For the last few months we have been saying “Carlos is coming!” Now we finally get to say “Carlos is here!” Starting Tuesday July 1st, Carlos Sapão brings his brand of Jiu-Jitsu to FitFight. He begins teaching classes on Tuesday’s and Thursdays, Noon to 1:15 PM and 8:00 PM to 9:00 PM.
Need more on Carlos? Click Here!
A fun Read.!
Posted by FitLifeSFRob in Contributors Thursday, 24 April 2014 16:47 No Comments
Event Begins on 5/3/2014 and runs the next 4 Saturdays from 1PM to 3PM!!!!
Alright people, who wants to do something fun, and try something new?
We begin the 1st weekend of May. No martial arts experience necessary. Functional costumes (Allowing for free movement and good vision) are encouraged. Super group pricing available.(See below)
If you need a great Mask Check out Ravenwood Masks. We like them a lot!
We are also working with our favorite comic shop Whatever Comics on Castro Street. Rich and Coug know their stuff, and are great guys!
This 4 week session will run once a week on Saturdays for 2 hours. Each class will start with a light workout, and then move right into techniques.
On the forth week we will film you using your new moves on our instructors in a short scene! You will be sent the raw footage and an edited piece of your “Hero” saving the day. (Completely voluntary)
Each Class is progressive, so we highly recommend you make all the sessions.
SuperHero costumes are encouraged, and you will learn what works on in costume and what doesn’t. If you need idea’s look to your favorite Heroes.
- $30.00 Per Class (1 Person)
- $50.00 Per Class (Dynamic Duo Rate [2 Heroes])
- $60.00 Per Class (Terrific Trio Rate [3 Heroes])
- $80.00 Per Class (Super Group of 4 Heroes)
One of my favorite “why didn’t I think of that!” local businesses, fitGLENfit (sister spot of fitBERNALfit), is offering a pretty cool promo in the coming weeks. In honor of Earth Day, they will be hosting five free yoga classes, and for each participant in the free classes, they will donate $15 to an environmental cause.
FitGLENFit is located in Glen Park at 666 Chenery Street, San Francisco, CA 94131. Oh, and after your yoga, go say hi to Mark and crew at Rockit Swirl for some epic frogurt! (2810 Diamond St, San Francisco, CA 94131.)
Check out the class line-up, looks like some awesome stuff:
- Daniel Gorelick’s Morning Hatha Yoga at 9:30am on Friday April 11th will be the first free offering with donations being made to CUESA.
- Katie Caughman’s Gentle Flow Yoga on Sunday, April 13th at 9am is dedicated to the SF Bicycle Coalition.
- On Monday, April 21st, Dr. Eve Bernstein’s Lunchtime Yoga at 12pm noon will be supporting Plant SF.
- Wednesday, April 23, Crystal Higgins will raise funds for Slide Ranch with her 6:30pm Yin Flow Yoga class.
- Hatha Yoga with Diana Meltsner at 9:00 am on Monday, April 28th supports The Reuse People.
FitBERNALFit and FitGLENFit offer fitness for you and fun for your dog– that’s right, you can arrange for Fido, Fluffernutter or Fitzgerald to go on a romp around the ‘hood while you get your sweat on in a local, family-owned and green business.
Sometimes I can rant, I know, and here is my latest:
“What do I have on my mind? (this is a fitness centric post, but you can apply it to many things) I am sitting here thinking that many people in SF need to get their priorities straight. Many people I know personally and many people I have just met have said, “they want to get more fit, that they want to take an active roll in how they age and perform.” So, I mention they need to find a place to work out, be accountable for what they do, what they eat and not be sedentary. Many disappear for a while, and when I see them again (Sometimes months, sometime years later), most of them are in a much worse state than when we had our first discussion.
Posted by Smurf in Smurf Friday, 14 February 2014 16:23 5 Comments
I failed at having a natural birth.
This is a thought that’s entered my mind in one way or another every day for the past 11 months when I look at my awesome, loveable, healthy and exuberant daughter.
Yesterday, I read this recent blog on Runner’s World as I do most birth stories, like a teenager watching a horror flick with one eye closed through parted fingers, waiting for the proverbial monster to jump out of the closet– The big ol’ ego blow of “birth was the most painful thing I ever experienced… but I am a victorious, self-actualized woman who, like millennia of women before me, powered through with only the help of Mother Nature and a warm perineal massage.” What I wasn’t expecting was to be moved to tears by actually, finally, reading a natural birth story that ended like mine.
