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October 2011

Part II of a Renegade's Big Box Gym Lament

As some of you are aware, in my previous article, I outlined some of the major differences in philosophy betweenHordon Healthand the U.S. standard "big box" gyms. Now, I would like to recount the day that served as the straw  that broke the camel's back, to turn a phrase, in my experience with Joe Fit.

My relationship with Joe Fit came to an abrupt and unceremonious end shortly after I moved to Boston. At the time, I was an avid Crossfit athlete, and as such had a very intense and decidedly different workout from the standard Joe Fit hamster on an elliptical machine.

Our Game

We get paid money to play a game. A game that many people enjoy at a company picnic or during a visit to the beach or the park. Our version of the game of volleyball is a little different than the picnic version. In our game, the ball travels over 90 miles an hour, and two adult men must cover every inch of the court. Normal people suck air and get screaming muscles just trying to walk in fine beach sand that collapses under their weight and seems to hold onto their ankles like quicksand. We jump up and down in this stuff and try to smash a ball over a net that towers eight feet above the sand, while on the other side lurks the opponent, just as tall and strong and experienced as us, ready to use every physical resource he has to try and slam the ball right back in our faces—the harder the better.

Part I of a Renegade's lament to Big Box gyms

Some time ago, I found myself traveling frequently around the United States as a professional musician. Although I loved my life singing lead for a touring band, it made my exercise habit a tough one to hold on to. I was forced to join several of the growing number of “big box” gyms in order to ensure every city in which I stopped would have a place where I could find the equipment necessary to continue improving my body and my life through exercise.

As I drew toward the end of my time with that particular band, I had whittled the list of fitness centers needed down to one, now ubiquitous, massive franchise.

The Real Story Behind "Money Ball"

Hollywood really knows how to impress the masses.
Take a phenomenal sport story, a story ignited by impossibility and sustained by the hard work and proficient Sport Performance Training, put a pretty face on it (Brad Pitt), and like the Wall Street Debacle, take out the hard working middle class (in the MLB it's the players, they do the work, particularly this motley crew in Oakland) and bury them, then find a hero that is pushing numbers.
This movie and subsequent "Money Ball" craze has hit it's peak.

Boys of Summer

Boys of Summer....
Yesterday, the 8th of October, the mercury in Boston spiked at 82 degrees. Needless to say this is rare. Usually, as we head into October, our population has exchanged shorts and tank tops for an endless reserve of hooded sweatshirts, wooly caps and leggings. Yesterday, however, armed with only towels, water bottles, and a football, four grown men and one striking Greek photographer took a 200 yd walk to the hardened sand of low tide and the gray expanse of the Atlantic.
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