Taping Your Feet For Martial Arts

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I’ve got plenty of problems when it comes to martial arts. My thai kicks are lame, I get asthma attacks, and I can’t wear glasses with a sparring helmet on (plus, I don’t have contacts), so for me, sparring’s like that scene from Star Wars with Luke and Obi-Wan. But the most frustrating thing ever is getting cracks in the balls of my feet. Because even when I ace my thai kicks, remember to use my inhaler before class, and am doing drills without a helmet (and therefore, with eyesight!) — damaged skin on the bottoms of my feet hurts like a mofo and makes the mats…
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Fueling For Weight Loss Is An Oxymoron

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When you talk about health and wellness, it’s easy to say, “food is fuel.” The problem is that a lot of people jump into a fitness program with a goal that makes it hard to really see food as fuel. Take the calories-in/calories-out approach. Technically, that’s exactly how you lose weight. But psychologically, what ends up happening with that approach is a major increase in calories out (why not make every day a long-run day?) paired with a major decrease in calories in (if 1,200 calories is the bare minimum, then 900 calories must be better, right??), with the expectation that the piddly number of calories you…
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The Thing About Brazilian Jiu Jitsu

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I’ve been wanting to blog about Brazilian jiu jitsu (BJJ) for a while. But, even though I’ve been training consistently for over a year, learning a bunch and moving slowly, snail-like, up the ranks… Even though I’ve upgraded my gear, getting fun new gis and rashguards and SWAG… Even though I’ve attended a kick-ass women’s grappling camp and competed in (…and won my division in??!) a small local tournament… …BJJ is so hard to talk about! Seriously, you should see my notes. They’re terrible. Especially when you’re a white belt, it’s impossible to technically explain how to do an armbar in less than 500…
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Eye of the Tiger

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I spent two hours last night tearing through every bit of pack-rat nonsense I’ve hung onto since grade school. I found everything from my middle school BFF’s only squeaky-clean discipline card to my award-winning 4th grade short story about a poet and a dragon. Why did I submit myself to dust, belly button lint and mouse droppings for two hours? To find my inner tiger! My senior year of high school, I decided that I wanted to get fit, learn some self defense and have a little fun. I joined what was then called Tiger Kung-Fu Academy (now Zai Martial…
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