Category: Fitness, Health, Happiness

  • Back to School: Heelys for Girls- with awesome video (we think)

    Back to School: Heelys for Girls- with awesome video (we think)

     

    Heelys Socialite

     

    Last week we did our back to school school shopping. I don’t buy a lot before school starts, since their summer clothes are fine for those first few warm weeks; just a few new tops so they look decent their first day and on picture day, a nice-ish sweatshirt or two, some dresses for Cass. Jeans I’ve learned to put off until the weather turns— Murphy’s Law dictates that if you buy long pants early your kids will invariably shoot up 3 inches before September 1st.

    I had a 20% off coupon to H&M from Discover so we did what we could there, and I was pleasantly surprised: we walked out with a ton of clothes for $160, much of which was organic. Their organic selection is primarily basics, stripes and plain colors, no graphics, which is just the way Maverick likes it. And they carry those distressed classic rock Ts which Jake likes (he picked out a David Bowie this time). Winning all around 🙂

    Shoes are usually a pain to pick out for Cass. They’re supposed to wear sneaks to school, for traction on the playground. She likes “girly” shoes, trying to talk me into the pink sequined flats and whatnot. I try to steer her towards more practical choices: Keens or Timberlands, but she thinks they’re ugly and clunky.

    I’m pretty pleased with this year’s compromise.

     

     

    Heelys sent Cass a pair of shoes from their Fall 2012 line, just in time for back-to-school. She was super excited about having Heelys like me (and Jake by virtue of his wearing the same shoe size as me)— but honestly I wasn’t sure they’d be school appropriate, or that she would be happy with them as school shoes. Heelys traditionally resemble a skateboarding shoe more than anything else: wide and with a “boy” vibe (basically the type of thing *I* like and wish she would too). Mostly I anticipated the Heelys to be after-school kicks to keep her active at the park while I did my evening run.

    “Oh hey, they’re like real shoes!” Jake said when he opened the box.

    They are. The Socialite is basically a sporty Mary Jane: patent leather and girly while sturdy and comfy, and the wheel is lower-profile. She can totally wear them during the day at school, even with dresses, with the wheels popped out. And then replace the wheels for evening skate.

    They’re a leeetle big right now, but she’s still learning to skate in them so I told her that by the time she masters her technique they’ll fit perfectly.

    Or maybe not even that long. It took me a long time for figure out how to skate in my Heelys, but Jake picked it up quickly and Cass even more so.

    With some coaching from Jake, she went from wobbly and tentative…

    to rocking and rolling in no time.

    Or more accurately in about 15 minutes.

     

    Some thoughts about Heelys:

    Heelys are a great way to get kids moving. Skating is something anyone can do, anywhere. You don’t need to get out to a park or a gym or have any special skills. Studies show that the more kids get outdoors, the more active and physically fit they tend to be, and Heelys are a fun & trendy way to support that.

    Heelys are multitaskers. You get the added physical component with a pair of sensible shoes, as opposed to having to buy a separate pair of roller skates or roller blades, which aren’t inexpensive. Bonus: keep the wheels in your purse and your kid can pop them in whenever you find yourself with a few free minutes for an impromptu visit to the park, or having to wait somewhere.

    Heelys come in starter styles. The HX2 line has double wheels for added stability for new skaters, which can be transitioned to the traditional one-wheel shoe as you become more practiced. That’s pretty cost-effective.

    Heelys come in a range of sizes. Seriously, anything active that adults can do with kids is awesome. Kids push their parents to play, and vice versa. That’s a very good thing.

    Heelys are not inherently dangerous. This is a pet peeve of mine. I hear people saying that they’ll never let their kids have Heelys (trampolines is another big one) because they’re one of the top reasons for ER visits. Once upon a time I’m guessing falls from trees, bike crashes and just plain roughhousing were top ER injury culprits. Know why they’re not anymore? Because we don’t let our kids do that stuff as much, and I think kids’ health as a whole pays a price for it. Childhood is a time of being physical, and that does carry a risk of injury. It’s how kids learn their physical limitations— and capabilities. We need to stop restricting them out of fear.

    Know what I bet is a top reason for kids in ERs? Car crashes. And we put kids in cars every day, it doesn’t make sense not to. I’m NOT saying, “Kids break bones and we need to deal with it.” I’m saying: wrapping your kids in bubble wrap and not letting them take (calculated) risks does them a disservice. Just do what you can to prevent and minimize injuries.

    That being said, use Heelys sensibly. Heelys aren’t allowed in school with wheels in. Well, OF COURSE NOT. Heelys with wheels in are SKATES and shouldn’t be on stairs, playgrounds or classrooms. Put younger and less experienced skaters in knee pads and helmets, and keep them in arm’s reach while learning. Heelys has a whole section of their site dedicated to safely learning to skate, use it. Supervise. Familiarize your kids with the safety standards Heelys includes with the shoes: sensible speeds, no skating down ramps or stairs, etc. The occasional scrape is going to happen, so carry cute band-aids. (That’s pretty much true of anything when you have kids.)

