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Tuesday, January 29, 2008

The moral puzzle that Pistorius presents


From Time magazine
(Bold font emphasis of this blogger.)

It was only a matter of time before the challenge of Oscar Pistorius would run headlong into our cherished notions of what's equal, what's fair and what's the difference between the two.

Democracy presumes that we're all created equal; competition proves we are not, or else every race would end in a tie. We talk about a level playing field because it's the least we can do in the face of nature's injustice. Some people are born strong or stretchy, or with a tungsten will. But Pistorius' advantage comes from what nature left out and technology replaced: his body ends at the knees, and from there to the ground it's a moral puzzle.

Born in South Africa without major bones in his legs and feet, he had his lower legs amputated before he was a year old. As he grew up, so did the science of prosthetics. Now 21, Pistorius runs on carbon-fiber blades known as Cheetahs. He won gold in the 200 m at the Athens Paralympics in 2004, breaking 22 sec.; but now his eye is on the Olympics in Beijing. It was up to the world body that governs track and field, the International Association of Athletics Federations (IAAF), to determine whether using Cheetahs is cheating.

A runner's stride is not perfectly efficient. Ankles waste energy—much more, it turns out, than Pistorius' J-shaped blades. He can run just as fast using less oxygen than his competitors (one describes the sound Pistorius makes as like being chased by a giant pair of scissors). On Jan. 14, following the findings of the researcher who evaluated him, the IAAF disqualified Pistorius from Olympic competition. He is expected to appeal, arguing that the science of advantage is not that simple. Tom Hanks is interested in his life story. No matter what happens next, Pistorius is changing the nature of the games we play.

Our intuition tells us there's a difference between innate advantages and acquired ones. A swimmer born with webbed hands might have an edge, but a swimmer who had skin grafts to turn feet into flippers would pose a problem. Elite sport is unkind to the human body; high school linemen bulk up to an extent that may help the team but wreck their knees. What about the tall girl who wants her doctor to prescribe human growth hormone because her coach said three more inches of height would guarantee her that volleyball scholarship: Unfair, or just unwise? Where exactly is the boundary between dedication and deformity?

Imagine if Pistorius' blades made him exactly as biomechanically efficient as a normal runner. What should be the baseline: Normal for the average man? Or for the average Olympian? Cyclist Lance Armstrong was born with a heart and lungs that can make a mountain feel flat; he also trained harder than anyone on the planet. Where's the unfair advantage? George Eyser's wooden leg didn't stop him from winning six Olympic gymnastics medals, including in the parallel bars. But that was 1904; legs have improved since then.

The questions are worth asking because in them lies not just the future of our sports but of ourselves. Why should nature be allowed to play favorites but not parents? Science will soon deliver unto us all sorts of novel ways of redesigning our offspring or re-engineering ourselves that test what we mean by human. The fight over doping in baseball will seem quaint one day when players can dope not with drugs but with genes. Already there is black-market interest in therapies developed to treat muscular dystrophy but which could potentially be used to build superstrong athletes.

But there is no honor in shortcuts. Today's dopers are like Rosie Ruiz's winning the marathon in 1980—because she took the subway. Are Pistorius' blades the equivalent of his attaching wheels to his running shoes? "We end up with these subtle, fascinating debates about what the meaning of competition is, and endless debate over where to draw the line," says Tom Murray, president of the Hastings Center, a bioethics think tank. "Don't underestimate how difficult it will be to evaluate all the technologies that are likely to filter into sport."

We honor heroes—in sports as in life—for grace and guts as well as natural gifts. When something comes easily, it's easy not to work at it, like the bright kid who coasts through class: talent taps persistence on the shoulder, says, You're not needed here. But put the two together, Tiger Woods' easy power and ferocious discipline—and he makes history. There's some sweet irony in the fact that before Pistorius came along, there was no need for the rules that now ban him. Only when the disabled runner challenged the able-bodied ones did officials institute a rule against springs and wheels and any artificial aids to running. That's a testimony to technology, but it is also a tribute to the sheer nerve and fierce will that got him to the starting line in the first place.

Monday, January 28, 2008

My self-love manifesto

I felt very passionate about this particular piece. It's been floating in my mind for quite some time now. Occasionally, I share emails with others on this subject. It's one of those topics that generates strong feelings.

I’m here to tell you that being thin won’t make your life magical. No rainbows will appear when the scale dips to 145 or 130 or 115 - ever! The perfect job doesn’t come knocking when you finally zip up those size 4 jeans. I believe that loving yourself instead of scrutinizing and berating yourself is the only way to improve your body image.

For the entire article, click here.

