athletics

Athletics and fitness are the essential ingredients for your body to live a long and healthy life.

The Man Most Unlikely to Be an Athlete… at 58
Working in the senior care field, I am often pleasantly surprised by the energy and verve I see in my aging friends who are 30 and even 40 years older than me. I, too, hope that I will break down the myths of aging when I reach my 80s and beyond, and today, it is far more likely than I would have imagined 10 years ago.
By Greg Goodman7 years ago in Longevity
Casual Training Into My 40s
I've never been the most athletic person. I mostly played video games and watched TV during my childhood. During high school I was a chubby teenager. In my early 20s I finally discovered bboying (breakdancing). That was what got me to train my body to become stronger. It wasn't until I got into my 30s that I started to train smarter. Of course, I hit obstacles throughout the different stages in my life and as my body evolved.
By Brian Anonymous7 years ago in Longevity
How to Train for a Marathon
Step 1: Choose how far you want to run. As cool as it may seem to go out and run a full marathon, a smaller distance may be more suitable for you, especially if you have never run a marathon before. You can start off by choosing to run a 5km, 10km, or even a half marathon before choosing to run the full thing!
By Taj Productions7 years ago in Longevity
Protecting Your Brain
By age 11, my mom had put me through so many different extra-curricular activities that my head was spinning. Although I enjoyed small aspects of each activity none of them seemed to fit, until a friend invited me to her cheerleading practice for bring a friend day. I fell in love immediately and knew that I belonged. Being a cheerleader allowed me to meet lifelong friends, taught me perseverance, punctuality and, most importantly, forced me out of my comfort zone. For reference, I am referring to competitive cheerleading and not sideline cheerleading which happens at a sports game. The two sports are drastically different in athletic demands.
By Claire C8 years ago in Longevity
Returning to Running After an Injury
In January 2015, I had a freak accident where the ligaments in my right knee almost completely tore. I thankfully didn’t need surgery to correct the tears, however, I was placed in a full knee brace for four months. But due to the damage, I was advised by my doctors not to do any sports (including running) for at least the remainder of the year. Now of course for someone who enjoys running and participating in races on a regular basis, this was devastating news to get my head around.
By Shannon Dority8 years ago in Longevity
One Dad and His Bike
As you know, the roads and pavements are being populated by brightly coloured, lycra wearing tosspots who may as well be wearing blinkers—I mean come on, they have death wishes. Undertaking, squeezing through gaps, and running red lights. Yes, I'm on about cyclists. I hate the majority of them, which is unusual because I am one. Before you say anything, no, I don’t wear lycra, yes, I stop at red lights, and yes, I have a bright red face when riding up a hill.
By Average Joe8 years ago in Longevity
Concerning Martial Arts
Martial arts have been around as long as the art of war has been around. Some of the oldest martial arts reach back several thousand years. A few of the ones that are popular today came around within the last century or two, however, and our improvised improvements upon martial arts they have been around 4 many times longer.
By Lynn Gable8 years ago in Longevity
Thinking of Running a Half Marathon?
Thinking of running a half marathon? Great! There is no better feeling than seeing the finish line and then crossing it. Trust me, I've run over thirty half marathons, and crossing that finish line is the best feeling. But getting there takes a lot of work and dedication. The first step is easy. It's the steps that follow that are the most difficult.
By Lela Harris8 years ago in Longevity
Glistening Red and Black
A thick, rubbery smell, combined with the unmistakable stench of sweat surrounds the early risers in the UFC gym. A bright red wrestling mat, glistening with sweat, challenges fighters to spar with their coaches as soon as they enter, followed by an octagonal cage, inviting only the daring and fierce to step in. From the comparatively less noisy section towards the left of the cage, float only low grunts and the sound of vibrating weights. In comparison, the right side of the cage houses nearly thirty-five boxing bags and a dozen sweaty, panting individuals. A lean boxing coach enjoys his time advising various individuals by the punching bags; near the weight equipment, a fitness instructor helps people of all sizes perfect their lifting form which contrasts the tall kick-boxing instructor, who brawls inside the octagonal cage.
By Irbaz Ali8 years ago in Longevity
The Fastest Man Alive (on Two Wheels)!!!!
I have a secret to share with my reading public. I have a secret identity. Up until now, I have shared it with a few people—family, a few friends, and neighbors. I always had a need for speed and my one passion has ALWAYS involved the bicycle. Not a motorcycle, just the human-propelled bicycle.
By Maurice Bernier8 years ago in Longevity
Unto the Breach 2: Fail to Succeed
In this piece I will be writing about how I got the point I am now, what influenced my journey and how it has helped shape my current outlook when working with athletes.
By Michael Carolan8 years ago in Longevity
I Am Not a Sport
When I was a kid I was the stereotypical “horse girl.” Like to a perfect T. Most of the people in my grade knew me more for my horse t-shirts instead of my name. For as long as I can remember, I built my image and self worth around being the “horse girl,” and as I got older, I transitioned from a horse-obsessed child into an athlete, with several accolades and minor injuries to prove it. By the time I reached high school, much to my parents' dismay, I had decided that I wanted to train and ride horses as a career and I thought nothing could stop me. In August of 2016, at the start of my senior year of high school, I had never been riding better, and everything was lining up for me to ride in college. I could not have been more excited about what the coming months would entail. And then, in a split second, everything changed. While completing a simple maneuver (flying lead change), I was maybe an inch out of position and I heard a loud pop like opening a bag of chips. While I knew instantly that something was wrong, it wasn’t until several rounds of x-rays and an MRI later that realized exactly what I had done.
By Heather8 years ago in Longevity