Buff Headwear Review

Buffs are an outdoor classic. A high-functioning classic- more vintage Land Rover than Bentley. I can remember stealing my dad's arrow-print Buff to keep warm on the hills when I was only 3 ft tall. Buffs are charmingly simple, multi-functional headwear pieces; made of nothing but polyester microfibre fabric and a clever concept. Recently, kitshack.com very kindly sent me a piece of Buff headwear to review.

I already own three Buffs- a reflective one in neon; a fleece-lined one in bright pink/orange; and, as of last weekend, a Wee County Harriers number (really an excellent alternative to a tee shirt or medal). However, I am a vain creature visually-minded individual, so when they told me to take a look at the range I jumped straight to the Nuwara Women's Slimfit+, which had a gorgeous pattern and colour. I'm a big fan of teal so it will match a lot of my existing gear (I also loved the Duha). The slimfit is deliberately narrower, which is an asset to me as some of the originals slip off my chin when used as a mouth covering.

Used as a headband out running

Also wearing Nike Twist Tempos || Brooks Pure Cadence || Craghopper Compresslite

Neither of my other Buffs are true Buff headwear items and I could immediately tell the difference. This Buff was softer, more elastic, and vibrantly coloured. The main selling point for athletes is that Buffs really are insanely versatile. They are just a tube of polyester microfibre. But, they're just a tube that I personally have used for; running, skiing, hiking, sailing, biking, and climbing- mostly in the winter cold, but also once to cycle in 40-degree Turkish heat. Just a tube that can be used as a neck warmer, pulled up over the mouth and /or nose, as a head band (I frequently use them to keep my ears warm), as a bandana, as a balaclava, and as a wristband (see below video for all possible uses). Tubes that are wind resistant. Tubes that dry very quickly. They wick sweat when its hot and keep you warm if its cold.

If you start an activity then find you don't need one, Buffs weigh less than nothing to keep on the arm or down a bra (35g, don't say you don't do this) or in a pocket. They pack very small and are light in a daypack. They are also comfortable and stylish for daily wear- I wear my new one with a leather jacket too.

The pleasure really is in the simplicity. Good design in a good material and it does all that.


Do you own a Buff? 

What other pieces of kit would you say are essentials?

+ The Buff was c/o kitshack; this post was not sponsored- the company requested only an honest review in return for a gifted Buff of my choice. As I stated, I already own Buffs so was already a fan. No links are affiliate.


Exercise: Am I an Addict?

I recently came across These Girls Do's post on Exercise Addiction vs Dedication (<<< go read it!) and it really made me think. I commented on the post itself but then couldn't stop musing on about it. It linked in to a lot of my own confusion over the term, and a lot of the conflict I experience with other people about exercise too.

Exercise Addiction is not currently a recognised disorder; and for good reason. Its definition spectrum is just too vague and would apply to a huge number of entirely healthy, some would say extremely healthy, athletes. So when does exercise become an issue? Is it automatically a problem if something is addictive? Our environment is full of things which could qualify as addictions- food types, exercise, even people. When does it become a bad thing?

It is suggested that exercise has to be 'to a damaging degree'; 'physically damaging'; or 'excessive to qualify as an exercise addiction. This to me is so vague that it is flinch-worthy. Technically all exercise does micro physical-damage. Do you mean 'painful', as in you are injured but continue? 'Painful', as in your muscles hurt? 'Painful', as in you're struggling uphill and your heart is racing but you know it'll be worth it?

This is mentioned in pairing with not having 'adequate' rest. However, what is 'adequate' differs dramatically by person, and by activity variance. I don't take a lot of rest days, but the exercise I do is extremely varied in both content and intensity, so I'm rarely straining the same things. Excessive is not a single definition, but again highly variable by person. Friends who don’t exercise, in particular, say I’m obsessed because I work out 5-6 times a week. They do not factor in that I have slowly worked up to that, and because they see exercise as punishment, they do not understand the happiness I get from it.

