A Call and A Wall: 31 calls, 31 walls, 31 days

Inspired by some recent events and radio snippets, I've taken on a month-long project: starting July 1st, each day I will make ONE PHONE CALL and ONE FACEBOOK WALL POST to people that I know and love. Life is too short not to tell people you're thinking about them.

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Day #29... sort of

I'm kind of cheating on this one... It happened in August, but I didn't call anyone on Day 29, so I'm substituting this instead. I hope you can forgive me.

It's always nice when an old friend contacts you out of the blue to get together. It's even better when that get-together involves food. Last week I had the best of both worlds: my old high school friend, Andrew, and I went out for lunch. We literally had not seen each other in about 5 years, and it was wonderful to get caught up. As always, I felt like I generally knew what he was up to because he pops up in my facebook News Feed every now and then. But, as I've said before, you miss out on the really personal element of someone's life when you only keep up via facebook. I knew vaguely what Andrew was doing, but not why or how he felt about it, or where he hoped to go. I was definitely missing the important things. I also missed the fact that he got engaged and will be getting married this fall! I know it's that time of life when everyone is getting engaged and married, but it still blows me away every time. And it's always so satisfying to hear about good things happening to good people. We've all come such a long way...

High school was an interesting time. Andrew and I attended the Charter School of Wilmington, a math and science charter that also happens to be one of the top high schools in the country. Academically, Charter was insane. By the time I finally got to college, I felt like I had already been to college. In other words, I was prepared, but very tired. The demographics and atmosphere of Charter have changed a good bit since we were there, but there was still that same flavor of beloved geekiness. It takes a special kind of kid to sign up for extra math and science classes just for fun (or to get into a better college). I took AP Calculus when I was 15 just because I could. (Note: I then proceeded to take AP Statistics instead of the next level of Calculus because Calculus is crazy. I then forgot all the math I new aside from basic algebra because all those AP classes meant I didn't have to take any math in college. That's what calculators are for, right?) The point of the story is that Charter attracts a special kind of person, and Andrew is certainly a special person.

I have fond memories of watching Batman projected onto a giant wall in his house to test out the projector system he put together. And of riding small wooden electric-powered vehicles that he had built around the neighborhood. We were random, we were nerds, and we had fun. It's so easy to judge - and be judged - but Charter taught me not to. We're all at least a little weird in our own ways, and it's often that weirdness that makes us unique and loveable individuals. Getting together with Andrew was a good reminder of that. We're totally different people (aside from our inherent nerdiness) with completely different backgrounds and paths in life. But we were fortunate enough to have our paths cross for a few years, and I'm glad they have crossed - if only briefly - once again.

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rabbit-light:

By the first of August the invisible beetles began to snore and the grass was as tough as hemp and was no color–no more than the sand was a color and we had worn our bare feet bare since the twentieth of June and there were times we forgot to wind up your alarm clock and some nights ...

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Day #28

Instead of making a phone call, we went out for dinner with the River Monsters after the WOD. I had to eat a burger to celebrate Burger Birthday. Food anniversaries and National (insert food here) Days are my favorite. The River Monsters were perfect people to celebrate with :)

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Day #27

Let's call this post: Don't Judge a CrossFitter by the Color of Her Shoes

On Day 27, Brian and I went to a Phillies game with the Pallers. (Note: This is one of those posts where I substitute time with friends for making a phone call, and as a result you will have the distinct pleasure of meeting Laura.)

Laura is a CrossFitter from The Riv - one of the "old-timers" as I like to call them. I remember my first few encounters with Laura, before I knew her. They involved a lot of pink and black, and some too-quick judgements. Let me just preface this by admitting openly that I do not have very many girl friends that I talk to regularly or keep in touch with. In fact, before CrossFit I only had one girl friend still in Delaware that I actually saw. I typically get along better with guys, and due to climbing being the way I met people when I came back to Delaware from DC, most of my new friends were also guys. I don't think I have an innate prejudice against women, but it just doesn't usually work out. I also do not like things that are pink.

So, that said, I was very skeptical about the Ladies of the Riv (capitalized because I have since learned that they are AMAZING). I initially had a hard time seeing past the tight pants, and in Laura's case the pink. Everything pink. I literally thought to myself, "You have to be kidding me. This is never going to work." And oh how wrong I was. This turned out to be a HUGE lesson in both not passing snap judgements and how to eat crow. Somewhere along the way, and I really can't tell you where, I realized that Laura and I were not so different after all.

