"TEAM UP and SUCCEED!!!"

By Daniel Cadet, Master Trainer

Henry Ford once said, "If everyone is moving forward together, then success takes care of itself." The truth is that everyone does not have that innate motivation. If one does, it is liable to wander off in the midst of the cloud of life's pressures. But, I am going to bet that everyone wants to look and feel good. For some, getting to that point can present a daunting task. No need to fear, climb that mountain with other individuals who share the same feelings and achieve together. This is one of the advantages of group training or what we call team training. Team training is a dynamic, usually specialty, and fee-based group exercise program. Ideal class sizes at the BRC have 3-5 participants.

Team training creates an atmosphere of 'getting straight to business and leave it all on the floor'. Everyone is chasing the same goals: To work as hard as they can to lose fat, get stronger, increase stamina, and have a sense of accomplishment. As instructor of 2 lunchtime kettlebells classes, I serve as the coach and motivator. However, the team aspect is the unsung hero. Imagine you are on your last set of a very exhausting workout. You are grunting, sweat dripping into your eyes as your body trembles and screams, ENOUGH!!! You look at the person to your right and he appears to be struggling as well, except he has a gleam of confidence and determination as he grunts louder. Then, you say to yourself I can go harder than him. You both are the victorious and complete another tough workout that you know you could not have pushed as hard alone. The camaraderie continues as team members become familiar with each other outside the class and share ideas about nutrition or tips, or some banter while recovering from the workout. Furthermore, accountability fuels participants as no one wants to be the guy who doesn't show up or is a slacker in class. Not to mention, boredom is not an option as workouts constantly change and are charged with energy.

Team training also is cost effective as a session can be 30% the cost of a one on one session. That is great way to keep continuity, which will lead to inevitable success. In short, team training is the wave of the future in the fitness industry. It creates a fun and motivating atmosphere that can break up one's stale workout routine. Our newest trainer, Katie, is getting ready to start a group training class geared towards improving squash fitness. I also have my midday kettlebell classes everyday, except Tuesdays. Please keep your eyes and ears open for other classes to come. If you are interested in any team training, you can inquire at the front desk for more details.

Moe's Right Whale Research Trip to Nova Scotia - Bay of Fundy!

One of our members, Moe Brown, is a whale researcher for the New England Aquarium. She is on her yearly adventure to Nova Scotia and has been posting updates on the aquarium's blog. Follow her endeavors below...it is safe to say...she never has a dull moment!!



http://rightwhales.neaq.org/



Thanks for sharing Moe!!

In The Middle Of Nowhere: Illiniza Norte (Ecuador)

In The Middle Of Nowhere: Illiniza Norte (Ecuador)
By: Cel Kulasekaran

“Just five more minutes please Anya” – would have been almost my last words. Not too long ago I managed to convince a good friend of mine, капита́н (Kapten) Anya, to squeeze in the peak of Volcán Cotopaxi (19,347 ft) to our Ecuador escapade. With my daily regimen of excessive squash, I did not give much pause to attempting one of the world’s highest volcanoes despite the risk of hypobaropathy.

Confined by Anya’s teaching schedule, our power-trip would include riding (horses) through El Chaupi’s mountain side followed by a quick climb on Illiniza Norte (16,818ft) to acclimatize ourselves for Cotopaxi. Prior to this, my exposure to pain was limited to those inflicted by Taiwo Kuti’s extreme training methods.

I was slightly concerned about hypobaropathy as I share similar blood chemistry with my younger brother – who suffered some effects at 13,435ft when he attempted South East Asia’s highest peak. Despite all our concerns, we chose to forgo taking Acetazolamide (drug aid for rapid ascents) and wanted to see how far we could reach in our natural state.

We began our climb up early on the third day. Hiking up the Illinizas was a treat. The mountainous landscape of the Andes is diverse, colorful, and breath-taking. We neither saw nor heard a single soul. The skies were clear, the air clean and crisp. We heard the earth speak as we paused periodically on our ascent. These were the most peaceful moments I have experienced albeit short.



Throughout our climb, Kapten Anya was completely unaffected by altitude. Of course, this was convenient to her Russian preen and justly so – if not, another affirmation to my suspicions of her secret agent background. In addition to setting a relatively rapid pace, her rehydration rate was almost zero! (No, unfortunately, she is not a squash player)

I, on the other hand, succumbed to hypobaropathy past 15,000ft. As my brain began to gasp for additional oxygen, it was constantly reminded every second by a theoretical jackhammer in my skull. Anya kept conversations going with me, but I had no physical desire (perhaps even no capability) to respond verbally. Although I did not feel any real physical fatigue, I slowed a little and was completely indifferent to the freezing atmosphere about us. When I stopped and lay on the rocks - a rush of serenity fed my brain.

All I wanted to do at this point was to nap on the mountain side, my brain physically begged it. Mentally, I was determined yet broken about reaching Norte’s peak. I could not believe how this physical constraint regulated my will. I begged Anya to leave me be for a short undisturbed nap on the rocks.

Kapten Anya, however, duly insisted this was no place to fool around and that she had a responsibility to return me back to my boss in good order. She convinced me on a little further to safety at her hunch of the nearby refuge between Illiniza's peaks. I have no idea how I obliged on my own two feet with a painfully suffocating brain.

At the refuge, a couple of Spanish firemen climbing the Andes helped with some tea and pills. I rested as Anya decided to finish Norte's peak alone. Her recount of her experience made me happy - but still leaves a slight disappointment in my personal burning ambition. The rest of our trip was diversified with hiking along Quilotoa (volcano crater), bungee-jumping of a river bridge in Baños (I had to compensate for something), a scenic offroad-bike descend from the Andes into the Amazon, and some time on the beach.

