For proof that tennis is a game of “love,” look no further than Kathy Berthelette, who met her husband, Dan Bradley, when she picked up the game in 1986. Their first date was buying her a decent racket. Now Berthelette is president of the Atlanta Lawn Tennis Association, the self-proclaimed “largest local tennis league in the country.”
Our writer checks out three nutritionists to discover why he can't put on weight, while another writer seeks personal trainers to help her figure out why she can't do sit-ups.
Check Instagram and you’ll see photos of celebs stretching out on silks—from Khloé and Kourtney to January Jones. Fitness classes have sprung up to capitalize on the art’s growing popularity, with Reebok creating Jukari Fit to Fly, a session that combines suspension training and cardio. Even Hugh Jackman has reportedly said he does trapeze as an alternative to weight training.But there are no celebrities in this class at Sky Gym, and nobody’s getting coddled like a Kardashian.
When I first heard about the Seven-Minute Workout, I immediately imagined the accompanying late-night infomercial, narrated by the same guy who screams that I should squeeze my way to a slimmer midsection with an attractive truss and get all the fitness benefits of horseback-riding by straddling a chair! All for eight easy payments of $19.99!As it turns out, though, the Seven-Minute Workout is backed by research and science and, if done properly, can make you stronger and fitter.
The man was in a wheelchair, his shoulders hunched and his wrists twisted from a muscular disability, as Jason Colleran worked on him, pressing his fingers onto the man’s muscle attachment tissues in the hopes of elongating them and helping the muscles to contract.
When I first told my husband that I planned to take a fitness class in stiletto heels – advertised as a sensual smorgasbord of hip swirls, hair flips and body rolls – his eyes widened. But not for the reason I’d hoped.“Don’t break your ankle,” he implored.So it was with something to prove that I went into Got to Dance Atlanta for their Tuesday night Stiletto Fit class, which focuses on fitness through dance in high heels.
In the dark, no one can hear you scream. Or sweat, or grunt, or sob quietly.OK, so I’m paraphrasing the movie “Alien” here. But that seems pretty appropriate, given how slimy and disgusting I looked after a recent 45-minute indoor cycling class in the dark, loud, stadium-style studio at Flywheel in Buckhead.