Base Camp

In our tiny front porch, most days, there are squat shoes, deadlift shoes, knee sleeves, belts, climbing shoes, a bag of climbing gear, a flute, dog leashes, easily half a dozen pair of running shoes, hiking staves, hiking boots, a camp stove, a cooling casserole (kept safe from the cats and dog) and other oddments…

Because it’s fun, that’s why

I saw a great quote the other day that made me stop and think: She was a girl who knew how to be happy even when she was sad. And that’s important. Marilyn Monroe There are training sessions in which you haul your ass into the gym wearily and wonder if you’ve got enough in…

On becoming a process person

“I got 88%. What did you get?” Remember when you got tests back in school and the questions would fly? There never was a “right” answer. If you got a better mark, you might feel momentarily better while other kids would call you a show-off or make flippant comments about how you ALWAYS got good…

One year.

Sometimes when you start out on a journey, you end up precisely where you expected to be, via the route planned, and what you encounter is more or less what you expected to find. The scenery is what you had researched, the people are what you were hoping (or at least, expecting) to find, and…

The Secret, or “Yo, Vick! What do you eat?”

How do you lose fat and get stronger? There must be a secret, right? Well, yes and no. Yes, there are techniques. No, they aren’t secrets. I get at least an email a week from people who want to know what my secret to getting in shape is, assuming that since I’ve managed to make…

My own skin

I’m going to come right out and say it: I love my body. I love that I’m short. It gives me tremendous leverage and I like the world from this height. I love that I am physically stronger than many women and always have been. I’m proud of what this lets me do. It took…

It’s not you, it’s me

Most of the emails or comments I’ve received from people about my fitness pursuits have been overwhelmingly positive and for that I’m sincerely appreciative. What I find slightly harder to respond to with any tact and dignity are the more negative assertions, as well as the questions that appear to imply that my choices are…

A change and a rest

For this week and next, I’m eating like I’m not trying to lose weight. It’s a refreshing change and a planned hiatus to enable me to make it through the Christmas season without collapse. I’m still eating properly, paying attention to getting enough protein and ensuring that a large proportion of my carbs come from…

This is not Before and After

About seven months ago, I looked at myself in the mirror long and hard and realised that I needed to change a few things about my life. Some of the big pieces were doing just fine (incredible marriage, awesome kid, good job) but one of the largest had fallen completely out of alignment and needed…

Keeping track

I’m a big believer in keeping track of things. It’s a form of self-defense. I think people with excellent imaginations need physical records to rein in their emotional responses to perceptions on a regular basis, providing a reality check, as it were. Where things like one’s own athletic performance and body composition/shape/size are concerned, it…

It still works

“You’re mocking me again.” It’s a familiar breakfast refrain in our house. I used to wonder why he married me, until I realized that I am a source of constant entertainment and bemusement to him. “Only you would make a game out of cleaning up, ” was his retort. “I’m a mother. THAT’S WHAT WE…