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thunderstorm and accompanying downpour/flash flood. I swam in the pool just to keep cool. I drank sweet tea (really half sweet, half unsweetened. Even my sweet tooth was not Southern). I sat in one place and talked. A lot. That first summer, I went to visit my college housemate at his family’s “summer cottage” on Lake Erie in Ohio. It was stifling hot there too. I drove through Tennessee, Kentucky, and Ohio in one day to get there. This was a house his grandfather built, with a wrap-around porch and a view of the lake. My friend preferred to bathe in the lake and let me know I could shower inside if I wanted, but I’d be judged for it. I can take a hint. I grabbed my Ivory soap and ran off the dock. I was skeptical about actually feeling clean, but I was. I never saw a TV, and there was no internet. Twenty-five-plus years later, that summer is what helps define my adult summers. Because I realized adult summers are the most fun when you treat it like you’re a kid. My wish for you is that you take the heat in your life and don’t let it burn you up. A slow burn is sustainable to last a long time, but high heat burns us out quickly. Find those days to just “be,” sweaty parts and all. And add some sweet tea. It’s transformative, I promise. Shelly Coffman
We made it to the lazy days! June was so delightfully cool, and July so busy, I am ready for the slowdown that comes in August just before the school year gears back up. I love all that Portland summer has to offer — summer parks concerts, weekend festivities (Scooper-bowl anyone?), camping, paddleboarding, swim lessons, bike riding, but, phew! It’s BUSY! Heat and I have a prickly relationship. I went to graduate school in Atlanta, Georgia. I call it my“time abroad.” Culturally, this NY/ CA girl was CONFUSED. I spent my first PT student year sweaty and dehydrated. I had headaches most days a week for the six months that are summer in the South. I was perplexed by the constant niceties that came from EVERYONE. Even when it seemed like there shouldn’t be niceties, or the eyes showed a clear lack of wanting to be nice. Perplexing indeed. And it was SO HOT. My first summer there was over 95 degrees and over 95% humidity EVERY DAY for over 40 days in a row. It was stifling. I started to see the pointlessness in showers, as I was never dry —or clean for that matter. With the heat though, my body told me to slow down. Conserve that energy! Keep the thermostat low! Stop moving! And I complied. I sat outside late at night in balmy 90 degree temperatures and watched fireflies. I delighted in the daily 4 p.m.
C hoosing the B est W orkout R ecovery P lan for Y ou ACTIVE VS. PASSIVE RECOVERY
Whether you’re a runner, a weightlifter, or a cyclist, the twofold feeling that follows a hard workout is the same: pain and exhaustion. Sore muscles can make every movement difficult, and the discomfort that comes with stretching your arms, legs, and back will soon have you hunched over and shuffling around like someone twice your age. Faced with that fate, you have two recovery options: passive or active. Pick the right one and you’ll be back in the gym in no time. So, what is the difference between active and passive recovery? Really, the names say it all. Active recovery means continuing to move, even after a big workout. The day after you challenge yourself with a tough gym session, active recovery entails going for a long walk, trying a low-intensity bike ride, or even doing an abridged weightlifting session with lighter weights. Passive recovery is basically relaxation: It involves resting your muscles before you get back in the saddle. Unless you’re a real fitness junkie, passive recovery probably sounds the most appealing. A day spent lazing around with a book or watching your favorite television programs can be an irresistible prospect when your muscles are aching.
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