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Girl, when someone tells you that you’re going to get big, bulky and gross if you lift weights punch them in the face

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Or direct them to this article. You know, either- or.

(I kid. Please don’t punch people in the face. Maybe just swing a kettlebell at them.)

I came across this set of two articles written by none other than John M. Berardi himself. I attended his talk at the Canfitpro conference in Toronto this year.

Most of what he said resonated with me and I have educated myself further on his nutrition techniques, his coaching challenges and his research.

 

Now, before you click the link that will take you to the articles, be forewarned: Please do not brush the information off  by thinking this isn’t for me just because the website where the articles are posted is called bodybuilding.com. This website is a wonderful source of exercise ideas, with very well explained instructional videos, all neatly organized and separated by very helpful categories. If you’d like to get fit and have no friggin’ clue of what to do at the gym, surf around bodybuilding.com and I can assure you the weight room suddenly won’t seem as intimidating. On a side note, I would just recommend maybe ignoring all their advertising for supplements and enhancers; intelligent and informed decisions in this area are a must.

I particularly enjoyed Berardi’s articles because he tackles the biggest myth when it comes to women who lift weights: they’ll get bulky and masculine. Go and read his explanation of why this is not possible. Also? Extra points for him for being on our side and rejecting the notion that girls are wilting little flowers who can’t muster up the strength to change their body for the better. Enjoy!

Lean, Sexy, Hard: Weight training for Women, by John M. Berardi

 

 

The cold grip of fear

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Last week I had the chance to experience mountain biking for the first time, and I have to tell you I absolutely loved it.

It was fun and entertaining, very engaging and exciting!  At least in the beginning…

I found it next to impossible to get bored, mainly because my attention had to be focused at all times to avoid hitting a tree or rock. Or swallowing bugs. Which I did, anyway.

The place where we went is called Hardwood Hills and consists of a series of trails through the woods (on the mountains! Whodda thunk that one does mountain biking in the mountains. I know, right?!) The scenery was beautiful, the air fresh and the song of the birds very comforting.

The first and second trails were very enjoyable and went by with a few minor challenges, some tricky parts where I had to go back and try again. I was ecstatic and had worked up an appetite,  so we made a stop at the lodge to eat our lunch.

I’m not sure if it was the amount of food, the heat and humidity, the excess adrenaline or a combination of all these factors, but by the time we headed out for the third and most complex trail of the day I was feeling very tired.

It occurred to me that this trail was proving to be extremely difficult: a lot of steep inclines, very high logs to be jumped, deep ditches in the middle of fast downhill rides– it all suddenly became too much, too hard, too fast, too scary. Overwhelmed, I panicked.

What happened next was what I can best describe as a battle in my head. On one hand the tidal wave of fears and emotions that were taking over with thoughts of danger and regret running a million miles per second, and on the other my voice of sanity and reason telling me that this was all in my head, that obstacles are only as hard as I make them be.  I proved the veracity of these words when I noted myself freaking out at even the frailest of branches on my path; I was now fully terrified and second-guessing my ability at even small obstacles similar to so many others I had successfully jumped throughout the day. But why?

In one of so many steep climbs I lost control of the bike and fell. I rolled on to my back, looked up at sun shinning through the treetops, and cried.

I cried out of frustration, but also in part out of despair. By now I felt certain this trail was never going to end, this ride from hell was never going to be over. Again, it was interesting to catch myself thinking in such an illogical way and finding it difficult to ground back into reality.

I still have so much to learn, not only about mountain biking but about myself. I didn’t know the potential for such irrational fear could exist in me, and now my next challenge is to figure out its purpose. And if I find it to have no value in my life I must try my best to put it aside, leave it behind, let it go. It’s so much easier to climb hills and jump obstacles without carrying the heavy burden of mental luggage.