This line of thought also exposes a dangerous assumption- many articles discussing the phenomenon seem to find it difficult to justify a lot of exercise done by a non-elite athlete. Is it not justifiable if you're not that good? What if you're training to be better? In fact, what if you aren't training for a single dang thing? I'd argue that there is nothing wrong with exercise for the joy of it.

Other potential 'problem' signs in the literature include experiencing exercise withdrawal, or getting a "buzz"from exercise. Now, I don't know a single athlete who doesn't miss training when injured. But its not just that they miss the training. When I am out of exercise I miss moving, I miss my friends, I miss the outdoors. I feel sluggish and crappy. Yes, yes I do get a high from exercise but I get that when its the only session I've done a week or when I've done one every day. Do we suggest its an addiction because of that feeling? Is seeking something that makes you feel that good really a bad thing? The same could apply to your job when you've pulled off an epic presentation, to you boyfriend or girlfriend when you kiss, to your friends when they've made you laugh so hard your abs hurt.

Another behaviour included on the Exercise Addiction Inventory (Terry, Szabo & Griffiths, 2004) is exercise being used as a way to change mood. If that's wrong I'm not sure I want to be right, there is nothing in the world like a great run after a shitty day, or boxing it out at Muay Thai.

Having fun in all 3 cases
Experts do comment that exercise can be a "positive addiction" - defined as having a healthy adaptation to the barriers to exercise: commitments to work, family, relationships etc which compete for time. I would argue this is where I am. But this does mean I tick another box on that peskyinventory;  Terry, Szabo & Griffiths (2004) say exercise is a problem when it interferes with your relationships. When is 'interference' happening? Its hard to say. Certainly, as I've suggested, I do experience tension in some relationships because of it. Almost invariably in relationships with people who don't work out.

I know some of my friends think my exercise is troublesome if it means I can't/won't stay out late, or 'have' to leave shopping to go to the climbing wall. The thing is, honestly, exercise is part of my fun. There are times where I would rather exercise than go shopping, or go see that film. Not because I feel compulsively about it, because I genuinely will have a great time. Similarly, I’m going to Italy in the summer and am already planning on doing the vertical km course. Some people will say, “its a holiday, stop working out”, but I genuinely WANT to do it. To me a great holiday would include exercise, its my down time. This conflict will not make me lose these people as friends, but it does loosen the bonds between us, and strengthen the bonds between me and people who Get It. As These Girls Do pointed out, “If we judged excessive exercise by the general population, anyone training for anything would be counted as addicted”. We can't judge addiction by the majority here.

Perhaps the only section of the literature that I can understand is the differentiation between exercise addiction through addict-type properties and through compulsion. Compulsive exercisers don't get any joy from it. Its a chore and relentless. I don't think it is healthy to be like that. Exercise takes up a huge part of my week. At the start I tried to fit exercise in because it was healthy, now I have it narrowed down to sports and classes which I love. I wouldn't dedicate 6 hours of my week to something I didn't love.

It is suggested that exercise addictions show a high comorbidity with eating disorders. If anything in this case I'd list the exercise addiction as a feature of the ED- another purging behaviour. This is obviously dangerous. That said, I have seen people for whom a sport helped them get out of their disordered eating. The other situation where I wholeheartedly believe exercise dependence could be dangerous is if someone continues to exercise through trauma or medical conditions. That said, I've exercised through injury. Bet you have too.

I can be very touchy about exercise commentary. I fullheartedly believe I have no issues with exercise and that my exercise is healthy and not over the top. I have trained up to this, I love all of it. It can make me bristle when people question it. Sitting on the sofa does damage too. Shows on TV and sugar filled foods are addictive too. Yet I'm not allowed to pass comment on that. It can also make me sad when people react to my running up a hill with, "Urgh, why do that to yourself?!", when to them did the joy of movement become a punishing chore?


Sorry for the massive, slightly tangent- filled post.

Where would you draw the line between addiction and healthy habit?

Is your exercise addiction a healthy one?


