A good scrambling hike is like a daypass to the world’s most scenic and challenging gymnasium. Somewhere between hiking and mountaineering, a scramble might have you crossing a stream on a fallen log, rock hopping on all fours, or crawling underneath a rebellious tree that decided to grow sideways. Once you get hooked on the challenge and unpredictability of a good scramble, regular ol’ hiking might feel as boring as a walking on a treadmill.

Scrambling is also great for your brain. Instead of just putting one foot in front of the other you are challenged to figure out the best path over various obstacles based on your own capabilities. Can you fit through there? Can you jump that far? After a good scramble your brain will be as stimulated as your body.

Scrambling also encourages team work. You and your trail mates will be trying to figure out the best routes, letting each other know which rocks are slippery and generally working through it all together, helping you to develop A+ communication skill as you get fit. Keep in mind, especially if you’re a beginner, that scrambles are a bit more dangerous than conventional hikes. Always bring a buddy and toss a first aid kit in your daypack for good measure.

What I love about a good scramble is that every component of fitness is simultaneously challenged. You may be strong in a gym, but true fitness is demonstrated with one foot on a rock, one in the air, your body stretched out while you pull yourself forward with one arm. Scrambling will put you into positions that the average gym couldn’t come up with in its wildest dreams.

And speaking of boring, repetitive gyms, a scramble hike is never the same twice because the landscape is always changing. And if you’re the kind of person who’s always looking for ways to improve, this type of hike can also a great diagnostic fitness test. Scrambling will let you know if you need to spend more time working on balance , improving your range of motion or increasing your upper body strength. Pay attention during a scramble and your weaknesses will be revealed.

So get scrambling, the world is your obstacle covered oyster!

Ah travel, a chance to get out of your rut and into your groove. Oh, to gander at startling horizons, take wrong turns and find surprising places and bombard your senses with the unexpected, delightful and unusual. Unfortunately, unless you’re on a yoga retreat, things are not so expansive for the major muscle groups of your lower body. Travel often involves a lot of sitting on planes, trains, Venetian gondoliers, elephant’s backs and cars.

Sitting is the world’s most popular form of hip tightening. Walking, whether up mountain trails, along the River Seine or between rides at Disneyland tends to tighten up the hips, hamstrings and calves. Though walking is still great exercise (do as much as possible to counter-balance the chocolate croissants and other traveling delights) in isolation it can cause a body to be tighty, tight, tight.

Having tight hips is the leg equivalent of fingers that are mostly stuck together and can’t move freely forward and back or side to side. Try walking with six-inch steps and you get the idea. Tight hips not only limit your range of motion, they can lead to lower back pain and injury. Tight hamstrings and calves also bring about back trouble and the feeling that you are about 30 years older than you actually are. Additionally, tight calves and inflexible ankles can cause “shuffle walk”, sprained ankles, loss of balance and an increased risk of falls.

Whether you are leading a pack llama up a steep slope, rafting down the Colorado or waiting in line at the Met losing your balance and falling over is not what you want to be writing about on your postcards.

The moral of the story is that it’s important to keep up with a basic stretching routine while you globe trot. Try spending 15 to 20 minutes in the morning or evening loosening up and reconnecting with your body. It’s a great opportunity for a little break from the maddening crowds and will keep you healthy and seeking out new horizons for many years to come.

Yoga is supposed to make you feel good. It is supposed to clear out tension blockades, release energy to flow like fresh mountain spring water and open up, relax and harmonize the body. It is true that the practice of yoga can accomplish corporeal and spiritual magic, but if the yogis around me have their feet twice wrapped around their heads while I struggle to bend over, angst becomes the order of my day.

