A Joyous and Synergistic Convergence

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Sometimes I come across something that simply overtakes my senses, moving me to giddy stillness and awe. Today it was this video on Instagram, showing a lone woman demonstrating a traditional wax resist dyeing technique. It was unusually long for an Insta video, and mesmerized me for the entirety. I sent it to multiple people with the message, “Friends–the art, and the FITNESS!”

With a serene and joyful expression throughout, the woman squats to harvest two large baskets of leaves from the ground. She hoists the baskets connected with a bamboo pole onto her shoulder and transports them on foot. After transferring them to large vats to soak, she dead lifts large rocks to weigh them down in the water to make fabric dye. I realize this may not be how it’s really done–a single person doing all of this work. Still, the functional movements here strike me. Modern urban life has relegated us to sit for hours at desks deep indoors, and the most we may ever do is walk a few feet at a time, unless we formally train or travel. Putting my carry-on in the overhead bin approximates a dead lift, lat pull, and shoulder press in series, and that is nothing compared to what these artisans do in their daily lives.

We know how physical activity benefits the body–thickening brain networks required for neuromuscular coordination, sustaining clear cognition with age, and maintaining cardiovascular, muscular, and bone strength and resilience. And to do it outside–with this view every day–imagine how this feels, body, mind, and soul! Watch the whole video–can you not sense the energy of it move something deep within you? What does it inspire?

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Imagine the patience it takes to be a maker like this–any artists reading this must be rolling their eyes, duh. While the dye ferments, she draws the entire phoenix pattern and applies wax by hand with fine implements. It reminds me of the parable of two cathedral bricklayers, one who resents the back breaking work because he focuses on what is, and the other who relishes it by imagining what could and will be. Once again I marvel at the dedication, perseverance, and commitment shown in this woman’s painstaking work.

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How motivating, when you start to see your creation emerge in its intended form? These days we are spoiled by instant gratification of digital photos on our phones, carried in our pockets and available in seconds. Remember film cameras? To take 24 photos, retract the entire roll, submit it for development, and not know for weeks whether any turned out the way we wanted, with no chance to repeat the shots… that wires our brains differently. How can we train for this kind of delayed and enhanced gratification in modern life? We appreciate and value of things more the harder we work to acquire or acheive them; we take less for granted. And that makes us humble, generous, and slower to dismiss. We live deeper lives, I think, and this video reminds me.

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Consider how far most of our daily lives occur from nature. Imagine if your work required you to step into white waters, hang onto your creation lest the river sweep it away, and work in collaboration with the earth to bring forth your art for the world? When our creations depend on the natural environment, it broadens our perspective, teaches us how little we control. How humbling and also inspiring, to participate with nature in making something new?

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This video ignites something strong for me–at once cognitive, limbic, and visceral. Epic vistas, resonant music, and a lone human both lifting heavy loads and creating grand art all conspire to incite a deep sense of awe and appreciation for all that we are capable of–Earth and humans alike. It feels like a simultaneous dopamine and serotonin hit, moving me to share immediately with friends, thus also giving me that surge of oxytocin I so live for.

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The woman in the video does everything apparently alone. But we know this production required a team in community, from the planters of the field to pavers of the path, to makers of tools and appliances, to filmmakers. Let us all remember that as much as we may think and feel we operate independently from others, this is rarely the case. Nature always interacts, always intersects, overlaps, merges, and moves in both confluence and opposition. Life is a dance of it all. How literally and figuratively moving!

As we enter autumn, the season of exhalation and shedding of layers, preparing for contraction and rest, let us draw near to that which nourishes us, body, mind, and spirit. This includes art, fitness, and connection in all forms.

Wishing all in the US a happy long holiday weekend! Thank you, friends, for continuing on this journey of discovery and reflection with me all this time.

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Many thanks and much love to friend Kasey McKenney for helping me think through the turning of seasons from a Traditional Chinese Medicine perspective.

Bit Post: How to Get Me There

The loving space

OH how I hate these conditioning workouts.

And yet here I am, on the other side of another one, feeling *AWESOME* in spirit and absolutely spent in body.

I sign up only partially wanting to come. I still have the “I should” voice, which I appreciate and continue to reframe as “I know I will thank myself later. I will be glad that I did it. STRONG OLD LADY!!”

But the catalyst that gets me past the activation energy is the people. I know the coaches; I know they are here to encourage, to keep me safe, and never to judge. I may or may not know my classmates, but they are reliably friendly and welcoming, and we all follow the coaches’ lead, leaving any and all judgments at the door.

They say that how we treat ourselves underlies how we treat others, and we are generally kinder to others than to ourselves. So being in this space, where others are so kind to me, coming here regularly, teaches me to strengthen my body and soften my self-talk.