Some more news articles

Moderate Activity Protects the Mind

A Primer on Food Poisoning

4 Changes To Add 14 Years

the highs and lows of healthy living

Life is about moderation. Moderation must be calculated over long periods of time. We might workout 5 days in a week and feel like a super hero, and then the next week we eat out with clients 3 times and only make it to the gym twice. In a workout routine and a quest for healthy eating, as in life, there will be hiccups and triumphs. Once you can accept that, it's easier to remember the successes and try to repeat them.

My case in point is last week morphing into the weekend. I managed to run run three times. I had my yoga high. I actually ran on consecutive days, one of them outside. Those were proud moments. Then I had a weekend with beer and pizza and birthday cake. Good times, yes. Let there be no doubt about that. But Monday morning rolled around and now I am feeling a bit sloth-like. Am I gonna beat myself up? No. Am I gonna get back on track? Oh yes.

Today I'm avoiding food excess. Tonight, I'm going to a new workout class "yoga for abs." I don't know what to expect. I am hoping I can get a piece for my column out of it. Nonetheless, I'm still moving forward.

Keep on keepin' on.
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Friday (the 25th)---


Run: 3 miles (outside!)

Friday, January 25, 2008

Uneventful workout

Run: 4 miles
Balancing exercises: each leg for 15 reps
Abs: 200 +plank (ouch!)

It was an easy session at the gym. I didn't have much time but I wanted to squeeze in another run. After all, I only ran 2 times last week. My goal is to run 3 miles outside after work. I know full well that the cold won't kill me, but that doesn't stop me from whining about it!

Oh well, buck up!

TGIF*

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Yoga breakthrough



On Wednesday I went to the 630 class with my friend Rachel. We had a teacher that neither of us had had before. He is actually the owner of the studio. In the few interactions I have had with him, I ascertained that he had sort of a gruff, impatient demeanor. When he walked into the class, I didn't have the most optimistic thoughts. In fact, I think Rachel and I shared rolling eyes.

Surprise. Surprise. His personality as a teacher is wildly different. He was extremely hands on with the students as he prodded them into the rights postures. He had a sense of humor. I think he actually talked about coney dogs for ten minutes. He said "It's a yoga principle that you don't eat a coney dog and then come to practice Bikram."

What I think really enlightened my practice was the frequency of my classes lately. I realized that last night was my fifth class in less than three weeks (Again, THANKS MOM!!!!!). I am happy that Rachel is going and I have this 10 class package. Of course, when they are used up I will probably think I squandered them... but I'm heartily enjoying it right now.

I have always found Bikram to be well, eh, brutal. It is extremely intense. It's cardio, strength and flexibility all rolled up into one whopping strenuous 90 minutes. I accept all of that and I still love it. Well, last night it was somewhat easier. I found that I was going deeper into certain poses that previously baffled my body. I could hold postures longer. I was riding that mind body connection in a fluid, wonderful way. It was exhilarating.

Oh, to be sure, my hamstrings did cry out when I tried to jam my forehead to my shins. My shoulders about popped out as I tried to suction my palms together over my head and force them behind my ears. My back still inched towards the boundary of completely spasming in camel pose... but HELL, that's what yoga is about!!!! (Assuming that you are practicing wisely and with caution.) It is about going to the edge and peering over. It is about saying "No, I can go farther." It is about taking risks in your head and in space for what your body is capable of.

Wow, what a rush!

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Another strong weekend after tetanus troubles subside

SUNDAY-

Yoga: a refreshing 90 minutes of Bikram!

MONDAY-

warm-up: 10 minutes walking

run: 3.5 miles (in 40:30)

abs: 175 + regular and side planks

upper-body weights--
bicep curls: 3 X 10 (10lbs)
tricep diagonal raises: 2 X 15 (8lbs)
chest/ fly: 2 X 10 (10lbs)
shoulder raises: 2 X 10 (10lbs)
back rows: 1 X 12 (40lbs)

lower-body weights--

squats/smith machine: 3 X 15 (25lbs.)
calf raises: 3 X 15 (35lbs)
leg press, both: 1 X 15 (105 lbs)
leg press, single: 2 X 8 (75lbs)
" , combo: 1 X 20 alternating legs

WHEW!!

Last week was a paltry week for exercising. How did I know that tetanus shot would leave me feeling so compromised? Oh well, you roll with the punches and do the best you can.
I finally made it to yoga on Sunday morning. My shoulder left me feeling a bit weak, but I was glad to finally make it to a class after 8 days. I felt very tight and inflexible but I still sweated my brains out!

On Monday, I was one of the fortunate few who had MLK day off. I took the opportunity to sleep in, take care of some long standing chores on my to-do list and get in a long and vigorous session at the gym.