Dumgloyne Hill

On Monday morning N and I set off on an adventure. We are both busy people, with insane lives. And we missed each other. So we did what only maniacs will do- we made a plan to go run up a hill before our respective works started on Monday morning. You should see the texts- they contain a lot of exclamation marks, kisses, and general excitement. We chose Dumgoyne- close to Glasgow, short, sharp and sweet. 


Shows you the gradient of this hill!
Honestly, the up loop of Dumgoyne was a hike, not a run. We wanted a chat, it was first thing on a Monday, and we were un-bothered about timing. Additionally, my girl N was meant to be saving her legs for a cycling training camp abroad... we'll see about that. Shes mega-fit though so I doubt it was an issue. 

We got to the top, larked about on the trig point, then swooped downhill, laughing. 

Like a swan.

Titanic theme tune moment

Sorry for extreme blurryness; phone was not enjoying the fog
There's not really much more to add. I don't have any stats or a training plan or anything. I didn't take a watch up.  I'll let the green mossy hills speak for me. It sounds strange to say, but I feel that this kind of exposure to the wilds almost insures me against the working week. 

All I know is this- I went to bed on Sunday night feeling stressed to the eyeballs about the coming week, and I got to my desk on Monday morning calm and happy, with secretly muddy legs. The magical combination of hills and friends!

Edit: Coincidentally, today is actually International Day of Happiness. Do things that make you happy. This made me happy. 


Do you find nature protective against stress?


My 'Home Gym' + Workout

Firstly and foremost, 'home gym' is an extremely grandiose term. This post should truthfully read "What fitness equipment lies around in our living room for my loving partner to trip over on his way to the kitchen"*.

I have the following gym equipment at home to work into quick home bodyweight workouts. All of it was very cheap, and is not advanced gear, but is useful to target specific things. I've also designed a 25 minute workout that can be done using bodyweight and this minimal equipment, which I will show you guys below!

Not pictured: super cheap hand weights; cause I forgot them. 

Skipping Ropes

These ropes cost me 79 pence from home bargains. I am not kidding, they are the number one cheap as bit of equipment. They are also a fantastic cardio option and can help you work up quite a sweat in very little time. If you have a spare 10 minutes only to work out, I cannot recommend skipping enough. Its also an excellent warm up option. Honestly, these have lasted well. I've seen 10 quid ropes break; 79p seems absolutely fine.

Skip option 1: jump with both feet

Skip option 2: skip one foot at a time

Resistance Band

This is a maximum strength band and functions in two useful ways for home or park workouts: it adds work to otherwise easy moves and it can be used in stretching, particularly if you are not super bendy. Yes, that's me. I got this from Amazon and it cost £2. Its also very useful for travel as it is extremely light and occupies almost no space when packed.

Light Weights

Now, obviously these are not going to cut it for heavy workouts. Heavy weights cost more money, which is why I do not own any. These were a TK Maxx bargain (around a fiver?), but have to be used carefully to get any kind of efficacy. Please note I FORGOT them for the photos, so they are represented by bits of tree in their absence.

Foam Roller

Again, this was picked up at TK Maxx for a minimal amount of money (£15) and so far it seems to hold up well. It works the same way as the far more expensive trigger point rollers do- with chunky sections to break up tense muscle fibers.


Workout time! This is a leg and arms circuit, with skipping cardio intervals. Each strength set is 5 minutes, including the stretch period; for 25 minutes total.

Round 1

1 minute skipping
1 minute front squat with band*
1 minute shoulders circuit- curl; fly; circle repeat 10s each
1 minute bent row with band
30s skipping
30s rest

Straight curl the 'weights' up, fly out to here, then circle the arms here

Upright row- back straight and pull the bands up with elbows close

* For this put the band over shoulders then under feet to cause a pull down into the squat- my band was not long enough!

Round 2

1 minute skipping
1 minute banded clamshells
1 minute tricep flys with weights
1 minute push up with band
30 skipping
30s rest

Clams- keep heels together.
Tricep Fly: Keep arm close to body and raise right up, hinging at elbow.

