When it comes to nutriton, there are a lot of voices out there on the internet vying for your attention. Doing a simple search for “best nutrition strategies” can be overwhelming enough to deter you from making the changes that you want to make. Who to believe?!
Everyone is a fitness expert, right? Every new website has a different plan an opinions on strategy shift drastically from month to month. It can be frustrating.
I’ve spent a lot of time online sifting through all the information out there, and at the end of the day, it’s John Berardi that rises to the top. His free articles like The 7 Habits of Highly Effective Nutrition Plans are diamond mines of rock-solid nutrition advice from a guy who has been formally studying exercise science and nutrition for years.
In the following weeks I’ll be featuring 27 tips from Berardi: starting today!
I’m stuck at a marketing seminar in LA through Sunday.
Do you realize what this means? Do you realize that I am separated from my bike during ‘cross season? Do you realize that I am actually going to miss a cyclocross race? DO YOU KNOW HOW SAD THIS MAKE ME? Continue reading
Sal and I headed out to Forest Park last night for my first cyclocross ride of the year. Actually, it was my first ride of any kind in about 8 weeks. I was a little nervous – recalling my first ride up Thurman last year – how I gasped and sputtered and generally almost blew up. Seriously, it was a little embarrassing.
Last year, I ran all year. When I hit ‘cross season, I’d just finished running the Hood to Coast. I felt like I was in pretty good shape. I wasn’t too worried.
People tell me all the time that they are amazed by my energy/motivation/commitment/determination/insanity. And while I’m flattered by this, I remain mostly unimpressed with myself.
I couldn’t sleep last night.
In the muggy thickness of a strange and humid Portland summer my mind traversed continents. Upon entertaining the notion of going back to India I found myself off on a Nepali trek with a witty Kiwi named Peter. Memories and intentions blurred, scraping the surface of dreaming.
This is what you think about when you are distracting yourself from the fact that you’re sweating through your sheets and there’s a boot camp that awaits you in no less than 4 hours.
The truth is, I was nervous.
We had a two week break after the last boot camp session and then I missed a week (last week) due to business travel. After three weeks off my pony, I was a little leery about getting back on. Continue reading
Damn. The past week was incredible.
I have a two-week break from boot camp and Sal and I high-tailed it north for a much-needed min-vacation. Needless to say, I gave myself a break from the rigor of the eating plan I’ve been following for the past six weeks. It felt good to relax and unwind. We ate out a lot. We bought gourmet cheeses, expensive wines, and high-end dark chocolate one night and went out Caligula-style.
Which brings me to an important point I may not have mentioned here before; I am a total foodie. Continue reading
Daniel destroyed us this morning at boot camp.
It didn’t help that I pulled a rookie move and showed up to the workout without having any sort of snack beforehand. Usually it’s just half an apple or a handful of blueberries – it doesn’t seem like it should make that much difference, but it does.
I got a brutal reminder of that this morning as I suffered the wrath of a Week 4 Thursday muscle-burner.
Fifteen minutes in I was holding a push-up plank, dripping a near-steady stream of sweat onto my mat and seriously beginning to wonder if I was going to make it. Daniel’s voice reached me through the ether of my suffering: “I know you don’t think you’re going to make it but you are. I know you are.”
He wasn’t talking to me. He was talking to everyone. In fact, he was on the other side of the court when he said it but it came through loud and clear. I tightened my abs, gritted my teeth, and started counting the drops that were falling off the tip of my nose.
I went into my pain cave.