Like the author, I didn’t have any deep spiritual need or Ricki Lake-level medical conspiracy theory driving my desire to have a natural birth. I don’t believe natural birth is necessarily any better for the baby than one with pain relief (though I do believe that things generally go smoother when you are up and moving around– gravity is your friend). Like the author, I just happened to be an athlete who likes setting physical goals and thinks the human body is a wonderful machine that can accomplish some pretty astounding things if you let it. I wanted a natural birth because I knew it was possible and thought it would be a neat thing to experience. Call me crazy, but I honestly thought it would be fun. I chalked my super easy pregnancy up to physical fitness and positive mental resolve; I didn’t imagine birth would be any different. And, like the author, I didn’t succeed.
So, despite not really “needing” to have a natural birth, why, a year later, is it still a near-constant source of regret for me?
It seems you only read three kinds of birth stories: “I had a natural birth and here are a bunch of photos taken through a Vaseline-smeared lens in the throes of ecstasy only a mother accomplishing her true female calling can experience,” “I had a precipitously dramatic birth experience and am just glad we all made it out OK” (seemingly the only subset of birth stories where “failed natural birth” is an acceptable plotline) or “I looked at birth like going to the medi-spa. Here’s an Insta of me in my Juicy velour sweats checking into the hospital and the Pinterest page of crafts I did while waiting for the baby to come out.”
In the interest of adding a fourth type of birth story to the conversation, I’m outing myself—I wanted a natural birth and failed for no other reason than that I changed my mind. The ladies on the Hypnosis for Childbirth board tried to let me off the hook by asserting that I must have had some posterior-presentation, extenuating circumstances, some dramatic and unusual thing that would make it “OK” that I changed my mind. I didn’t. (To be fair, the blogger I referenced above did have a posterior presentation.) For me, it was a simple act of logic: When I got to the hospital after 15+ hours to find I was only 3-something cm, I assessed my goals, did a quick cost-benefit analysis, took a look at where we were headed and made the conscious choice to get the epidural. Nobody pressured me into it; there was no “medical need.”
Backing up, I did HypnoBabies as birth prep. This means that I spent more than an hour a day for four-plus months getting programmed with thoughts like “Every birthing wave will feel like a warm, comfortable hug” and “I will have a fast, easy, comfortable birthing.” I am the perfect candidate for the system, because so much of the “programming” HypnoBabies does is things that I deeply accept as true. The body is made to do this. Every birthing sensation is serving a purpose and, as a “medical person,” I knew really specifically what those purposes were. My mom didn’t have a particularly dramatic birth with me or my brother, so I didn’t carry any deep-seeded “birth is horrible” baggage with me. I really think it’s a pretty amazing process. It should have been easy-peasy. I practiced religiously, defended my “bubble of peace” as much as I could and was active in online communities, reading about these wonderful birth experiences every other HypnoMom had.
So, imagine my surprise when the whole “warm, comfortable hug” thing proved to be a complete crock of shit, and I was left without any other coping skills but an incessant audio track that was reminding me of all the things I’d expected for my birth– “I will have a fast, easy comfortable birthing,” “I will be calm and present during my birthing…” When I did my birth visualization tracks, I pictured the day spent with Rob a lot like the Tough Mudder we did together when I was 20-something weeks pregnant, only with me “doing the obstacles” and him being the SAG wagon with the backpack full of SHOT Bloks.
What I shortly realized when we got to the hospital was that I was facing the proposition of needing to go deep inside myself, shutting off from everyone and only interacting with the soup-slurping, cot-hogging doula we found on the internet and had met all of twice. The exact opposite of being present and spending an important day with my husband becoming a family. I also realized that, while clearly the “fast” part wasn’t going to happen, I could still achieve “comfortable” and “easy” was in my grasp, too. In fact, every time the hypno-track would talk about comfort, ease and being present, it only served to remind me that those things were available to me right there at the end of the anesthesiologist’s catheter.
