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Accessible Fitness, more choices for more people

Fitness has always been a concern with regard to both mental and physical health regardless of age, gender, or any other variables that make each one of us unique. And for those in the blind community, fitness is every bit as much—if not more—important.

Exercise for the visually impaired is something that should be incorporated into a weekly, if not daily, routine for a variety of reasons that are both similar and different from people within the sighted community. For those with total loss of sight as well as for those who are low sighted, a lack of regular exercise can bring on a host of other issues, including weight gain, sluggishness, and perhaps worst of all for many, insomnia or a circadian rhythm that has been thrown completely off track.

A quality workout done at the right time of day and at the right pace to meet your unique physical and mental needs is just what the doctor may have forgotten to order. For many blind people, fitness has been a challenge: without someone to guide you and without the ability to drive yourself to the gym, it becomes obvious why so many visually impaired individuals give up—but with the BlindAlive line of Fitness Workouts for blind people, you’ll never have to depend on anyone else again.

Yoga and Strength Training with wieghts for blind people along with a variety of other cardiovascular exercises help our bodies stay toned, help us gain muscle mass and lose weight, but most of all, can help lead a blind person away from a sense of helplessness.

Are you ready to sweat? Come get healthy and leave all your notions of not being able to get fit due to your visual impairment behind with BlindAlive!

Small Steps, Great Strides

We are happy to introduce you to Gwen Givens, a guest blogger and new friend of BlindAlive. If this post strikes a chord with you as it did with me, we'd love to have your feedback in the comments section.

Small Steps, Great Strides

When it was time for sixth grade, the county agreed to mainstream some of its disabled and blind school children. I was one of those, and it was exciting to think I would be going to my area elementary school. And the most exciting thing was … they had a band. I desperately wanted to join the band. I badgered and pleaded, cajoled, practically stood on my head (I wasn’t so bottom-heavy at the time), so I could get into the band. My parents got tired of this, and so they bought me an inexpensive clarinet. I think they soon regretted the noises that came out of my practice sessions. My father said I needed to get rid of all the crickets that resided in the instrument (squeak, squeak), and my other tones sounded like poor Canada geese that were seriously ailing and desperately trying to fly south. If we had had a basement, they would have happily moved me and my licorice stick downstairs.

They decided that in order to facilitate the process, they would provide me with an instructor. He taught at the university, and at first he despaired. I cannot tell you how many times he yelled at me before the music stand went flying past my head! He never aimed to hit you; just to make you jump and focus better. At first I despaired. The crickets seemed to be healthy, and the geese were not. But over time, by practicing each day, a little at a time, I got better. I would not jump in and try doing all of my scales at once; I would do maybe two majors and their minors, one octave at first, then progressing to two octaves, then three. I would not move on until those felt good to my fingers. I would listen to great clarinetists, and make their tone a part of my mindset, and I would imagine, as I played, how my tone would someday be lovely and full as theirs. Over time and diligent practice, the crickets left the safe environs of my clarinet, and the geese got well and proceeded, in a perfect v formation, to fly south. By the time I graduated from high school, I had a concert-worthy clarinet, and I could perform movements from major clarinet concertos and other pieces. I enrolled in college with a double emphasis on clarinet and voice.

Why are you saying all of this, you ask? Well, getting on a good exercise program and changing to a healthy life style is something like this. It can’t be done in a snap. It takes time. A few years ago my doctor told me that my guide dog was healthier than I was. He wanted to put me on one of those medical diet programs and a bunch of medications. I said, no. I asked him what would work and he recommended a diet, and an exercise program. I did some research on the diet before I began it, mapped out a plan of action, and began on Thanksgiving Day! I figured if I did not get started on, I would then have the excuse of Christmas, New Year’s, my birthday, Easter, Memorial Day, ice cream in August, Labor Day, Fourth of July, St. Patrick’s Day, Thanksgiving day, and any other day I could think of to put it off. I did things gradually, not jumping into it and not becoming the sad person at the restaurant, wringing my hands and bemoaning the fact that there was nothing on the menu for me to eat. I gradually started using my newly-acquired treadmill, starting slowly and only increasing my speed and incline when I felt fully comfortable and happy at my progress. I did not want to get to the point where I was so sore and miserable that I would quit. Over time, in about two years, I was almost at the point where I wanted to be. I had only about a few more goals. 

Unfortunately some medical issues came up which were extremely difficult to handle, and there was a time that I was so worried and felt so bad that I lost my focus. It was just like going on vacation for a month and leaving my clarinet; I had lost some of my skills. 

I am on track again, however. I will not beat myself up and say what a horrible person I am. So I am back again with some of my crickets and a few of those wayward geese. And the wonderful thing is this: I did it once before, and I can do it again. I have begun slowly, with my eating, my treadmill and, in addition, the stability ball exercise cd. I am starting slowly, but I can already see changes that mean I am on the right track. I am happy to be in the routine, and I know that my goal is out there as long as I do not run towards it and trip and fall, but walk steadily in that wonderful, and attainable direction.

To contact Gwen, you can follow her on Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/morningsong5103