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Moving & Exercise

In training…Week 1

After a summer spent pigging out on new cuisines and lazing about, it’s time to get back to work–that is exercising. In reality, this was truly an exercise in bad habits; of not sustaining an active lifestyle because I was traveling. I had definitely planned on running in SA, but a) it was cold! and b) I was reminded over and over that my neighborhood was dangerous, and although not that terrible, running alone wasn’t advisable and I wasn’t going to be able to find a running partner with any regularity. Again, these are just excuses, I mean I could’ve found alternative fitness activities to do in the house (which was also cold), but the point is, I didn’t. Now I’m back in hot weather, where scant clothing is necessary. But with the diminished amount of clothes you can see everything. And I’m not loving what I’m seeing here, on top of which I just don’t feel like I should. So it’s back to being in training. I find that I have to set short term …

Capoeira ta me chamando!

Okay, so I haven’t been training really at all since I graduated from Oberlin (OC Angola!) because it was too expensive for me in NYC while on an americorps budget and I just haven’t found the time/energy to go in New Orleans. Plus, it’s always kind of difficult to start with a new teacher once you’ve trained with one for so long–having to adjust to their nuances and what not. I looked up capoeira before I got to SA, and unsurprisingly, none of the groups were capoeira Angola. So I just put it out of my head. But one of the people I met here in SA, who’s from the states and wanted to do some type of movement for lack of west african dance options, caught up with a mutual friend who plays capoeira. So since she was interested, I decided to go with her. The group is an extension of Cordão de Ouro and they were having their first class in their new studio. So there were a lot of people in attendance …

Weekend Adventures

This first weekend in Cape Town was awesome! I’m being very serious about the use of that particular word, unlike the multitudes of young people who utilize it for anything in their lives that is slightly more than mundane. Cape Town truly is awesome (adjective) definition: extremely impressive or daunting synonyms: breathtaking, awe-inspiring, magnificent, wonderful, amazing, stunning, staggering, imposing, stirring, impressive; formidable, fearsome, dreaded; informal mind-boggling, mind-blowing, jaw-dropping, excellent, marvelous. I went on a Baz Bus Cape Point tour on Saturday. We left bright and early and drove around the entire peninsula for the day. Our first stop was a little beach area where you had the option of taking a boat to seal island, which I didn’t actually end up doing. But I did walk around the beach. The mountains are always covered in a mist that makes them look incredible. Our second stop was to Simon’s Town to see the penguins. They were adorable. The way they walk around reminds me of the way toddlers walk–with that unstable waddle. Strangely there was some dead animal …

Reawaken Your Instincts

I know the book is titled “Born to Run” but I didn’t realize until right around the end of the book that they were serious, that we were as a species designed to run. Not just here and there, but for incredibly long distances. There are two parts of the book that were particularly thought provoking: “‘Just look at the architecture,” Hartmann explained. Blueprint your feet, and you’ll find a marvel that engineers have been trying to match for centuries. Your foot’s centerpiece is the arch, the greatest weight-bearing design ever created. The beauty of an arch is the way it gets stronger under stress; the harder you push down, the tighter its parts mesh. No stonemason worth his trowel would ever stick a support under an arch; push up from underneath, and you weaken the whole structure. Buttressing the foot’s arch from all sides is a high-tensile web of twenty-six bones, thirty three joints, twelve rubbery tendons, and eighteen muscles, all stretching and flexing like an earthquake-resistance suspension bridge.” So really, we aren’t supposed to …

Born To Run!

I’ve slowly been reading this book, picking it up when I can justify taking a break from reading stuff for school (*cough* 7 chapters of epidemiology). I’ve never much been into running except recently when I challenged myself to run a 10K. Consequently, I haven’t run since then, which is a combo of my being lazy and busy, and just not taking the time to get out of bed and go outside. But reading this book just makes me want to strive to run more, longer distance, to really enjoy running not for exercise but for pleasure and the scenery, etc. Anyway, I’ll continue to read and hopefully get my behind up and at it. It’s hard not to find so many convenient excuses not to run. But here’s an excerpt from the book that I really liked today: Vigil, an old man alone in the woods, suddenly felt a burst of immortality. He was ont something. Something huge. It wasn’t just how to run; it was how to live, the essence of who we are …