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April Full Body Challenge

Hello!!

I’ve been thinking about how our bodies just love to be moved. They’re meant to stretch and squat and reach and carry.

Your body is a beautiful machine.

If you’ve been wanting to move your machine more, click here. It’s a full body challenge designed to get you moving a little more each day. At the end of the month, you’ll feel stronger.

The challenge is:

3 Different Levels
4 Different Movements
30 Days

Want in??
Click here for more details.

Click here if you want to see the video giving the movements and the ‘why’.

Much peace,
Sarah

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Teenager vs. Middle Ager – Observations

When I was a teenager, I remember looking at older women and feeling a variety of feelings:

  • Mild Annoyance
  • Confusion
  • Embarrassment
  • Slight Contempt

Now that I am that older woman and I live with a teenager, it’s SO delightful to have the shoe on the other foot. (There might be some sarcasm in here…but honestly I really look at this as fertile ground.)

Example #1
Yesterday, we were driving home from school. I peeked in my rearview mirror and looked at the face of my teenager. It was closed and pinched tight. (This pic is of my pre-teen, but same concept…)

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I looked at my own face and I was smiling at the world in the sunshine. My face was annoyingly open and I was loving the world around me.

Huh.

Example #2
When we are in restaurants, on the street…anywhere really I look people in the eye and try and SEE them. “Hello.” “Good morning.” “How are you?”

My teenager furtively looks at people – seemingly as uncomfortable with looking them in the eye them as being seen. She’s slightly embarrassed by my chatting with people so openly.

BTW – she has read this and approved it, so I’m not gossiping about her. She wanted to clarify that she isn’t uncomfortable with looking at people on the street…but looking people in the eye is harder.

Example #3
I dance in my car, in my home, truth be told…I dance anywhere. (Black Sheep, “The Choice is Yours” xo)

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My child used to join me in my dancing. It ended last year or so. No more family dance parties…

It seems like there is this time in the middle when we get super self-conscious for a REALLY LONG TIME. When we worry SO MUCH what the world thinks of us. Where we don’t know ourselves and are unsure of our place in it all.

And then apparently (at least in my case) you come out the other side standing in your 40’s and don’t give a flying f(&k. You stand in your power, your big S Self. It’s like coming out of a deep sleep…you wake up and look around and you SEE other people…you SEE your Self. You SEE how we’re ALL connected.

Is this just me? I don’t think so.

I look around and I see other women my age DOING SOME SERIOUSLY COOL SH&T. They are standing firmly in their power, looking other people in the eye, and saying, “HELLO.”

Maybe what I can’t figure out is if I feel a little bad for the young me, my teenager, other young people. I wish they could fast forward a bit…

Because let me tell you…this feels glorious.

(Any other middle-aged women feeling this???)

xo, Sarah


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My 2018 Vision Board

Here it is. I’ve already had a lot of movement in my areas of focus…it’s freaking me out in the best possible way. 3 More Days to get the EnVision Board Class, Practice and Workbook at 50% off – then I’m pulling it down. All of it will get dropped in your inbox to do in the comfort of your own home. Here’s the link. 

Click here to see it.

Peace, Sarah


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Vision Board Magic

Hoo Boy! I have no idea why, but sharing this story was really tender for me. I think there is a part of me that felt maybe unworthy, or “who am I to have these big dreams?”

Ugh.

Click here for the vid.

If you think you might like to invite some magic and create your Vision Board, I’m putting the En-Vision Board Class on sale 50% off. It includes:
*Class
*Workbook
*Meditation & Gentle SomaYoga

Click here for the page with sale price.

Peace, Joy, Love,
Sarah


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Inspired Mover – Rachel Hable

Over the course of the next couple of months, I’m going to feature some movers that inspire me. People who move their bodies regularly for many different reasons. People who have stories to tell. I have the absolute honor to introduce you to Rachel. 

Rachel & I went to the gym around the same time together for awhile. I was always inspired by her tenacity, consistency, and drive. She also had a lot of heart. Her heart and humor would shine through in her support of others and in the way she looked at her husband Seth.

Rachel also has a big job – and her company moved her to California. The whole gym really felt the loss of Rachel and her husband. But her story took a turn after their move.

Here is Rachel’s story, in her own words:

I found out about CrossFit from my husband Seth. We were training for a half marathon and about 2 weeks before the race he declared that we needed to do something after the half marathon and he thought that it should be CrossFit. So we went in and did a workout with Tony (he kept assuring us that it was a “hard” workout, but, of course it wasn’t). Seth loved it and signed up immediately. I had some knee and hip issues I needed to deal with so I didn’t sign up. I ended up having hip surgery about six months later. Then in January 2015, TWCF had a free week and Seth convinced me to try it again. I think I went nearly every day that week and then I was hooked. 