I've since learned that it takes a very specific type of person to CrossFit, and these people tend to get along. I always thought being a female athlete meant I had to prove something, generally that I was just as tough as the boys. But as it turns out, that really only holds true when you're only hanging out with boys. I was busting my ass to keep up with these ladies, and they showed me up time and again. I very quickly came to respect them as athletes, and soon after as friends. When I stopped judging by looks and apparel, I saw what these incredible ladies were all about, and I absolutely love it. For the first time in ages, I feel comfortable around a group of girls. I have friends I can go out with who wear dresses but still kick ass. We'll get completely destroyed during a Saturday morning workout, then go get pedicures. Conversations can range from the juiciest of girl talk to the best way to care for torn hands. I love my CrossFit ladies, and I am so glad I stopped being a judgmental bitch and let them into my life.

I now consider Laura to be a good friend. We talk pretty much every day, workout together, hang out outside the box, and are the best damn gchatters around. Laura is always there for me with words of encouragement when I need them, and to tell me to chill out when I need that too. We've bonded over more than a few things, and we have so much more in common than different. I look forward to our chats, both funny and serious, and she and the other Ladies of the Riv keep me going strong. Through Laura and the other girls, I've learned a lot about myself, what it means to be a female athlete, and how to open up to new people - and most importantly not to judge. My life is so much richer - and more hilarious - with these girls in it, and I am so lucky to have every single one of them. I even made Laura a pink and black bracelet and approved the purchase of some pink and black shoes. I think I'm changing for the better, and I'm pretty sure gchatting with Laura was a solid beginning :)

Photo caption: Wheelz, KTJ, me, and Laura and the DE Affiliate challenge

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Day #26

I have been playing phone tag with Brianna for a couple weeks now. I initiated the calling but this is largely my fault. Brianna is a good friend of mine from New Zealand (who is actually from Washington - see post below for clarification). I posted a picture and am saving this space for her because I fully intend to call her back and have an actual conversation. And now it's out there in public so everyone knows and I have to follow through.

Talk to you soon, Brianna! :)

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Day #25

Ok, confession: I'm taking some liberties here. The end of the month got really busy, so I'm still doing this day by day, but it's a little out of order (and late). But better late than never, right?

Today I sent an email to Harriet, my old flatmate from New Zealand. I may have mentioned New Zealand before, and most of the people I still keep in touch with "from" New Zealand are not actually from New Zealand. They are generally Americans that I met there. But Harriet is actually literally from New Zealand and still lives there. It is difficult to call New Zealand on the phone, so I emailed.

This is a classic case of facebook tricking me into thinking I am keeping up with my friends when I am not. Harriet and I have been engaged in a friendly "poke war" for a few years now. I see her status updates, I know when she moves and changes jobs, and when she gets new pets. But we haven't actually spoken in any form - besides facebook posts - in longer than I would care to admit. Harriet was my "Kiwi Host" while I was studying abroad. She was charged with helping me and 2 other lonely little Americans find our way through the not-so-scary world of Otago University. Though Otago is a wonderful university and Dunedin is a friendly little town, it's definitely jarring to be on the other side of the world with no one you know. I arrived at our flat, 42 St. David Street, in the wee hours of the morning in July 2007. I was warmly greeted by Harriet and my soon-to-be New Zealand brother (who is actually from Pennsylvania), Kristofer.

From the first hug, Harriet always made me feel at home. At the time, she had pet rats, which I initially thought was bizarre, but it turns out they are lovely pets and wonderful little cuddle buddies on cold winter days. She decorated our flat with tons of random pictures from magazines - it was chaotic, but cozy. Harriet answered all my silly questions, told me how to get places, and made sure I was okay. She lent me movies from her extensive collection when I needed a little mental break. And she was an incredibly solid shoulder to cry on when I went through a terrible long-distance breakup.

