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By: SFR
Yes, it’s that time of year again—when we at SFR go out and research the foreign world of healthy living. Journalists are notorious for crouching nervously by their desks all day, overindulging in whiskey when the stress becomes too much. But, as we all learned during this issue, it needn’t be so! Santa Fe is full of fresh air, mountains, healers, teachers and general mindfulness—provided you know where to look. So, this year, we’ve expanded our fitness guide to include not only tips for the happy and healthy, but also some good ideas for those of us who aren’t quite so healthy—who, in fact, may need to heal before we even start the path to wholesome living. So here it is, Santa Fe: the road map to a whole new you. —Alexa Schirtzinger ]]>
By: Alexa Schirtzinger
When Dr. Judy Scher asked if she could work on me, I expected to walk out of her office feeling light as a feather, uplifted and sublime—a new version of myself.]]>
By: Enrique Limón
A young, dreadlocked woman sits on the floor by the caged outdoor hockey rink at Herb Martinez Park. Though she just suffered an elbow fracture, she didn’t miss her weekly practice. Seemingly unscathed, she starts unpacking her protective equipment, the sun glistening on her impressive RoboCop-approved high-tech brace—the name of which escapes her.]]>
By: Mia Rose Carbone
Nestled here in Santa Fe—among mountains and sky, piñon and juniper and everything that makes our city different and special—is Dr. Eric Grasser’s practice, Unity Medicine. Grasser is one of just a handful of MDs in the nation to join Ayurveda, the world’s oldest healing system, with modern Western medicine.]]>
By: Alex De Vore
Day 1: It Begins
Nobody ever accused me of being thin, but the sad fact is that moving back to Santa Fe after years in California played a major part in letting myself go. For the first year, it was hard for me just to get up in the morning, let alone exercise, but all that’s going to change. I’m excited and dedicated, and my first step is the vow to eat nothing but salads for a month. ]]>
By: Dani Katz
You’re an avid snowboarder, shredding down a Lake Tahoe mountain, when you fall…40 feet. You wake up in the hospital, paralyzed from the shattered neck down. You’re staring up at the ceiling through frightened blue eyes as a hissing machine breathes for you and the doctors tell you that you’ll never walk again. That your condition is “incurable.” That you might not survive the night.]]>
By: Nick Davidson
While you and I spend the warm Southwestern summer days judging whether to swim a few cool laps or hop on the carbon horse and ride the Chamisa Trail, the hotshot crews of Santa Fe and around New Mexico are more than likely at war with fire in the wildlands, humping heavy gear to the edge of infernos. They cut firebreaks, fell trees and hike steep, rocky terrain deprived of sleep, all in the searing heat. So that our own fitness concerns are kept to running for recreation and not for our lives, these elite crews have to be in peak shape.]]>
By: Lily Wolf
As a teenage girl, I was a troublemaker. I was the kind of girl who was regularly sent home for wearing black lace slips to school and ditching math class. In fact, I loved to break the rules so much that I spent 11 consecutive weekends (a record at the time) in Saturday school my sophomore year for talking back to the vice principal. In spite of my insatiable desire to break every rule presented to me as a teenage girl, however, I fell in love with one of the world’s most rigid disciplines: I was totally and completely infatuated with ballet.]]>
By: Ardee Napolitano
Eighteen months ago, you could’ve called me “Piggy,” “Fatso” or “Rosie O’Donnell.” Without the XL shirt, the potbelly, and the terrible case of chin acne, you probably wouldn’t guess that I weighed 220 pounds just before I entered college.]]>
By: Alexa Schirtzinger
On July 7, the Trust for America’s Health—a nonprofit dedicated to improving community health around the country—released a report titled “F as in Fat: How Obesity Threatens America’s Future 2011.” The findings are disappointing, if not particularly shocking: Across the nation, obesity rates continue to balloon out of control.]]>
By: Laura Hitt
Lately, I’ve been longing for organized sports—the kind I played in grade school. Maybe it’s an urge that comes from seeing athletes around town gear up for the fall season by running i]]>
By: Ramon A Lovato
Perspiratory activities aren’t the only subjects of this year’s Sweat issue. Another type of sweat, that of anxiety and psychological distress, can affect one’s health—this time for the worse]]>
By: Wren Abbott
There are gyms all over Santa Fe at which you can swing a kettlebell, do squats until your butt falls off, or even watch Cake Boss while monitoring your calories burned. But if you want to join a basketball team or learn how to perfectly execute the butterfly, it may be time to go back to school—the community college, that is.]]>
By: SFR
It’s not Jan. 1, but prepare to make resolutions.]]>
By: Dani Katz
 You wake up in a flurry of expletives at 5:38 am, cursing your iPhone alarm for being so damned lovely and inaudible. If you’d gotten up at 5:11, as you’d intended, you’d have tim]]>
Despite the name of SFR’s annual fitness guide, the stories in this issue aren’t geared at extreme perspiration. Well, at least, not entirely.]]>
By: Ramon A Lovato
As a child, I was often unceremoniously deposited at the Railyard Performance Center on Saturday mornings, where I impatiently awaited my father and the end of African dance class. In those days, he still danced instead of drummed. Also in those days, the center was an unassuming box space with uncomfortable floors and a low ceiling, situated behind Tomasita’s in the Railyard proper.]]>
By: Rani Molla
In 1998, Angela Simmerman Sierra was in a devastating car crash. Thought dead, she was resuscitated and brought to a Colombian emergency room where, after four days, doctors decided her wounds were too severe to be mended and sent her home to die among her family.]]>
Last spring, my brother announced his impending Long Island nuptials, and I knew something had to be done—something radical. All my life, I’d noted events in the future and told myself I’d get in shape by the time they rolled around, and had always failed miserably.]]>
By: Rani Molla
There’s a certain type of agony only those who are liable to pass out or throw up in pursuit of their fitness goals can appreciate. There are also those of us who can appreciate being in and out of a gym in under an hour, yet totally spent.]]>