Yoga is not supposed to be a competitive sport (though I have heard of yoga competitions).  If only taking off my westernized, capitalistic view point was as easy as taking off my shoes and socks at the studio door. I bring my perspective with me and it causes me to suffer and because they keep reminding you to be in the present moment, I am much more aware of this suffering then I would usually be. From my vantage, most of the people in my yoga classes are “better” then me. They are more flexible and more balanced. They can do the poses as shown without the support of the three bricks, two blankets, a strap and a crane. I know that I should love and honor my body where it is at, but it is difficult when it appears that the bodies around me are in better places. Sometimes the flexy bodied people make inane comments and then I feel a bit better. “They may be more flexible, but they are a bit idiotic.” It is a small and dark comfort.

I see them in headstands, their bodies taut and balanced, their shoulders limber and strong and I try not to hate them. I resist the childish urge to knock them over like a stack of blocks. I try to distract myself with sexy thoughts of the instructor, something I am an experienced expert at. Sadly even that leads to pain as I realize that a yoga instructor would want to have superhuman, inverted, levitating yoga sex. I probably wouldn’t be up for it and who wants all those yoga blocks in bed anyway?

And then, when I have myself worked up into a respectable tizzy I remember who I should really be comparing myself to; my neurotic family. They are charming folk, all of them, and they can’t help it if they make more money then me, drive nicer cars, vote Republican and only recycle if a hippy stars knowing on their legs. All of them, with the exception of my 2-year old nephew, are stiffer then me. They have superbly tight and knotty hips and hamstrings and practically have to UPS their socks to their feet in the morning. They have more energy blockages then the 405 Freeway at 7:30. My father who has taken up yoga in his 60’s cannot sit in simple cross legged pose without several assistive devices.

When you are dating someone you can look at their parents to see what you might be waking up to in 25 years. In this way I look at the members of my family, particularly the older ones, to see the conditions and maladies that I want desperately to avoid. I’d like to avoid osteoporosis, limited movement, pain and the inability to have a conversation without quoting conservative talk radio. I try to keep my eye (both inner and outer) on this prize as I twist and strain and attempt to transform my body into a flexible, harmonious playground.

I know, I know, I’m not supposed to compare myself to other people, even my own family, but I consider this a stepping stone on the long path to enlightenment. I often dedicate my practice to my older self. The self that I hope will be more enlightened, agile, and active for a very long time to come.

It seems an inevitable law of romantic relationships that one partner will take longer to get ready then the other. Throughout the ages people have dealt with this situation in various ways including: standing by the door and getting pissed off, sitting in an idling car and getting pissed off, doing other chores around the house to stay busy while secretly being pissed off, or direct badgering of the slower partner; which usually serves to piss everybody off.  I have tried all of these methods with varying degrees of failure and much dissatisfaction. This weekend I hit on a far superior of dealing with this type of situation.

Stretch while you wait. 

This is the perfect solution because it is no coincidence that the faster, prompter (and dare I say superior) partner usually happens to be the tenser partner; both muscularly and in many other ways as well.  I can always use more stretching and I often have a hard time fitting it into my workout schedule. Stretching is a perfect activity to drop into any otherwise unproductive period of time, but its best done in a situation where you don’t mind bending over and sticking your rump in the air (not the line at the bank).

Implement this method and you will get more flexible as your partner gets prettier, everybody will be happy and you will never have to start another night on the town or day at the office with irritation and tight hamstrings.

To the casual observer it would seem that housekeeping and physical flexibility don’t have much to do with each other; with the possible exception of twisting yourself into knots trying to nab the dust bunnies behind your couch. In fact, stretching is one of the best ways to tidy up and set right a disorganized body. A well designed flexibility program lengthens the body, opens up the joints and returns us to a natural posture. A well stretched body is much like a freshly cleaned house just before the first party guests arrive, primed and ready for anything. Putting away your socks and taking the dirty dishes to the sink also keeps the body warm, which makes stretching more effective. When used in an interval fashion both of these modes compliment and intensify the effectiveness of the other.