Some of my friends had very lackluster Kiwi Hosts; I am so fortunate that I had Harriet. She was a wonderful host and a good friend. Always a good listener, she gave sound advice when she barely even knew me. I trusted her - and of course still do - with things I would normally only tell one or two people, who happened to be on the other side of the world at the time. New Zealand easily could have been a very overwhelming and scary experience, but with Harriet's help I was eased into the culture, the town, and our little flat and it ended up being one of the best experiences of my life.

Photo caption: The town of Dunedin from the Botanic Gardens in July

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Day #24

After spending a weekend in the mountains with my mom's parents, I returned home and called my dad's parents to update them on our trip - and assure my Grandmom that I had survived my third skydive. It's been hard to find time to visit with my grandparents since I graduated and became a "grownup." Before I found my big girl job, I used to cut grass for both of them, which gave me a weekly opportunity to drop in and say hi (and close the gap in my part-time salary, because grandparents always overpay for these types of things). Since I've had a full-time job, time has been scarce. I guess that's why I started this project in the first place. No matter how long it's been since I've last seen or talked to my Grandmom, she always says, "Oh, it's been so long!" It never seems that long to me as life rushes by and I roll out of bed and into work, sprint to the gym, shovel down some dinner and fall into bed 5 days a week; and the other 2 days are almost always booked solid with some event or competition or date. They say time flies when you're having fun; it also flies when you're too busy to breathe. Don't get me wrong, I love what I do, and I'm very happy with my busy life. But I always forget to visit my Grandmom.

When I was born, both my parents worked full-time so I stayed at my Grandmom and Grandpop's house. I was the first grandchild, and you could definitely tell. My grandparents loved me to pieces and spoiled me rotten... and took about 100,000 pictures to prove it, which my Grandmom lovingly organized into albums. I absolutely love going through those albums. I've seen those pictures so many times I feel like I remember them happening. Of course I was far too young to remember that, but I like to think I at least remember being loved and being happy. One of my favorite picture memories is of me and my Grandpop at the New Castle airport, where they used to take me to watch the planes. My Grandpop is holding me and we're both laughing. I was a very happy baby. Lots of smiles and cute little curls that passersby just couldn't resist. My grandparents loved every second of showing me off.

I know they still do. It's a running joke that the only time my Grandmom ever read the sports page was when she followed my softball career in high school. She carefully clipped every box score and saved them for me. Every. Single. One. That's love. My Grandmom and Grandpop both have pictures of me as a baby in their bedrooms; my Grandmom says it's because she likes to see it and smile every morning. My little naked baby butt toddling around on their deck, smelling the flowers. That's what I forget to do now - stop and smell the flowers. I guess you could say my Grandmom taught me that, and I didn't even know it.

I'm so fortunate to have all four of my grandparents actively involved in my life. They have helped shape who am I today, and they are still just as proud to show me off now as they were when I was a baby. It just never gets old. The least I can do is give them a call or stop by every now and then, kind of as a way to say thank you. It would really be a shame to have all these good memories from my childhood with them, and have those memories stop because I'm busy or lazy. I may not continue with this project in full force, but at the very least I should - and will - talk to my family. No matter how life busy gets, there should always be time for the people that loved you before you even knew how to love them back.

Photo caption: Me and my Grandmom and Grandpop at my brother's high school graduation party

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bookmania:

from “For Whom the Bell Tolls” by Ernest Hemingway

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CrossFit Riverfront video courtesy of the Illustrious Randi Goodman!

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Day #23

We spent the weekend in the mountains, so I had spotty cell reception and was spending time with family rather than making calls. I also jumped out of a plane... again.

Day #23 was my third skydive, this time at "Above the Poconos" in Hazleton, PA. The jump was for Brian's birthday, but it was far too chilly in January to be leaping from planes. Hazleton was a great location for Brian's first jump. I was very impressed with the organization of the whole process, and it's such a beautiful area to see from the sky.

Of course, every jump is different, and I enjoyed this one just as much as the others. My first was in New Zealand over Abel Tasman. We had just done a 5-day hike along the Abel Tasman coastal trail, and I can't think of a better way to end the expedition than with a jump over the gorgeous terrain. There is certainly value to seeing things from a different perspective, and it was incredible to put where we had just been on the ground into a greater perspective of place. My second jump was in Laurel, DE for my mom's 50th birthday. I jumped with my mom AND her mom - a tri-generational skydiving extravaganza. That was special in a whole different way as I got to experience a once-in-a-lifetime event with 2 of my favorite women in the entire world. How many people can say they've jumped out of a plane with their grandmother? Yeah, I know. She's awesome. And once again, it was interesting to see Delaware - where I've lived my whole life - from a different point of view. And you know what? It's beautiful. My third jump was with someone else whose company I wouldn't trade for anything in the world. And again, I thoroughly enjoyed being able to see somewhere I have been my whole life from a new vantage point.

