Between their Financial District and Mission studios, BodyFi offers over 100 classes a week. I decided to take on their 30-minute "Studio" class, which uses TRX suspension, followed by a 45-minute Pilates class. I survived. So can you.
It's time for some real talk. Ready? The scale is not your friend. All it's telling you (that is, assuming that thing on your bathroom floor is actually accurate, which is dubious) is the downward force your body commands. It can't tell you how good your arms will look in a tank top, how tapered your waist appears in jeans, or if your need to rethink that pencil skirt. We need to liberate ourselves from the scale's evil, useless tyranny — but let's be realistic, we still need to be able to track our fitness progress, somehow, right? That's where body composition testing comes in.
For this week's Scenes of the City we got up early (4:30 am) on Sunday morning and made our way down to the Embarcadero to capture the SF Marathon.
Two runners take a moment to stretch and appreciate the early morning scenery.
Elite runner and Olympic qualifier Michael Wardian crosses the finish line in about 2 1/2 hours to win the overall marathon.
For our second installment of "Scenes from the City," we documented the citywide New Year's fitness resolution craze. Check out SF shaping up after the holidays, shedding those pounds and enjoying the outdoors. Here are photos from some of the city's favorite workout spots: Crissy Field, Golden Gate Park, Bad Joe's Body Shop, Planet Granite, and fit Bernal fit.
All photos by Joseph Schell
Sure, you can join a different gym, start a new running regimen and trade your desk chair for an exercise ball (good luck with that). But even the most dedicated fitness fanatics among us need a little more than the usual dose of exercise-related excitement now and again.
Whether you’re looking for an entirely new physical pursuit to immerse yourself in this year or an occasional diversion to spice up your regular workout routine, we’ve got five super-fun workouts that won’t leave you bored.
For the last month, the First Lady’s upper arms have been in the media spotlight almost as much as her husband’s economic stimulus plan. Somewhere between seeing the angles of her bare limbs gracing the March cover of Vogue and Maureen Dowd’s conclusion that Michelle Obama’s arms constitute “the only bracing symbol of American strength right now,” we started to get a tad envious.