Hot To Squat: In 2013, Resolve To Resolve
Au revoir, 2012. Time to turn the page, crack open a new calendar, and suffer mounting peer pressure to declare our resolutions for the new year. It’s a tired tradition, almost belonging high on a shelf next to the oh-so-coveted first wedding anniversary gift of paper and the not-so-practical weather forecast bestowed by the behavior...
Hot To Squat: For Those About To Sweat, We Salute You
Do you like to rock out in the gym, or are you more of a mellow, bliss-out kind of person? Does AC/DC move you to push through that last set, or would you rather be gently coaxed by the likes of Mumford & Sons? Maybe hip hop is more your thing, or maybe you simply...
Hot To Squat: Hour, Shmour
Who decided that the average human being needed to be physically challenged for precisely 3,600 seconds at a time? One hour, no more; no less? For some reason, 4.167 percent of our day has been drilled over and over to be the appropriate amount of time necessary to commit to our daily exercise. That somehow,...
Hot To Squat: To Stretch Or Not To Stretch?
It’s one of many related questions raised every couple of years in the fitness industry with a dizzying medley of answers and conflicting opinions. When should we stretch? Before or after our workout/event/sport? How should we stretch? Statically? Dynamically? Why should we or shouldn’t we stretch? Will it negatively or positively affect my performance? Let’s...
Hot To Squat: Cheater, Cheater
Feeling a bit sheepish? A tad remorseful? Maybe an overwhelming sense of self-loathing? If you are one of the many devotees to the once-a-week dietary “cheat day” program, you just might be (or you might still be deep in a food coma — most cheat days happen on Sundays). Maybe one of your fit friends...
Hot To Squat: Stop The Madness!
Ladies, I am only going to say this one more time: you will not, when venturing into a new weightlifting regimen, suddenly wake up one morning looking like a man. “Bulking up”, for lack of a better term. A fear perpetuated by subcultures of female bodybuilders, fitness competitors, and the occasional meaty biker chick. The perfect...
Hot To Squat: Be Afraid. Be Very Afraid.
Smells like Halloween out there- what better time to ring the death knell on our scariest exercise habits? I know, it seems that I spend a lot of time griping about all of the wrong happening out there. It’s just that there is so much wrong happening out there, and somebody has to say it. Let...
The School of Sweat Hot: Behold, the Man Behind the Curtain
As a distinguished observer of the human condition, I can say with certainty that Matt D’Amico, head lifestyle engineer at The BodyLab, is one of the most interesting men I’ve ever encountered. He has this innate ability to tune into what is happening in the mind of a person—especially if that person happens to be...
The School of Sweat Hot: Meet The BodyLab Staff
They might be weirdos, but they’re not fitness weirdos. And, that’s something The BodyLab is very proud of. So, I’m winding down my time at The Lab–and I’m none too pleased about it. I’m moving to New York City (enter Pace Picante commercial here), so nothing’s to be done about it. Over the past eight...
The School of Sweat Hot: Don’t Look a Yogi in the Eye
What, pray tell, is a yoga blog doing under the category of “personal training” you ask? To be fair, it is cross-categorized to stand on its own in the yogasphere, too. But, I adamantly believe that yoga is a part of balanced diet for any one who is seeking overall fitness. And guess what, guys?...
The School of Sweat Hot: Gold Stars
Matt D’Amico and I love the analogy of The School of Sweat Hot. It’s like a school where gorgeous people go to sweat at one another. Really, Matt loves it because he’s always thought of his fitness kingdom as graduate school–something I went over in heavy detail in my first BodyLab blog. It’s not a...
The School of Sweat Hot: Red, White and Not Blue
Four score and seven 4ths ago, I had the distinct pleasure of spending my Independence Day in Washington D.C. My friend Kate and I were visiting another friend, Steph, at the bar where she worked. Kate and I were both decidedly hungover and had no intention of repeating the previous night’s boozing. It was July...
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