Aside from the epidural, I did stick to my birth plan. I didn’t fall victim to the oft-threatened “cascade of interventions” (and, trust me, once you get the epi, they will WANT you to have that Pitocin.) We even stood firm in the face of an asshole OB who used “c-section” every other word when there was no indication we were headed that direction. There was a lot about that day to be proud of, so why is it still a constant source of disappointment? I hate that when I think of that day, it’s not the “happiest day of my life,” it’s a day I failed. It’s a day where I harbor regret. I hate that every time a friend wants a natural birth, I find myself secretly hoping they don’t succeed so that I feel better about my birth experience. I guess this is the seedy underbelly of the natural birth movement. Maybe it’s not as “woman empowering” as we would believe. Or maybe we, as women, are just generally disappointed in our birth experiences as a whole and prone to comparison- Why is this? Surely people who have their gall bladders removed don’t have whole internet industries tied up in sharing and comparing their experiences.
Now, this post is in no way meant to discourage anyone who wants a natural birth, and if you are reading this because a friend or loved one wants a natural birth, please don’t be that dipshit who says, “*snarf* Lemme know how that works out for ya!” (Opinions on natural childbirth, apparently, are like assholes. Even people without vaginas have ‘em.) I operate really well on spite, so, trust me, I had a mental slideshow of all the people who said negative or disparaging things about my natural birth goals to draw from when things got tough. But, apparently, you can only shit your pants in agony to the smug face of an acquaintance you wouldn’t piss on to put a fire out for so many hours before that trick loses its charm. Fifteen hours proved to be about my limit.
And, let’s also be clear that I know I am absolutely lucky that I had a birth experience many women would be over the moon about, so my regret is served with a healthy slice of guilt and feeling, frankly, like a whiny brat. Healthy mom, healthy baby, very little intervention, etc. It really was an uneventful birth. Like myriad other women, it just wasn’t the birth I wanted, and that is a heavy proposition. Regret over my birth story doesn’t make me special, it makes me solidly average.
So, why post about it? Well, I hope that, by sharing my story, maybe some other mom like me will feel the same “not so alone”-ness I did when reading Lauren’s birth story and seeing a little bit of myself in it. My OB told me after my birth that only about 25% of the moms she sees who want a natural birth end up getting one. You figure 25% have an unavoidable medical intervention (c-section, induction, etc.), that leaves 50% of the women who want a natural birth not having one for no other reason than that they just don’t succeed. So this version of a birth story does seem statistically underrepresented—and, for my part, after being very active on the natural birth and hypnosis boards before the birth, I never really went back to tell my birth story out of shame and embarrassment, so I’m as guilty as anyone of contributing to the dearth of “failed natural birth” stories and perception that not succeeding is an anomaly.
And, selfishly, I hope by talking about it I can start to move past the negativity and actually celebrate my daughter’s birthday, not mourn my failiversary.
NOT AN AD!!!!
This is a continuation of our progress. Started this week at 197lbs and I have been sticking to the diet, taking the supplements If weight loss is the end goal, I am achieving it. I don’t seem to be losing muscle mass, though I am failing occasionally mentally. This could be due to the fact that I have not completely stopped working out. (Though I have been dialing it back a bit, teaching classes more than training every day.) The mental stuff has been just weird moments of near senility/really stupid stuff.
Example: Today (Day 9) when I went to brush my teeth for some reason I reached for my contact solution instead of the tooth paste. Went so far as to pop the cap and turn it over, as if I was supposed to put it on my toothbrush. WTF? Hope this is a one off occurrence.
Yeah, I am over this program. See my final thoughts below!
NOT AN AD!!!!
Smurf and I began the BB Ultimate Reset on January 20th, and this will be a list of my notes/thoughts/results as the process goes. Also, I have a bit of an advantage as Smurf is an amazing cook, and has been doing my meals for me. (For the most part) Both heather and I are still working out as well.
Note from 9 days in: BeachBody did an OK job with the menu, as it is nothing special so far. They really need to up their game by creating multiple menus which are both seasonal and regional around local produce. The cost of the meals is not low, and shopping from a farmers market would be a HUGE win for people on a budget. Another note, their companion videos for the program are terrible.
My starting weight on Monday morning was 207 lbs.
Day 1 January 20th:
Breakfast: Good amount of food. Pretty Tasty, if a little bland.
Lunch: WAY TOO MUCH WAKAME in the Miso Soup. Gaaaa. the rest was good.
Snack: Skipped it
Dinner: Very good dinner.
Overall Feeling: Started getting a headache midway through the day that stuck with me until bed.
Posted by FitLifeSFRob in Contributors Friday, 3 January 2014 00:54 No Comments
I am going 2 months with No Mochas, No Booze, and a goal of getting to 185lbs. (a 15 pound drop) The plan is to do it before Feb 24th. Will keep everyone posted!