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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Do your friends marvel at your discipline to be at the gym EVERY morning at 6 a.m.? Or is your favorite exercise move texting? (C’mon it has to burn some calories, right?) Maybe you’ve become addicted to fitness gizmos ever since you tried out your mom’s Thighmaster in the 8th grade … or you’re nursing the tennis elbow you got from playing Wii Fit (who woulda thunk it?). What’s your fitness style? After the jump, take our quiz and find out if you’re a Workout Warrior, Gym Rat … or just Loving Your Lady Lumps. Keep reading »
I love yoga (along with the other 30 million women who practice in the U.S). And when I realized that I could combine my love for yoga and my love for James, my fiance, into a partner yoga session, I was honestly psyched.
The day of our lesson, I asked James if he was excited? “Excited is not the word I would use,” he answered. I think he wanted to say “tortured” but abstained. Keep reading »
In fifth grade I was the new kid in school, which is always hard. But I think it’s hardest in gym class. Especially if you’re the new “chubby” kid with zero athletic ability. Hello locker room spitballs.
It was the day before Thanksgiving and, much to my dismay, running day in gym class. Running days were my most dreaded, aside from dodge ball days — my head is a ball magnet for some reason. I was the slowest runner in my class besides Stephen, the even fatter, even newer kid who everyone called “Snuffy.” I already knew what would happen out there on the track. Everyone would be staring at me from the sidelines, having finished ages ago, as I rounded my final lap, huffing and puffing from my allergies, turning red with embarrassment and possible heat stroke, everyone laughing as I crossed the finish line flapping my arms. I can’t do this today, I just can’t, I thought. I hid in a corner of the locker room trying to come up with creative ways to get out of running.
Mr. Pollack, the gym teacher, announced that we would be running the “Turkey Trot” — a glorified one-mile run with a stupid name to make it sound fun. The person who came closest to guessing their time would win a giant, chocolate turkey. How awesome would that be to receive a giant piece of chocolate at the end of this torture session? So totally radical, to use the vernacular of the day. Not that I needed any chocolate. Keep reading »
The other day, I announced I’m fat as a house and totally unmotivated to exercise! I asked you, dear Frisky readers, for your advice on how to get my butt in gear. And you had tons of ideas! Frankly, I found it to be rather moving. One, talking about it here reminded me I’m not the only one who has a hard time getting off my rear. Two, there were a ton of great suggestions that fit a variety of different mentalities. Three, it was buoying. So, thanks! I went to yoga all of twice last week (which was two more times than I went the week before), and I’m planning on going three times this week (uh-oh, now I’m accountable!). In any case, after the jump, we’ve rounded up some of the best of the many great tips on how to get motivated to exercise. Frighteningly enough, summer and its bathing suits are right around the corner … Keep reading »
Here’s a fact: Right now, I am the fattest I’ve ever been in my whole life. Period. End of story. I have all the respect in the world for Crystal Renn and every woman who can love her body no matter what size it is, but I am not that woman. (Granted, not being that woman is probably part of the problem, but what-ev-er.) Keep reading »
It’s that annoying time of year when celebs start “flaunting their bikini bods” and we get sick with envy over the kind of physique a team of personal trainers/dieticians/beauticians/stylists can get you. So fine, we’ll do it the hard way. After the jump, 10 ways you can get it together yourself. Because, let’s face it, no one else is going to do it for you, right? Keep reading »
I made a bunch of resolutions for myself for 2010, among them to attend yoga at least three times a week. For a few months last year, I actually made it to class four times a week, but the further we got into the dark season, my winter doldrums set in and I just couldn’t make it to yoga as often as I used to. At a time when I should have been going more often, I pretty much stopped altogether. And it’s only this week that I’ve gotten back on the wagon, in part because my husband has left town on business for six weeks and I need to do something to keep busy while he’s away. Now that I’m back at it, I wonder why I ever stopped. Perhaps, if my studio played pop music and offered dinner and wine after class, like another New York studio has started doing, I never would have left in the first place. But should yoga studios, of all places, be serving alcohol and grub? A new article in The New York Times explores the deeply divided opinions on the subject. Keep reading »
First came Pauly D’s hair-gel video session, then the Snook-ster revealed how she gets her “pouf.” Now, “Jersey Shore” star JWoww is getting in on the beauty and body advice-giving on her website. And yes, folks, it’s CRAZY … Keep reading »