Thanks to “The Real Housewives of New York City,” everyone has become privy to Kelly Killoren Bensimon‘s workout habits, which include skimpy exercise gear, running in the middle of traffic, and just the perfect amount of elliptical-ing so that it looks like she’s working out, but her hair remains styled just so. Clearly, given Kelly’s toned abs and sculpted arms, this is a routine everyone should adopt. Some brilliant entrepreneur decided the world was lacking in yet another workout video, and figured that with Kelly’s Playboy-approved physique and exercise appreciation, she’d be the perfect candidate to serve as fitness trainer to the masses. Yesterday, she Tweeted the good news, saying, “Get ready for my workout video to come. Who likes squats and headstands?” But will Kelly be as bats**t crazy and unstable as she is on “Housewives” — can’t wait to find out! [Twitter] Keep reading »
Let’s get one thing straight: I am not an “exercise person.” In fact, if I were dating some smart, hilarious, darling and hot dude who was otherwise perfect but had a penchant for enthusing about his early morning gym regimen, I probably wouldn’t call him again. Overtly healthy people annoy me, maybe because they have an irksome way of making me feel guilty that my favorite leisure activities involve a glass of wine and a Parliament Light. OK, OK, I wasn’t always exactly a lazy slouch: I was a serious ballet dancer until the age of 18, and I ran and practiced some yoga in college. But since moving to New York almost a decade ago, let’s just say my workout history can best be summed up as “slightly cloudy with a chance of pizza.”
So how the hell did I become the kind of person who did one of those disturbing-sounding “Hot Yoga for 30 Days” challenges?
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When I was 4 years old I was in my first play. When my big, finale scene came along I was supposed to sweep a moneybag down from a chimney and rejoice. But when the moneybag was not in its place, I was forced to think on my feet and come up with a new ending. I began to improvise a scene: “We don’t need any money, we have each other, we’ll live on love!” Where did I come up with that? I have no idea. But I followed my inspirational dialogue with what I thought would be some awe-inspiring dance moves I had learned in my ballet class. I did some kind of a funked-up pirouette and some leaps. Much to my surprise, the audience began to roar with laughter and applaud. My dancing was funny? It was supposed to be great. While I was a big hit as a comedic actress, I was a big flop as a dancer. Keep reading »
Working out is a necessary part of life, and whether you’re a marathon runner or an elliptical pro, one fact remains the same: You can’t exercise in the nude. We’re always interested in cute, affordable workout clothes because, though we don’t want to spend money on stuff we’re just going to sweat in, it’s important to be happy with what we’re wearing. Now, thanks to Forever 21′s new line of workout paraphernalia, we can stock up on everything from socks to cute sports bras and spend the money we save on regular clothes that show off our hard work.
Best news ever for an extreme pickle lover like me! A new study shows that pickle juice is better at relieving muscle cramps than water or other sports drinks. This discovery led to an new amazing product, Pickle Juice Sport, a sports drink loaded with electrolytes, pickle brine, and a little bit of vinegar, the magic ingredient which penetrates the muscles. You best believe I will be drinking Pickle Juice Sport when I run my next half-marathon. In the meantime, I’ll just keep drinking those dirty pickle martinis I love so much. How about you? Are you switching to Pickle Juice or sticking with Powerade? [AOL]
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Exercise trends come and go. Right now it’s all about yoga, all 700 variations of it. Yoga is fabulous, but sometimes it’s just too serious. Don’t you ever want to make a joke while everyone is in Downward Dog? Don’t you ever want to hear some music instead of listening to yourself breathe for 90 minutes? I do. I was hanging out with my brother last night and he reminded me about the exercise craze in our house for the first half of the ’80s. Every morning my mother and I used to put on leotards and leg warmers and pop in Judi Sheppard Missett’s hour-long Jazzercise workout video. And I’m sure we weren’t the only people on the block sweating with Judi. Jazzercise was huge, until it got ousted by step aerobics, which my dad was totally into, by the way. Keep reading »
Sculpt your guns with some Chanel weights? No doubt, the price tag will be heavier than the weights themselves. [KariCruz.com] Keep reading »
Before I started training for the New York City marathon a couple years ago, I didn’t like running. I hated it. In fact, I didn’t even sign myself up to run the marathon — my mom, who counts exercising as a favorite hobby, thought it would be fun to do the race together, so she sent in the paperwork for me. But after dutifully following along with a training schedule, I came to enjoy my thrice-weekly runs. It took me a while, but eventually, running made me feel good. I ran the race for me, and just tried to finish, rather than worrying about getting a specific time. This puts me in the same boat as many women who participated in a newly published study. According to research presented at the British Psychological Society’s Annual Conference Friday, women were more likely to choose to run a marathon for the first time because of reasons like wanting to improving their mood or feel at peace with the world, while men ran for the chance to compete and improve upon personal bests. Keep reading »
I am not sexy.
That could be the takeaway if you’d been a fly on the pole — er, the wall — at my first pole dancing class this weekend. There are a great many talents I have in this world. But strutting sexy and swirling around a pole are not some of those gifts. Keep reading »