Two weeks before the Chicago Marathon, I bought a new model of the shoes I’d been training in and started running in them to try to break them in for the race. I bought them without trying them on because I figured Saucony probably wouldn’t change much about the shoe between models. I was mistaken, and I wound up getting avascular necrosis in the joint between my second toe and the metatarsal bone it’s attached to at the ball of my foot, which means that there was insufficient blood flow to the joint. The toe is slightly off-center from where it should be, and the lack of blood supply has changed the shape of the metatarsal at the joint — it’s squared off where it should be rounded.
I spent four months running, and now I can’t run until the new year. I thought I was OK with that, because I’d had quite enough running by the time the marathon was over; but then, the last time I was at the gym, I saw some women jogging by outside while I was doing a strength workout, and I felt jealous. I’m doing spin workouts to keep my lung capacity up, but it’s not the same. There are moments when you’re running when you feel like you’re flying. Keep reading »
Beyoncé will be expanding her entertainment company, Parkwood, to include a new, as-yet-unnamed fashion line in partnership with Topshop, one of Bey’s favorite brands. It’ll be debuting for Fall 2015. Her previous fashion line, House of Dereon, was discontinued in 2012.
The new line isn’t just a celebrity collaboration with Topshop — the CEO of Topshop’s parent company Arcadia, Philip Green, said that it would be “a separate, proper business, with separate overhead and a separate office.” It’s going to be based around athletic wear with a high-fashion bent — which makes sense, since practically half the woman’s life is spent dancing and working out. Keep reading »
Last week was Body Confidence Week in the UK, a social media marketing campaign led by Dove (of course). I watched on Sunday as the UK body positivity organization Shape Your Culture got the hashtag #fatisnotafeeling to trend on Twitter in response to Facebook adding “fat” and “ugly” as emotions for status updates. Keep reading »
Apparently “Health Goth” is something that I’ve kind of been doing without realizing it, because it basically consists of having a background in musical subcultures and wearing head-to-toe black when you work out. Cool beans! I hope I get a pass for the color of my shoes, though; I just wear whatever isn’t going to break my feet, regardless of their color. (Is Health Rainbow Goth a thing?)
A few thoughts: First, do you have to listen to goth metal or industrial goth to be Health Goth, or can you listen to goth as in The Cure and Echo and the Bunnymen? Second, I’m pretty sure most lifting gyms play “aggressive” music most of the time anyway (much to my chagrin). Third, I do not endorse statements like “No one wants to see a Grover belly poking through your Under Armour compression shirt” (from HealthGoth.com founder Johnny Love), especially in subcultures. Come on, man, the kids already get enough flack for being weirdos, don’t give them in-scene pressure about their bodies, too. Yeuch. Keep reading »
When Yogi Dan Abramson started doing yoga to help recover from a back injury and realized it was total game changer, he embarked on a mission to inspire more dudes to get their downward dog on. While yoga has always been for everyone, the last few decades have seen it increasingly associated with Lululemon-wearing rich ladies. To change that, Abramson created Broga Mats, a series of yoga mats and accompanying bags designed for men’s bodies and adorned with quirky designs reminiscent of things like burritos, lumberjacks, and trees. Keep reading »
I love the natural high of exercise. To me, it serves as a kind of pseudo anti-depressant* that puts me in an instant good mood, and I like to alternate new workout plans to give me something to look forward to during dull or stressful stretches of time (like, say, the bulk of winter). For most of my life, largely because of Lululemon models that looked nothing like me and my overall hatred of gym class, I thought of myself as the opposite of a “fitness person.” I was on a sports team for a few years of high school, but I still felt like I’d never be someone who exercised of my own accord, and I dreaded “mile run day” in school like it was the plague. At that point, I figured I’d be doomed to choose between either a sedentary life or one full of countless miserable, wasted hours forcing myself to break a sweat when I’d rather be reading a book. I can’t pinpoint exactly when that changed, but sometime within the last few years, I started to kind of like going to the gym. I started to realize (and this is going to sound painfully obvious, so don’t laugh) that exercise is not just for those among us who are ultra-thin and have $200 Nike fitness gear, or something that only some people are “good” at. Instead, it’s an amazingly simple, egalitarian way to improve your life and practice keeping promises to yourself (for real, this was an actual surprise to me). These days, I get twitchy after a few days without a workout, which has me in a bind, because I just injured my foot and am totally out of commission. Keep reading »