No matter the time or place, it's clearly the people who make the experience what it is. Whether it's jumping from a plane or just eating lunch or watching a football game. It's not only the places that have made my skydiving experiences special, but the people who I was with that really made them memorable. More than the scenery in New Zealand, I remember the excitement shared with my friends. I remember the owners of the place talking us into jumping on the spot instead of the next day like we planned because the weather was just right. In Laurel I remember how absolutely beside herself my Nana was, having fulfilled a long-held dream. And I remember my mom's giddiness because we were all there to celebrate with her. Now I get to add another special memory of sharing Brian's first jump with him, how shockingly calm he seemed the whole time, and how huge his smile was from takeoff to landing.

And there is always the importance of perspective. We see the same things over and over every day; it's so easy to forget how unique and beautiful they can be. Whether it's the remarkable coasts of New Zealand or the cornfields of Delaware sprawling out to the Bay, there is something special to remember. I'm not sure where my next jump will be or when, but I am sure that it will be just as fulfilling as the last. And I hope the company is just as good.

Photo caption: Me and Brian all suited up and ready to jump!

Facebook post: Ben Gifford, because it's been a really long time

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Day #22: Fun with Family

Today Brian and I went to visit my cousin Gloria (actually my grandmother's cousin, so my 1st cousin twice removed) and her husband Frank. I hadn't seen Frank and Gloria in over 10 years when they came down to Delaware about a month or so ago. I was busy that day, but I did find an hour to stop in and say hello while they were in town. While I was there, Frank and I got to talking about my aspirations of being an FBI agent and my interest in law enforcement and firearms. A career police officer in Pennsylvania, Frank had plenty of great stories and advice. Since I couldn't stay long that day, we agreed to meet up in the near future.

Brian and I headed up to Forks, PA for the weekend (more on that later) and stopped in Bath, PA to visit Gloria and Frank on the way. We started by meeting Frank at a firing range in his old police stomping ground where he teaches classes on shooting, disarming, and self-defense. Frank is a gifted teacher and has a wealth of information - and good stories - to share. Brian has much more experience with guns than I do, but I'm very interested, and I'm slowly learning. This was a perfect opportunity for me to not only learn about something that interests me and could potentially be useful in my future career, but also a great chance to get to know and catch up with a family member who I don't see very often. I can't imagine that when Frank last saw me 10 years ago he ever imagined he'd be teaching that shy little girl with a bowl cut how to handle firearms. But here we are.

After making some noise at the range (yes, I did hit the center x a few times), we went back to Gloria and Frank's house to visit and eat. Gloria cooked an amazing meal, and we spent some quality time getting reacquainted with my relatives. I'm fortunate to have such kind and welcoming family so close by, and this was definitely a wake-up call to stay in touch with them better and not be constrained to my little DE bubble. My immediate family is pretty small, and I have such a warm and loving extended family it would really be a shame not to know them better. It is certainly well worth the short car ride to see wonderful people (especially if it involves sweet guns and yummy food)!

Facebook update: I don't have a smart phone, and there is no interwebs at the cottage, so I haven't been on facebook in a few days. The joys of traveling to the mountains :)

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Day 21... oops

Don't worry. I'll come up with something. Just wanted to save the space in the right place.

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Day #20

I'll start with the picture. There were quite a few hilariously epic pictures from my GW days with Kyle Harrigan that reflected some excellent memories of never-ending parties and DC adventures. However, I went with this incredibly mellow picture instead because it always makes me smile. (And I also know that this was taken the same night that we taught my mom how to play beer pong - classic.)

So my Day 20 call was with one of my dearest friends, Kyle. We met while working together officiating intramural events at GW Rec Sports. Kyle has always been a quiet one (until you get him going), and I think the beginning of our friendship consisted mostly of me talking at him and him nodding... and most likely thinking I was insane. Our friendship was solidified one chilly winter night in DC when we went sliding across the ice at the little "park" (i.e. a small space of grass) on E Street into the wee hours of the morning. It was cold and stupid, but it was so much fun. And that pretty much sums up our relationship. Kyle is one of those friends I have an awesome time with no matter what we're doing.

