My amazing neighbour Brigitte sent me a text not long ago saying that she had been tagged in an initiative to pass a passion on to a friend in honour of International Women’s Day. International Women’s Day (March 8) is a global day celebrating the social, economic, cultural and political achievements of women, and this struck me as a wonderful way to celebrate. I love the idea of sharing knowledge, and how much more fun when your teacher is passionate about her subject.
What’s more, she asked if I’d be interested in learning about functional fitness, an approach to fitness that is all about improving your quality of life through how you feel and work in your body rather than being appearance or weight-based. Basically, the idea is to do exercises and lift weights in a functional way: exercise moves consistent with how our bodies function in day to day life. This is especially important as women age and lose bone density, but it also helps to build muscle, to improve balance, and to strengthen the back and core muscles. The goal is to improve mobility, strength and agility, and, as Brigitte notes, all of this can be done with a few simple pieces of equipment at home and in 30-45 minutes at a time.
“Hell, yes!” I said. “I’m in.”
Now I’m “it” and the deal is that she will train me a few times to get me started, to make sure I have the exercises down, and to make sure that I am using the correct form to prevent strain or injury. We started last week.
She. Kicked. My. Ass.
I felt really rather wonderful the whole time I was with her, doing my squats, swinging my kettle bell, lifting my hand weights, engaging my core. Nothing felt too difficult, but everything felt like a healthy challenge. Then came the recovery. Sigh. I could barely bend my legs to sit down the next day, but I’m going back for more because while I fully understand and agree with all of her reasons for lifting weights as part of functional fitness, I am miserable at keeping appointments with myself to do it. I am, however, excellent at keeping appointments with other people, and since she is such good people, this is fun as well as functional fitness.
In return, I am sharing my passion for perfume, and we are doing a scented tour of Toronto, hitting some of my favourite niche perfume stores and welcoming spring with some whiffs of glorious lotions and potions. Through a list of Toronto’s best places to buy perfume that I shared, Brigitte has already found some of her favourite discontinued perfume, so I feel this is all off to a very auspicious beginning.
Learning from Brigitte and sharing my own passion for perfume both have me equally excited, and this, I think, is a wonderful way to share knowledge with a friend. If you pass on your own passion to a friend, let us know about it. The possibilities are endless.