Sorry this is so blurred. Band goes over back and under hands.

Round 3

1 minute skipping
1 minute lateral band walk
1 minute lunge rotate with weights
1 minute shoulder press with band*
30s skipping
30s rest

Walk sideways with band around ankles.

Squat down.

Lunge and rotate torso towards front leg holding your 'weights' central to the body. 
* Again mine was not long enough, goes under feet with yourself in squat position and press hands up from shoulder into the air.

Round 4

1 minute skipping  (4 min 30s)
1 minute glute bridge with band
1 minute press up position weight raises
1 minute skullcrushers with band
30s skipping
30s rest

Band above the knees for the bridge
Lift 'weight' straight up, arm stays close in to body.
Arms go from straight up to hands at face, bending at elbow, keep elbows in together.

Warm Down and Stretch

Hamstrings- classic stretch can be deepened w resistance band (30s minimum each leg- band around foot sole instead of holding the leg)
Quads w resistance band (30s minimum each leg- band around ankle held over shoulder at hands)
Upper back and arm stretch (1 min- triceps)
Foam roll quads (30s min each leg- face down rolling along the quad)
Foam roll ITBS (30s min each leg- rolling hip> knee and back up along side of body)
Foam roll lower back (1 minute- lying on it rolling up back and down again)

Phew! Hope you enjoyed that. Is there any equipment I'd add? Not for now, but if I were to lose easy access to a cheap gym (with all classes included- uni sport is a great deal), I would add kettlebells; an exercise matt; and a step. If money were no object I would have a pimped out gym with TRX cords and boxing pads too! In another life I guess...

Vest Adidas || Leggings Sweaty Betty+ || Shoes Brooks Pure Cadence


What home gym equipment do you have? How do you use it?

*Bonus points go to weights as a toe stubbing master race and to foam rollers for, well, rolling when you step on them.
+ Crosses indicate items I was gifted


My Embarrassing Exercise Moments

I have been exercising since my early days in university. What started as unhealthy competition with a friend I lived with has since developed into an integral part of my life, my well-being and who I am. I now love exercise as an experience as well as a healthy ideal. However, I haven't got this far without some toe-curlingly embarrassing moments. Moments where I would have happily chosen to sink through the floor of the gym and never darkened its doors again. Moments where I wished I was anywhere but there.


That time I... Decked it off a treadmill:

Picture me, on the dreadmill, doing sprint repetitions and feeling ever so smug. It was a lunchtime and the gym was packed, I had nabbed the last machine. Outside it was torrential. Chirpy pop was blasting through my headphones as I dialed the machine up to my maximum sprint speed. Then I lengthened my stride, like a goddamn gazelle, and my leading foot reached forward, down on to the non-moving front lip of the machine.

The other foot shot behind me, the front foot lost its grip, and I was unceremoniously catapulted backwards off the machine into a wall as a tangle of limbs. I now resembled Bambi post- car crash. An attractive young man rushed to my aid (there were lots of attractive guys when I was an undergraduate, now they all look like children to me, what happened?) but when he found I was fine, he quipped, "Ah, just your pride hurt then?".

One of those girls in a crop top laughed. Those. Stupid. Girls.

That time I... Maybe broke a finger in the weights room:

I was doing a variety of arm exercises- flys, skullcrushers, shoulder presses. Feeling fine, humming away to a tune on the iPod. I placed a weight on its end- so its other end was up in the air- and go to change songs, pressing my iPod. The iPod that is on the floor next to the weight. The button press depressed the mat, the weight fell over directly onto my hand. I made a noise that sounds exactly like, 'hyrrrnnggggg'.

No one but me could tell what happened. No one but me saw a thing. But I was crying like a baby and I felt woozy (I react badly to finger pain- I've fainted twice after trapping them in drawers). People started approaching me; acting like they were approaching someone very mentally fragile, speaking calmly, "Are you alright, do you need us to get someone?". They all thought I had just descended straight into hiccupy snottery madness with no provocation.

