Lucky for all of us, today is National Hug Day!  The holiday was established in 1986 to encourage PDA-phobic Americans to ‘reach out, reach out and touch someone.’ So now’s your chance to get out there and improve your health, your happiness and your overall state of being.

You’ll probably freak out a few people along the way, but hey — that’s just a bonus for feeling so gosh darn happy!

(See you out there.)

Walk about

They say a picture is worth a thousand words.

That is never more true than early on a fall morning in New York City’s Central Park.

Dog’s pretty cute, too.

Everything in moderation

I don’t run.  I don’t spin. I rarely ‘feel the burn.’

But I can walk tremendous distances…and living in New York City, often find myself doing so on a daily basis.

Lucky thing.

Researchers from Penn State recently found that women ‘of a certain age’ have more energy and confidence after 30 minutes of moderate exercise than those who make strenuous workouts their routine.

Told ya.

The study also revealed that women who exercise at moderate levels were more likely to stay active over time — take that! — and those who worked out more vigorously reported feeling ‘sad or anxious’ afterward.

(It’s that burn thing — I’m telling you.)

But does more ‘energy and confidence’ mean that moderate exercisers are more fit?  Not necessarily, says Penn State.

Well, DUH.

All you have to do is take a look at the arms of a super exerciser like Kelly Ripa or Madonna to know that a woman who kicks it harder is gonna be more ripped.

But is she happier?  Penn State says no.

And to make myself feel better, I’m going to go with that.

 

Hurts so good

I’m tired.  My voice is scratchy.  My body aches.

I’m not sick — I’m just recovering from last night’s US Open Men’s Singles Final.

And I didn’t even play.

I don’t think enough has been written (or studied, for that matter) on the physical and mental exertions of the spectator.

Especially in major championships like the US Open –  or the Super Bowl or World Series — people watching these events live in the stadium expend a lot of energy cheering on behalf of the athletes.

I don’t know how many times the chair umpire had to tell us to quiet down.

Communist.

I can only imagine how exhausted Novak Djokovic and Rafael Nadal must be this morning.  They ran while they were screaming.

And rumor has it, within the next 24 hours, they will both be catching flights to Europe so they can play tennis on Friday in Davis Cup matches representing their respective countries.

Man, I don’t know if I’ll be rested up by then.

Walk walk

I was walking home from an early appointment this morning and waved to one of the doormen on my block.

“Sorry, I didn’t recognize you for a moment,” he said.

I’ve heard this one before.  “Because I don’t have the dog with me, right?”

“No,” he said.  “Because you’re walking so fast.  You and Rory normally just stroll along.”

This observation kind of took me aback.

I’ve always thought of myself as a fast walker — am in fact always being reprimanded by friends to “slow down” when we are walking together around the city.

I attribute my pace to my days at the University of Kentucky in Lexington.  The campus is sprawled out from North to South, and with only 10 minutes between some classes, you have to book — and I mean seriously motor — to get from one end to the other on time.

I thought my personal walk speed had been permanently reset.  Apparently Rory Dog has taught me how to slow down and enjoy the sights, sounds and people along the way.

Chalk up another life lesson to the “hairy human” in my life.

Up all night

I was a bit under the weather Friday and slept about 30 minutes the entire night. It was agony.

How do people who suffer from chronic insomnia deal?

I was doing a bit of reading on the subject online and discovered The Insomnia Blog by Dr. Michael Breus, a clinical psychologist and self-proclaimed “Sleep Doctor.”

Dr. Breus has a formula that he says will help you get all the sleep you need; wake up before the alarm goes off; and keep you from gaining the weight that can sometimes go along with insomnia.

This guy must be rich.

Here’s what he recommends:

  1. Figure out your typical wake up time
  2. Count back 7.5 hours
  3. Set an alarm to tell you when to go to bed  (and go!)
  4. If you wake up 10 minutes before your morning alarm for three days, you have found your perfect bedtime.
  5. If you still need your morning alarm to wake up, then move your bedtime back by 15 minutes until you wake up just before your morning alarm.

After reading this, I realize why I don’t usually have insomnia.

  • I usually get about 7-8 hours sleep.
  • Rory Dog is the ‘alarm’ that tells me to go to bed.
  • I wake up each morning before my morning alarm goes off (Rory Dog again).

I’m cured.