Taking Up S P A C E

Taking Up S P A C E

I burst into tears on my way to work 3 days ago.

It was just after 6am, and I (coach Hannah) was at the stop light at MacArthur & Harrison.

While waiting for the light to change, my mind started running through the inventory of people who have offered to help us with the new studio. Some of these offers have already been accepted and played through, others are still waiting in the wings.

All of a sudden, as I ran down my mental list of all of the humans who want our business to succeed -- who want us to make the thing that matters the most to us -- I felt overwhelmed with gratitude and tears rolled down my freshly washed, barely awake face.

Curl Control

Curl Control

Allowing my natural curly hair to be… well, curly has been a powerful lesson in letting go of control. 

Which is NOT my natural impulse. I like things better when they are controllable. Decide-on-able. When each element can be arranged just so. This is not possible with natural curls. 

Thanks to the relationship with my mane, I’m realizing that “control” is an illusion, in most areas of life. 

We like to think we can control our bodies.

I hear this notion most often with clients who have had chronic pain. They’ve worked out certain positions in which they can successfully not feel their pain, and mistake that to mean that the pain is gone.

(Not the same thing, at all.)

Lessons in Intuition: Part 2

I wanted to follow up on the email about my backpack (and laptop) getting stolen a few weeks ago. As I have been telling the story to those closest to me, I've realized there is a key part of it that didn’t make it into my email to you. It might be the best part of the whole story. 

Opting Out of "Thin"

In this post, Coach Hannah shares her experience of redefining fitness goals based on her own desires, rather than blindly adhering to cultural norms. Enjoy!

For a long time I was running the race to be THIN.

(For most of my life, it didn't feel like there was any other choice.)

As a woman in America, it comes at you from all angles:

Thin is healthy.
Thin is attractive. 
Thin is achievable (if you aren't thin, you aren't trying hard enough, and you're probably lazy). 
Thin is the only worthy goal for your female body. 
Thin is
measurable (by the number on the scale, by calories in and out, by the size on your clothing tags.)

...And you'll never know if you are thin ENOUGH, so keep hustling.

And hustle I did.

To be honest, I started strength training as part of my pursuit of thin-ness.

But luckily there are are some key differences in the pursuit of strength, that helped me widen my perspective. 

Strong is healthy
Strong is attractive
Strong is achievable (this is actually true, any body can get stronger, whereas not every body is meant to look like our cultural standard of "thin")
Strong is also measurable. (By how much weight you lift. By how many reps and sets you do.)

But here's my favorite part:

Strong is relative. 

Strong is not one size.

Make Your Mornings Suck Less: Part 4

Today I want to talk to you about a concept that I call "Smoothing the Path."

I know that I am generally grumpy toddler when I wake up. It is often dark, and cold. There are lots of reasons to want to stay in bed, or to resent having to get moving. Especially when you are forced to wake up early. Toddler tantrums are a serious risk here.

At night, before bed, I am a grown-ass adult woman, and I have the bandwidth to make some mature and reasonable choices.

I have found it useful to leverage this fact to help my morning toddler deal with her shit. 

Hannah's Session with @HunterFitness

Hey, coach Hannah here, with a little confessional story for ya...

I just got back from a weekend in LA. Last November I signed up for an event I knew barely anything about (you’ve probably heard me talking about the Summit of Power if you follow us on Instragram) but when I signed up, it didn’t even have a name yet. This is a different story, for another email. 

Leading up to the event, I realized that I would be nearby to one of my mobility training mentors, Hunter Cook. I knew I would kick myself if I didn’t at least try to get in a training session with him while I was in the area. Amazingly, he had an opening in his crazy schedule, so I fought Friday LA traffic to get all the way down to Long Beach.