    I asked the kids to make a video of Cass learning to use her new Heelys since we made one when I got mine, and this is what they came up with. They think they’re pretty funny. Heck, I think they’re pretty funny. If YOU think they’re pretty funny, please leave a comment and hopefully they’ll come up with more videos for you 🙂

     

     

    It’s a spoof of the Malcolm in the Middle episode where Hal coaches Malcolm on skating to improve his street hockey game. If you’ve never seen it, it’s on Netflix and totally worth 30 minutes of your day.

     

     

    Disclosure: Heelys sent Cass a pair of skate shoes for review purposes. Opinions are as always entirely my own and likely more than the company bargained for. For more Heely info check out their website and Facebook page or follow on Twitter.

     

  • The Zen of Happiness

    The Zen of Happiness

    dragonfly

    Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile,
    but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.

    ―Thich Nhat Hanh

    I used this same quote a mere two posts ago about getting my braces off, but I need it again to serve a different purpose. Thich Nhat Hanh, you multi-tasking devil, you.

    One of the ways I describe myself in the bio I use around the internets is “amateur optimist,” and this is not entirely facetious. I’ve always been a cynical SOB. I’m snarky by nature. The TV character I identify with most is Dr. Gregory House (god bless his crotchety soul).

    When I began this blog my life, my relationships, my financial situation and my spirit were spinning out of control. I was in a very deep, dark place, and I wanted to regain some semblance of my self. The better person that I knew I could be. I wanted very desperately to be happy, to not struggle just to get through today so I could wake up and do the same thing tomorrow.

    I wanted to be heard, I wanted to do good, and I wanted to make a difference.

    Part of that process was through photography. Taking time to discovery the miraculous beauty in all the hidden, ordinary things, people and moments of the everyday. Seeing my life through the lens and in the photo editor, I couldn’t help but observe the wayside sacraments of my life.

    The life changing moment was when I realized that I was the one getting in the way of my own happiness. No matter the circumstance, no matter what anyone was saying to me or doing to me, I was the one that decided how I was affected. I was allowing— choosing— to let things get to me.

    And I stopped.

    Not all at once, and not 100%, but your attitude is a habit like anything else. Where an unkindness would once have broken me to tears, I maintained at least a neutral aspect and I tried to be understanding of what caused it.

     

    Happiness is a choice no one can make for you.

     

    I understood that the words of those who spew hate are reflections of them, not me. I learned to have a certain sympathy for the chronically mean and miserable. What sad lives we lead when we choose to not see joy and beauty and good in other people. What’s the point, for those people? What is their purpose, their guiding star?

    If you believe every little thing is a big deal, then it becomes one. Whether that big deal is positive or negative, is entirely up to your perspective.

    If you look for beauty, you find it. If you look for darkness… it finds you.

    In any case, I fell off the optimism wagon. Don’t judge, I’m new at this.

    I’ve been having a difficult time these past few months. I’ve been stressed, and I’ve felt a great number of pressures from a great number of sources, and it’s been hard keeping a smile on my face or even staying neutral. I haven’t been feeling it, and it’s why I haven’t been posting here as much as I would like.

    Two things have happened in very quick succession these past 24 hours, that I’m choosing to believe is the Universe telling me to get a grip.

    The first is this.

     

    smile

     

    Tell me that thing isn’t smiling at me. You can never tell what you’re going to get, taking these macro shots.

    A little surprise for when I got back to my computer.

     

     

    I really believe that the resting state of Nature is happiness, positive energy. That sounds like hippie BS, I know, and I’m not sorry.

     

    dear, dear,
    what a fat, happy face it has
    this peony!

    Issa

    For oft, when on my couch I lie
    In vacant or in pensive mood,
    They flash upon that inward eye
    Which is the bliss of solitude;
    And then my heart with pleasure fills,
    And dances with the daffodils.

    -William Wordsworth

     

    I could go on all day but you get the point. There are a lot of intelligent, beautiful people talking about the happiness of nature. Hell, even Sylvia Plath in The Bell Jar wrote “I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy.”

    Zen text instructs us to be “empty vessels,” to have “mind like water.”

    Go outside, be still and empty, and you will find yourself filled. We become unhappy when we close ourselves off from the beauty and happiness that courses all around us. Open up your heart and your spirit to the world and the people around you and believe you deserve to receive good things… and you will.

     

    A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
    ― Albert Einstein

     

    The second thing that happened, right after a dragonfly mind-bogglingly posed for his closeup, waiting patiently while I went inside to get my good camera for the first time in months, then back in for my better lens,  revealing a series of smiling headshots…

     

     

     

     

     

     

    was this headline plastered all over my newsfeeds.

    Smiling Reduces Stress and Helps the Heart.

    Even with our bodies, the default is happiness. Smiling, whether you’re feeling it or not, is physically good for you.