Melissa taught me the five factors that keep kids in sports; they are the same factors that keep adults in an exercise program:

1. It’s FUN
2. Our friends are doing it
3. We feel like we fit in
4. We feel competent, like we know what we’re doing
5. We feel we are making or can make progress

Generally I think if we have three or more at any given time, it may be enough to keep us going.

At Ethos I have all five. Well, today not the first one. But the other four, absolutely, no question, in spades.

There are simply not enough words for the gratitude.

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“There are two kinds of people: those who exercise regularly because it’s who they are and they can’t help it, and those who do it because they know they should.”

When my teacher in medical school said this, I took it as truth. I now see it as partial truth. It reminds me of what little I know of Ayurvedic doshas, an eastern medicine idea of inborn constitutions; the first kind of people above are vata dominant, always active, high energy. The second kind are the rest of us. That said, these ‘constitutions’ are not cut and dry; they exist along a multidimensional spectrum. I don’t know what Ayurvedic medicine says about maleability of constitution, but the older I get the more I think we are all a living paradox: We are who we are from a very young age (before we are even born, in my opinion), and we are constantly changing and evolving throughout our lifetimes.

“You’re an athlete, Cathy.” Wut? My trainer Melissa stated it with a tone of irrefutable certainty. We had worked together maybe four months in 2014; she had observed me try and fail at many new movements, and also make noticeable progress along the way. Before that day I would have identified more as ‘mathlete’. In high school, classes were easy. Volleyball was hard. I participated fully in practice and drills, gave full effort in the weight room, all to be an okay player on the team. I did no other sports. But I kept playing at open gyms, college and med school intramurals, anywhere and anytime I could. To this day, I can still hold my own on a volleyball court. That sunny summer day running through her neighborhood, Melissa assigned me a new distinction, one I may never have considered. I have now proudly claimed it, and today my fitness program is firmly established and thriving. Since Melissa met my Ethos coaches six months ago, I have resumed learning, practicing, and training new movements, awakening dormant muscles and integrating them with what’s already strong and stable. My weight is unchanged, yet my clothes fit better. I’m stronger. I feel better about myself.

Consistency. Results. Progress. Tribe. My exercise pattern today is the best I’ve ever experienced. I wonder what it will look and feel like with another six months of training and beyond? After tearing my ACL in 2017, I know to appreciate any session that doesn’t end in injury. So how could my fitness be better? I must stay on the path, no matter how it winds and climbs. Surgery and changes at work disrupted my personal training schedule. So I rehab’d on my own at home. COVID prevented me from joining Ethos in 2020. So sibs and I did HIIT workouts at home over Zoom for three years. I can work out by myself; I know now that I do it exponentially better and have ‘way more fun with others. So that’s the plan–stick with the group that teaches me and holds me up. If I can do that, I’ll live to be STRONG OLD LADY, not frail old lady.


How would we describe American fitness? What is our exercise identity? ‘Bipolar’ and ‘ironic’ come to mind. On one hand we positively obsess over it all. If you live in any urban or suburban setting, you can practically fall out your front door and land in a gym of some kind. Sports apparel’s new fashion (genre?), Athleisure, now accounts for nearly 20% of online clothing sales. So you can at least look like an athlete when you walk around outside of the gym. On the other hand, according to the CDC, “60 percent of US adults do not engage in the recommended of activity,” and “approximately 25 percent of Americans are not active at all.” Well duh. Let’s take a look at just two correlates:

Infrastructure. American geographic sprawl necessitates transportation in the static sitting position, in cars, trains, and buses. Neither roadways nor transit culture make cycling or other self-powered locomotion appealing or feasible to anyone but the most determined, avid, and resourced. Most of us barely walk anywhere anymore, to the point of having to track daily step counts to goad us into getting up and moving at all.

Work culture. “Moreover, more than 80% of American jobs involve mostly sedentary activities,” statistics reported in 2021. This worsened for many with the pandemic, as remote work tied to a fixed computer video screen eliminated incidental movement within and between office spaces and in transit (walking to the train station or parking lot is still walking), reducing workday steps to the distance between bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen.

How can we make this better? Some simple, though not easy, ideas:

Stairs. Build them beautifully and out in the open, as centerpieces of our public spaces instead of last resort, emergency egress. Make it normal and the default to take the stairs instead of the elevator.

“5 of the best office staircase design ideas” –www.robinpowered.com

Get off camera. Do you really need that Zoom meeting? Do you need to meet at all? Whatever can be converted to a (concise!) email or voice call, do it. Hold folks accountable for preparation and brevity so all time spent meeting is valuable and productive. Then give them the time back so they can get away from their desks, accompish more tasks both personal and professional, and get more sleep, so they can be more motivated for the workouts they can now fit into their days.

Sit to stand desks. Make them standard in offices and reimburse workers to get them at home.

Give people balance boards and mini steppers as remote work onboarding gifts.

How else can we modify our systems and structures to lower the threshhold to get off our butts? What do you see around you that’s working already?