A lot of people ask me about traveling to, from and in Brazil. If Brazil was something you could buy in the supermarket, the shape of the bottle would be mysterious, the label bright and sexy, and the contents unknown but with an amazing sweet aroma. All of those things are true, but there is a lot more to the country, both good and bad, that you can’t see unless you buy the bottle, so-to-speak.
The country is in a melee with the impending arrival of the World Cup soccer tournament which is less than 100 days away. There are an untold amount of unfinished constructions projects, from bridges to airports to the stadiums themselves, and there is no way they will all be completed on time. Despite their love of soccer, the people of Brazil are unhappy with the Cup as their government is spending billions of dollars on the cup including security, construction, and bribes, and most Brazilians won’t be able to afford a ticket to enter a single game. Then comes the very dark side of the country; according to a recent ESPN article which sited sources in Brazil, 35,000 people in the slums of Rio de Janeiro have been killed by police or have gone missing in the last six years in an effort to rid the city of gangs and drug trafficking before the arrival of the Pope (2013), the World Cup (2014) and the Olympics (2016). I asked my wife’s family about those deaths while I was in Rio, and most people there were unaware of the statistic.
Like so many others, I have spent my life struggling to find a fitness routine that I could adhere to. I used to be the person who would say to someone who was mending an injury from his activity du jour “See, that’s why I don’t work out.” When someone would boast about her runner’s high, I was sure that the only way I would ever get that adrenaline surge was if I was running away from a bear or a mountain lion or an ex-boyfriend at the bar. I’d made up my mind that working out was something I’d have to occasionally do if I wanted to continue to eat cheese curds and drink beer. But after having two babies in less than two years, I made a conscious decision to make a change in my life. I want to be a good role model for my two amazing daughters (Carson 2.5yrs, Charlie 6 mos) and show them how important it is to make healthy choices that will positively impact their bodies and minds. I knew about Dragonfly and had heard the ravings of so many others, so I committed to the practice in September and I haven’t looked back!
I started at Dragonfly because one of my friends recommended it and I needed a new way to workout that was easier on my hand. Over the past year I broke my hand and have had 2 reconstructive surgeries.
I first broke my hand at work in October 2012. I smashed it in some heavy equipment and had to have surgery that included inserting pins and screws. Then in August 2013, one of the pins got pushed out of the side of my hand, requiring another surgery to remove it.
Yoga has been a great way for me to work out because it is not too hard on my hand. I even completed the Fire classes in an arm cast right after I broke it the second time. My hand is fine now, but I cannot play any sports because the tendons are still weak and if I injure them again I could lose the use of my hand. At least I have Yoga!
Greetings from South America!
This morning finds me in a tiny apartment with nine people, all of whom slept here overnight on couches, beds, mattresses and any cushion they could find after celebrating the first night of carnival in Rio de Janeiro.
My wife and I arrived in Rio in the wee hours of Wednesday morning and crashed at her aunt’s apartment in Botafogo near Copacabana beach. After a few hours of sleep and a delicious Brazilian breakfast we hit the beach.