I have recently developed a “stretch and straighten” routine that I do most mornings. The basic format includes two stretches, done back to back and then two items put away. I then repeat the same two stretches; attempting to go a bit deeper the second time around, and then return two more items to their proper places. I do 10 different moves, twice each for a total of 20 stretches and put away at least as many errant objects. I hold each stretch for 15 to 60 seconds.

After the workout my body feels limber and loose and my bedroom looks great, the floor as clear and uncluttered as my mind. This system works best for the type of person who enjoys multi-tasking and who doesn’t feel wrenched when switching between different activities.

Here are a few guidelines for creating your own “stretch and strengthen” routine:

Choose stretches that work more then one muscle group or target flexibility and balance at the same time. This will save you time and keep you challenged. It’s a good idea to take a few yoga classes and borrow some of their moves as most yoga stretches are multi-dimensional. It also helps to choose moves that flow from one to the other. This will make the routine more enjoyable and effective. An example from yoga that illustrates this is a downward dog into a cobra. Pick up a yoga or flexibility book to get lots of ideas and for quick reference.

Be flexible with yourself on the tiding part of the routine. If you accidentally get caught up in doing all the dishes and lose the flow of your stretching just turn off the sink and come back to it. The dishes will wait for you to complete your next two moves. Also, don’t try to do any major housecleaning while you are doing your routine. It’s more about eliminating clutter and creating order and less about sponges and giant bottles of 409.

Put the stretches that you really enjoy at the beginning and end of your routine. You will remember these most and they will keep you coming back. It is also important to choose moves that target the areas that you are tightest. For most people this is the long muscles of their legs (hips, hamstrings, quadriceps and calves) and spine.

My routine:

Warm-up:

Body Lengthening: reaching one arm at a time toward the ceiling.

Mountain Pose

Runner’s calf stretch (up against a wall)

Pick-up 2 items

Hanging shoulder stretch (arms on my dresser)

Forward bending

Pick-up 2 items

Arms overhead side bend

Half-nelson shoulder stretch

Pick-up 2 items

Standing hip stretch (with opposite twist) both sides

Backward bend

Pick up two items

Angry cats (on my bed)

Baby pose (on my bed)

By nature I am taut beast and inhabit a body that without vigilant lengthening likes to bunch up. Despite this fact, I have never found a flexibility program that I could stick too for more than a week. The issue became even more pressing a few years back when I hit thirty and began noticing that I was waking up stiff; even when I hadn’t done an outrageous workout the day before. With the help of denial, one of my top three coping mechanisms, I learned to live with being a grumpy 80-year-old man for the first 15 minutes of the day.

In my quest to loosen the heck up I tried yoga, but could never get into the groove of it. I found it difficult to surrender such large chunks of time to something that didn’t involve a ball or any opportunities for high-fives and beer. The type of people who tend to gravitate to yoga also irritated me and made me feel even more tense. I wanted to wrap their hemp, patchouli smelling yoga mats around their beatific faces and squeeze with all the power of my mighty and stiff muscles. I’m still looking for a beginning yoga class specifically designed for people who hate people who like yoga.

My other strategy was to buy stretching books and leave them by my bed. This hasn’t worked very well either, though I always have something flat to write on in a pinch. One of my pet peeves with stretching manuals is that nobody in them really needs to stretch. Every model pictured is already human taffy and probably would remain more flexible then me for the rest of their days if they never did another downward dog (or “bend and grunt” as I like to call it).

I think learning to incorporate stretching and flexibility into your life is something like quitting smoking, you have to try a bunch of times before you get it right. You also have to do it long enough to get results, which for me include a springy, light feeling that I don’t get with other kinds of workouts. It is also good to know that before I plop my rump down at the computer for the first part of my day that I have taken steps to avoid turning into a human question mark.

Recently I have hit upon a stretching routine that is actually working for me and I want to share it with all my comrades in pre-rigamortis. Stay tuned for “Straight, Supple and Feeling Fine” and sit up straight!