    Did I just write 800 words to tell you to fake it until you make it?

    I did. I did it mostly as a reminder to myself, but maybe you’ve never experienced this notion for yourself.

    Your natural state is happiness.

    You don’t have to go around all crazy upbeat all the time. Just be. Contentment is a natural state. Child-like.

    Smile. Stop fighting it.

    We all say we want to be happy. So… just do it.

    It’s that simple.

    Don’t get me wrong, it’s hard as hell.

    It gets easier.

    Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.
    ―the Dalai Lama

    Thus concludes your moment of zen. I hope someone actually reads this, and that it does them some good.

    It did me a world of good writing it.

     

  • Merrell Down and Dirty Mud Run Philadelphia

    Merrell Down and Dirty Mud Run Philadelphia

    kid adventure run

     

    the world is mud-
    luscious

    puddle-wonderful

    from “in Just” by e e cummings

    On July 15th, Cassidy turned 8 years old.

    But before we did this…

     

    we did this.

     

     

    Jake and I ran the Merrell Down & Dirty Mud Run 5K. I was, frankly, a little nervous about this one; I presumed the obstacles would be a bit more difficult and I haven’t been running quite as much in the heat and humidity.

    We got there way early. Like with the Color Run, we’d already picked up our race packets the day before, but it really wasn’t necessary. This race was a well-oiled machine. Parking was easy (and free!), the shuttle didn’t take long, and there were no lines anywhere. We spent over an hour just waiting for the start gun.

     

     

    In actuality, the obstacles weren’t terrible. There were several walls to go over, but plenty of footholds. The girl next to me went down at the rock wall, which made me nervously check to make sure the dude who assured me “you got this, and I’m right behind you” was still there… nah. He had totally gone on to spot someone else. I was very careful swinging my muddy foot to the other side. There was another wall that you had to pull yourself over using a rope— I’m not so sure I would have found that easy 6 months ago, but it barely slowed me down.

    The best was a giant inflatable rope wall obstacle. The other side was a VERY steep slide that would normally have been daunting for me, but I was so happy to be done climbing the rope on the shifting inflatable that the slide was a relief.

     

     

    The only injury I got was from entering a mud pit a little overzealously… the liner is held down with big rocks and I slammed my knee into one. 10 days later and it’s still a mass of black and blue (and a little bit of green, now).

    The run itself was another story. The course ran through Fairmount Park and was hella hilly. We took it pretty easy on the hills, pretty much walking up and then running down.

    Stupid, in hindsight, because a) turns out it hurts just as much running down hills as up and b) we lost all speed once we went through a mud pit. Our shoes were full of gravel and weighed fifty pounds. We should have run our butts off while we could, in the beginning.

    It was fun, but it was definitely a challenge, and I really felt like I accomplished something when we were done.

    (YES, I KNOW that people run 5Ks all the time, as someone helpfully pointed out to me afterwards, and maybe it’s a little silly to be so proud of it. I run 5K a couple times a week, after all. This run tired me out, made me feel strong, and that made it worth the early wakeup and the drive. And I suspect it may be something you only “get” when you run too.)

    Paul Mitchell was offering $15 hair cuts for charity, so Jake got his hair did while we tried to get some food. Sadly, they had run out of meal tickets for purchase (!) so we had to split our two that came with registration amongst all 5 of us. Some of us handled that news better than others.

    Then it was Cass’s turn in the Kids Adventure Run.

    Once they had corralled all the kids by age (Cass’s division was 7-13), parents were to leave the corrals. A LOT of kids were not happy about that… Cass was awesome as usual and befriended some girls who were scared and crying. By the time their wave hit the start line they were all smiles.

     

     

    Cass ran the course in just over 11 minutes, in spite of losing a shoe in a mud pit and having to go back in for it. She’s fierce.

     

     

    Kid was seriously muddy. She looked like a dirty dwarf.

    But LOOK at that smile.

     

     

    Some tips for mud runs and kids’ mud runs in particular:

    • Run hard in the beginning while you can.
    • Small plastic grocery bags are not going to cut it holding your dirty clothes for any amount of time. Bring something sturdier.
    • Don’t assume you’ll be able to hose off afterwards… they were running out of water towards the end.
    • If you have a kid running a later race, remember you’re going to get muddy again hosing them off.
    • Bring flips/Crocs/whatever to slop around in.
    • Have your girls wear a bathing suit under their clothes for ease of hose-off.
    • Prepare your child to be separated from you pre-race… and be prepared to catch them crossing the finish line or have a pre-determined meeting spot. Since I took her picture at the finish, I lost sight of Cass when she re-entered the crowd. It was a scary 90 seconds or so, not a huge deal, but for more sensitive kids a potentially big deal. Also for kids like this that were basically running blind.

     

     

    It was seriously a wonderfully empowering experience for those of us that ran. Not to mention getting muddy is just plain fun.

    If the Merrell Down & Dirty Mud Run is coming to your town JUST DO IT 🙂