I never learned if it was broken but it bloody hurt for quite some time.

That time I... Forgot a towel:

I had been for a swimset, washed myself in the group shower, removed and rinsed my costume and put it in the spin semi-dryer. I was now in the buff, grabbing my towel from my locker. My towel... from my locker... Fuuuu---. It was not there. It had never been there. Cue instant flashback to it rolled up neatly on my sofa. I did all I could- ran to get paper towels from the bathroom and kind of dabbed myself dry. In full view of a lot of people. Just dabbing away.

Side note: those things do not work on hair unless you have 600 of them. My full apologies to the environment.

That time I... Did an underwear run:

In 4th year undergraduate the opportunity to do a 1 mile underwear run for charity came up and I said yes. I was on the running club committee, it was only a mile. I reasoned that if I didn't do it now, it was the kind of thing I would never do. So I did. At first, it was fantastic. I felt free and confident and, although I was nervous about my body, I was surrounded by friends and strangers. Then the course turned towards the library. The library where everyone I knew would be. So I crossed my bra straps and prayed that they would all be inside working hard.

As we round the corner to the library, there was one person I knew sitting right outside it on the wall with her friends. It was my boyfriends ex girlfriend. His skinny, and beautiful, ex girlfriend. She saw me, we made eye contact, and all I could think of to say was, "Oh hi! This is awkward! Can't stop to talk, I'm running in my underwear!". Yes thank you brain, shes not blind.

The lesson to be learned- saying, "This is awkward", never makes something less awkward.

That time I... Was given odd drugs advice:

This was more embarrassing for the speaker than me. Or would be more embarrassing if he were existing on the mortal plane at all. I was doing back raises on an incline board and a young man approached me. I thought he was either a) about to make a butt comment or b) about to give dude exercise advice. I was correct on B, sort of... He leaned in, and stage whispered, "A tip! If you keep your head down low for 20 seconds before raising up it makes you feel like you are high!". He then stared me straight in the eye for a minute, making sure I had received his genius visionary message, reiterated, "High!", and wandered off. I was left trying to look as least like someone who would be interested in getting high as possible. And trying to infer with shruggy body language that I had no idea who that dude was.

To this day I have no idea if he was in fact, "High!".

That time I... Threw water at a hottie:

I had a water bottle with a sports cap. That is the first and most important part of this story. I had been at the gym often enough and long enough to have developed a speaking relationship with some of the top-level attractive guys in the strength suite. It was a giddy feeling, being someone they felt was worthy to speak to (I'm sure they weren't thinking this, they were lovely guys, but I was unpopular in school and not used to being near beasts of such finery). Their glorious leader and I were discussing something, probably squats. I was trying to be ever-so casual and ever-so attractive, taking small sips of water. Then, as I began to reply, I wildly gesticulated and soaked him with an perfect arch of water, which jetted from the now-open sports cap on my water bottle. He looked quite shocked.

Luckily we spoke again, so I think he forgave me, but I literally turned magenta. On the plus side- he looked pretty good soaked.

That time I... Introduced my colleague to my boobs:

Much more recently, I went to Muay Thai with a colleague. All was fine until class number two, when we paired up. The second set of moves was one where you get your partner in a headlock and then act as if you are kneeing them in the stomach (they hold a pad across their stomach). As soon as we got into position, I realised this directly translates into holding their face to your sports-bra-ed boobs. Sweaty boobs. In Muay Thai quite smelly, sweaty boobs. Oh dear.

I guess at least he couldn't see that well given the darkness between the boobs and the headlock.

There are numerous other examples- all those times I had a nip alert (every. time.); queefs when doing yoga or ab contractions (they aren't farts! Honest! Wait... are they worse or better?); headphone fandangles (being hooked back to the machine you had them plugged into like a fish on a line); and the sheer impossibility of dismounting elegantly from incline sit ups. These things happen to all of us, they happen a lot.

Now, I want to hear yours.


Okay, spill, whats the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to you in fitness?