A Ten Speed Essay About Becoming a Chicago Bike Commuter
Hipsters are supposed to ride bicycles, and this may be why they also all wear skinny jeans. Now, so do I. As a biker, I am not a fan of the cuffed pants look. It’s far too obvious, and I have never had my pants get stuck in my chain. (My water bottle holder, on the other hand, is another story.) So I wouldn’t worry about that hazard too much, but do be mindful that it apparently has happened. Embrace the skinny jean—it’s your denim spandex, and your calves will look so nice. Wear a helmet, for God’s sake—non-negotiable— and don’t plug your ears with headphones. You need to know what’s going on around you, and listen to the buzz of your tires peeling over asphalt to find the beat in your head that matches the pumps of your legs.
Myths About Exercising Pregnant
Recently, at a late spring Bar-B-Q, I uttered the phrase “I’m a personal trainer.” In response to this statement I often field a deluge of exercise related questions. That evening the interested party was a soft-spoken, friendly woman in her mid-30’s, a cream sweater wrapped around the seven month baby-bump of her first child. She was understandably confused about how to safely work out during her pregnancy.
Her massage therapist told her everything was fine except for deep squatting. Her acupuncturist said resistance training was okay, but she shouldn’t lift weights (given that those are synonyms, I’m not sure what he/she even meant!). Her doctor had told her not to run, but she could elliptical for no more than 30 minutes. “That’s funny,” the woman next to us chimed in, “I ran through both of my pregnancies up until I delivered.”
Covered in sweat, arms overflowing with costumes and shoes, sick with a cold, and feeling, as always, that I could have danced better in the competition, I headed from the ballroom to the elevator with thoughts of hot showers and comfortable shoes drifting through my head. “RAGEN!” I turned to see a judge barreling toward me. Instinctively I retreated until my back was literally against the wall. “I couldn’t stand to look at you.”
Recoiling slightly, she looked me up and down like I had Ebola and, voice dripping with disdain, repeated,“I. Couldn’t. Stand. To. Look. At. You.”
We repeated this four times, she louder and angrier each time, me looking her in the eye, emotionlessly repeating, “ok.”
Had I forgotten my dance panties? Blatantly ignored the costume rules? Nope, I had committed a far greater sin: dancing while fat. And—an even greater atrocity—being good at it.
Our Digest of Women’s Sporting News from Around the World
Girls make up forty percent of a skateboarding school in Afghanistan, making it the county with the highest rate of female participation in skateboarding in any country worldwide. http://www.messynessychic.com/
Sarah Thomas works to become the first woman NFL ref, which she says she does for the love of it and not to break any record. She may ref her first game in 2014. http://www.nbcnews.com/video/