When I was a teenager, I used to go to Les Mills aerobics and Body Pump classes in my hometown, New Plymouth, New Zealand. I loved them. It was the energy, the music, the feeling of being in a room full of people all moving together, letting out big whoops because the energy in the room was so alive that it lit me up. In many ways, it awakened something in me back then, in the same way yoga did when I eventually found that path later in life. One night after class, the head a

Last weekend, I found myself having one of those deep and meaningful conversations with a friend I hadn’t seen for a while. She shared that even though we don’t see each other often, she watches my journey on Instagram. She said she feels I am someone who consistently shows up and shares my story authentically. To be honest, it was such a lovely thing to hear, because I truly believe that when we allow ourselves to be vulnerable and honest about what we are going through, it

Doing hard things reminds us that we are often far more capable than the mind would have us believe. The noise, the stories, the doubts: Why am I doing this? I’m so busy, I don’t have time for this. Shouldn’t I be slowing down? Remember, you’re in menopause. You’re not fit enough, you haven’t trained enough. That is often the mind pulling us back to the place of least resistance. And I know it would have been easier not to sign up, especially once I decided to travel to New Z