I had mixed feelings about returning back to sea-level Boston after such a colorful trip. I was, however, compensated with super-human strength/endurance on the squash courts due to the time spent in the high-altitude geography. I did not anticipate such an impact on daily performance at sea-level but now understand why some athletes choose to train on higher ground.

- First Mate Cel

Note: See http://www.flickr.com/photos/cel/collections/72157622929100313/
for photos and other notes for this adventure.

Biking through Laos and Vietnam- Heather Sullivan

My Adventure
By: Heather Sullivan

As some members of the BRC "spin posse" already know, I spent several weeks in Laos and Vietnam on a mountain biking trip in January. Although I had traveled in Laos for about a month in 2005, I had never been to Vietnam and was prepared for a trip of gorgeous landscapes but also sharp contrasts. Familiar with some of the rugged terrain--and equally rugged infrastructure--of northern Laos, I was drawn to the trip's itinerary, which involved about 700km of mountainous riding between Luang Prabang, Laos to Sapa, Vietnam, by way of the relatively little-used border at Dien Bien Phu. I was assured by the Phnom Penh-based trip leader, Adam, that the riding would include plenty of climbing and I was not disappointed. (The nice thing about big climbs is that they are often followed by fantastic, sustained descents...) I was the "token American" in a group consisting of six Australians and Adam's Cambodian partner (the fun and very lively Marie), and although the group varied in age and riding experience, it was an enthusiastic and flexible bunch and we "clicked" as a group beginning with our first dinner in Luang Prabang (an exquisite town graced with traditional Lao and French Colonial architecture that has earned it a designation as a UNESCO World Heritage Center).

The trip was my first experience with van-supported cycling; while it felt lindulgent not having to worry about luggage--I rode with a small CamelBak--it was fantastic to be able to ride unencumbered and also have the security of "back up" in case of any mechanical difficulties. (I vow that this year I will actually enroll in a bike repair/maintenance class...) The road conditions varied enormously. In Laos, the roads were generally--although not always--paved, and there was little traffic. As we neared the Vietnam border, we rode through rural villages populated with ethnic minorities, including the Hmong and Akha; the living conditions in the villages are extremely basic, but we invariably received an enthusiastic reception from the children of the village. (With the opening of the border and road construction, the area is starting to receive more attention--and more traffic--but it is still relatively remote.) Although road construction became a recurring theme of our trip, I actually found the delays to be less of an annoyance than an opportunity for reflection on the challenges of development. One of the most memorable days, in fact, was about halfway through the trip, when we crossed the border from Laos into Vietnam. Our final night in Laos was spent in a very basic guesthouse--pit toilets and a generator operating for several hours each evening--by the side of a stream. The stream provided quite a sight: local women washing their clothes as buses, heavily laden with passengers and cargo, slowly negotiated their way through the stream on the way to the neighboring village. From that village, we climbed on dirt roads, half-constructed roads, and rutted paved roads to reach the border. The Lao border station seemed incongruously large and imposing, given that we were the only visitors over the course of an hour. (The first of us waited and snacked while the others in the groups completed the ascent.) Given what we had seen in Laos, it was evident that industry on the Vietnamese side was the animating force behind the "optimistic" scale of the border station. After receiving our exit stamps from Laos, we had about 6 or 7 kilometers to ride before reaching the Vietnamese border station. Fortunately or unfortunately, there was road construction in "no man's land" and we had no choice but to spend about two and a half hours hanging out on the dirt road, waiting for the machinery to clear. By the time we reached the Vietnamese border, it was late in the afternoon. We went through the bureaucratic motions and then started on a 30k descent to our hotel in Dien Bien Phu. The afternoon light was beautiful and the descent exhilarating, but the transition to Vietnam was still quite jarring. As we cruised down the freshly paved road, a steady stream of dump trucks passed, honking aggressively and threatening to force us to the shoulder. We descended into the commercial center of Dien Bien Phu as it was getting dark, focusing on maintaining our ground while cars, buses, and motorbikes surrounded us--along with the heady fumes of their exhausts. Although the days ahead were filled with beautiful landscapes (and, in places, deserted roads), the contrast between Laos and its much more densely populated and industrious neighbor was dramatic and provoked some very interesting discussions about the economics and ethics of development.



It was an excellent trip and I can't resist giving a little plug for the company I used: Grasshopper Adventures. The company is very small--my leader, Adam, is one of the founders--and I was consistently impressed by the way Adam conducted the trip. While in Laos, we also had a Lao guide riding with us who could translate and answer questions about history and culture; in Vietnam, we always had Vietnamese support as well as Adam (who was very bright and knowledgeable about the region). All in all, a great few weeks and a lovely way to get off the spin bikes and on the road in January!

BRC Club Championships 2009/2010!

The BRC would like to thank everyone that came out last week for the club championships. We had a great time and there was some great competition! Congrats to all of the winners.

2009/2010 Squash Championships:

5.5
Michel Bayard def. Ian MacGregor
8-11,7-11, 11-8, 11-8, 12-10


4.5
Colin Sullivan def. Jose Ferrao
11-9, 6-11, 11-9, 11-7


4.0
Steve Cross def. Dave Siegle
11-9, 11-2, 11-6


3.5
Prithvi Tanwar def. Brendan Mullen
5-11, 11-9, 11-6, 10-12, 11-3


2.5 Nick Carosa def. Jim Johnson
1-8, 11-8, 11-9


Staff Final
Eduardo Porciuncula def. Andy Cook
15-8, 15-9