I can also always count on Kyle to be there for me when I need a shoulder to lean on. He is going to hate reading this, but I'm going to embarrass him anyway. Kyle is one of the most amazingly kind, thoughtful, and trustworthy people I have ever met. Everyone who knows me knows I can talk... a lot. But I've never been one to share very personal details about my life. Kyle is one of the few people I share pretty much everything with. I absolutely trust him, and I know he'll be there for me, offer sound advice, and never judge me. It's fairly easy to find a friend to laugh with; it's incredibly difficult to find a friend to really talk with. Kyle is one of those very dear friends. And when the talk is over, there is of course more than enough laughter to go around.

I had a nice conversation with Kyle on Day 20. Actually, he called me. It is always such a welcome surprise and a fulfilling conversation. And - as always - there was serious talk about life followed closely by reminiscing and many shared laughs. I'm so lucky to have such a wonderful friend, and I look forward to many more phone calls and hang outs with Kyle for a good long time.

Facebook post of the day: I've been all over facebook lately with fitters, old friends, and new ones. And I really didn't keep track. But I promise, it's still happening. Facebooking is the easy part.

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MUSCLE-UP DAY!

Day #19

This evening we went out to eat after the WOD with a big group of fitters. I was also celebrating my first muscle-up! So I was in no state to make a phone call by the time I got home. But - as always - we had a blast with the crew from The Riv.

In honor of my first muscle-up, I'll share one of my all-time favorite quotes:

"It's supposed to be hard. If it wasn't hard, everyone would do it. The hard is what makes it great." - A League of Their Own

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I think of playing catch in a hot street and that wonderful weariness of the arms. I think of leaping after a high throw and that wonderful collaboration of the whole body with itself and that wonderful certainty and amazement when you know the glove is just where it should be.

Marilynne Robinson, Gilead

Just a summer baseball quote to fill the space for Day #18.

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Caution (Taken with instagram)

The back of my skydiving harness.

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We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming with this important alert... I saw something at the grocery store this weekend that was truly disturbing, upsetting, and important enough that I really must share.

Waiting in line as the cash register is boring. Like many mindless consumers, I like to pass the time scanning through the trashy tabloids and celebrity magazines. This week, something jumped out at me (besides Oprah being on the cover of EVERY single one of her OWN magazines): "Seventeen Fitness." Now for those of you who were not at some point teenage girls, or were not fortunate enough to have your very own teenage girls, "Seventeen" is a popular magazine among the tween set featuring celebrity gossip, tips on how to kiss boys, and (of course) half-naked pictures of Zac Efron. Girls use this magazine and other similar weeklies - whether consciously or not - to form their perceptions of how women are supposed to think, act, and (the highlight of this feature) how they look.

Now I'll spare you the ranting against too-skinny runway models and anorexic celebrity divas. This is what their careers entail, they made the choice to live that way, and - while I personally believe their physical image is unattractive and represents a false, unrealistic, and unhealthy picture of the female body - they are entitled to do what they wish. However, it is important to note that these women are not claiming to be "fit." I'll let them slip by with my own private rage and disapproval. That said, I absolutely MUST take issue with a publication promoting itself as a "fitness" magazine that depicts extremely skinny women who by NO means represent the way that a truly "fit" female body can and should look.

I recognize that I have a clear bias here, and I am not afraid to wear that on my sleeve. As a CrossFitter, aspiring powerlifter, and lifelong female athlete I have a very particular personal perception of what "fitness" means. I think the easiest way to explain it is first by identifying what fitness is NOT. Fitness is NOT how skinny you are. It is NOT how big your boobs are. It is NOT the size of your ass or how good you look in a bikini. These are all aesthetic measures of "fitness," and in reality they have no bearing on how "fit" an individual actually is. Sure you can starve yourself, get a boob job, spray tan, and whatever else it takes to look like that girl on the cover. You are skinny, and perhaps you are pretty by conventional standards. But you are NOT fit.

I read a few articles recently about body types for CrossFit women, physical ideals for men, and the health (or lack thereof) of fitness models. I've posted them all below in case you'd like to read further (which I highly recommend as they are excellent articles). But essentially what they say is that the standards and ideals placed before the average person every day are unrealistic, unattainable, and, in many cases, unhealthy. Fitness models and body builders literally dehydrate themselves to the point of hallucination prior to performance to get the optimum level of muscle definition during a competition or shoot. The muscles may be large and toned - and I am in no way degrading the amount of work they put in to get there - but the fact is that walking around the street every day that is NOT what they look like. They can't. It's not possible. Before you start protesting with the "but I've seen guys in daily life with awesome abs" comments, you don't have to tell me that. Believe me, I'm as aware as every other straight woman, gay man, and gym rat on the planet. But also believe me that if you took their picture, they would NOT look like that guy on the cover of "Men's Health," which is a product of dehydration, starvation, good lighting, and PhotoShop in addition to many hours at the gym.

Before I get totally sidetracked on models in general, let's refocus on the issue at hand: "Seventeen Fitness." As you can see from the cover posted above, there is a very lovely and skinny girl on the cover (aka Vampire Diaries star, Nina Dobrev - yes, I had to look that up). This is the same 22-year-old actress who, in the cover article, proclaims: "I’m comfortable in my own skin, and I do what I need to do, to feel good, but I’m built the way I am... I've realized skinny isn’t necessarily attractive. Guys like girls with curves." Now take another look at that picture up there (or at the ones in the link below). Does this look like a curvy girl who needs to convince herself that guys like her just the way she is? Forgive me for my immediate superficial judgement, but no. While I appreciate her feel-good message, I can't help but wonder what kind of other messages this is sending to young readers. Of COURSE she's comfortable! Wouldn't you be if you looked like that? She's also famous, which certainly helps her self-esteem I'm sure. Sidenote: She also claims she looks this way due to yoga 3-4 times a week. No, I do not believe her, and I think it's ridiculous to purvey that as a means of fitness. Nothing against yoga, but you're not going to look like that just from doing yoga every other day.

And the cover shot is just one example of this idealistic - and extremely skinny - body image. The magazine is rife with images of super skinny girls in bikinis - ribs and hips jutting out of orange-bronze skin - side-by-side with tips on "how to get a cute bikini butt" and "best ways to cut calories in the summer." Am I the only one who sees a problem with this? It's horrifying and deeply upsetting to me that this is the image we are giving our daughters, sisters, nieces, friends. No wonder so many girls - and not just teenage ones - have issues with self-esteem and body image. We can expect nothing less when this is what is put in front of us every day.

If you want to make a magazine about fitness, make it about true fitness. Functional strength, toned muscles, flexibility, movement, coordination. If you work toward that, beauty will come along with it. Fitness is about so much more than having a magazine-cover beach bod; it's about being in tune with your body and being strong enough, both physically and mentally, to take on whatever comes your way. I think Coach K says it best, "Knowing your body will change, and knowing things will start to fit differently, understand this is a natural part of the process.  Understand that sometimes being athletic means your clothes may change "Shape" on your body.  What we see is an amazing and beautiful woman.  What we see is power, speed, strength all wrapped up into an awesome package.  We may notice you are looking more lean, or more powerful or heck, even stronger, but that is our way of noticing you are getting the results you have been after."

So with that, I will end my rant. Please feel free to comment back via tumblr, facebook, or twitter (@ktmajew). At the very least, I would love to spur some conversation. And at very best, I hope this conversation can spur change. Thanks for reading!

Links for further reading:

1. CrossFit Women's Physique: http://crossfitsalvation.typepad.com/coaches_corner/2010/12/dispelling-the-myths-women-in-crossfit-and-strength-training.html

2. Impossible Physical Ideals for Men: http://goodmenproject.com/ethics-values/wealthy-handsome-strong-packing-endless-hard-ons-the-impossible-ideals-men-are-expected-to-meet/

3. "Health" in Fitness Modeling: http://www.express.co.uk/posts/view/175179

4. More pix from the "Seventeen Fitness" shoot with Nina: http://www.fitness-diet.becomegorgeous.com/celebrity_diets/nina_dobrev_covers_seventeen_celeb_fitness_issue-4429.html