I have LOVED sports my entire life. I played basketball and softball through college. I was going to be a sportswriter. I am also probably competitive to an unhealthy extent. I think I once told Seth to “die mother&^er” when we were playing a friendly game of cards. So, I liked that CF had a competitive element. I also loved Olympic lifting, which I had never tried before. But mostly, I just couldn’t believe how much fun I had every day. My fellow CFers were interesting and fun and I loved getting to hang out with them.

I joined CF in January 2015 and I was diagnosed with cancer in October 2016.

The funny thing was that I didn’t feel sick at all. I PR’d my clean. I finally did a real pull-up right around that time.

I felt a lump when I was drying off after a shower. I convinced myself it was nothing. A few weeks later, I could feel my lymph nodes under my arm and I figured that there might be a problem. But I was really in denial. I just didn’t think it could be cancer—which was dumb because my Mom had breast cancer.

From the time I saw my primary care physician, to getting a mammogram and ultrasound, to a biopsy, to finally then getting the diagnosis was one of the worst times in my life. I didn’t want to tell anyone because I didn’t want to worry anyone in case it was nothing but I was falling apart. I couldn’t sleep. I had panic attacks. It wasn’t really surprising when the doctor told me that it was cancer but I just remember feeling numb. They try to tell you important stuff and tell you about a bunch of appointments and it was like I couldn’t keep anything in my head. I finally had to ask them to write it down.

Staying active made me feel a little normal in a time when nothing felt normal. It made me feel strong and I really needed to feel strong.  I got all this advice that I shouldn’t workout and should only be walking from support groups on-line and some doctors. But all my oncologist said was “don’t start any new rigorous exercise program or diet or anything” and I thought, well, I’m not actually starting a new one so this is fine. So I would walk when I didn’t feel good and I would do as much crossfit as I could when I felt up to it. The owner of the gym offered to refund my monthly fee when I found out I had cancer and I remember Seth telling him, “You don’t know Rachel.” 

Studies have shown that staying active during chemo makes it more effective. It was also great to have a community that was just happy to see me every morning that I showed up. I felt a lot of love and support from the gym family. Seth used to joke with me that I inspired him because “he couldn’t let the cancer lady beat him.”

I finished cancer treatment in July. I did chemo first, mastectomy and then radiation. About a week ago, I had breast reconstruction. I had a latissimus dorsi flap procedure with implant. They take a muscle from your back and make a pocket for a boob. I also had an implant put in on my good side. It’s a pretty major surgery but this should be my last big surgery. The next one will just be to try to get the two sides to match. I was on the fence about having this surgery since it’s cosmetic and I really just wanted to be done with doctors but my doctors thought I was young enough that I wouldn’t want to go through life with one boob.

 

rachelcrossfitcali.jpgNext for me is healing from this surgery and moving forward with life. The cancer could come back at any time and that is absolutely terrifying so I try really hard to be positive and not focus on that. I had Stage 3a triple negative cancer which is fairly advanced (lymph node involvement) and triple negative is the most aggressive kind of breast cancer with the highest rate of recurrence. So, I’m staying positive, trying to get back to my old crossfit self and kick ass at work.

What have I learned?

I learned that CrossFit made me mentally tough. I know that probably sounds crazy but those daily WODs build confidence and tenacity. And I needed every bit of that to get through chemo because chemo sucks beyond words.

I learned that I am still very much the same person I always was. You always read about people who had brushes with death and now they know that is really important in life and they are going to sell all their possessions and bike through Europe. That’s not me. But it did make me realize that my life is pretty great.

I learned that people are, for the most part, amazing and giving. I cannot tell you how much love and support I got from everyone in my life.

I am still learning to let that shit go. And to not be too hard on myself and to be happy with me. I’m trying to do better at evaluating what is and is not worth my time.

Advice. I used to beat myself up if I was not absolutely perfect all the time. Now I try to remind myself that everyone has a bad day. So, that’s my advice. Everyone has a bad day. It’s not who you are every other day.

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The Prayer Shawl

At a small rural church in Northwestern Michigan, there are piles of knitted yarn. They’re separated into stacks – small, medium, large.

When I saw them, I thought maybe blankets?? But wasn’t sure.

My dad, the priest, said, “They’re prayer shawls. The ladies of the church knit them and give them to people who need comfort and prayer.”

People who need comfort and prayer.

It made me think to myself, “Don’t we ALL need comfort and prayer?”

Don’t we?

Don’t we all need to be wrapped in a soft shawl, knitted with loving hands, blessed, then wrapped around our shoulders with love and prayer?

IMG_20180313_193937It touched me so deeply – the whole idea of this exchange.

Then, I saw it…on the bottom shelf. A small, grey shawl. I reached out and touched it. It was soft and it soothed me.

I asked the ladies, “Could I make a donation and have a prayer shawl please?” Maybe I don’t look like who they imagine would need their shawls, but they generously agreed.

And as I sit in meditation and prayer today, I felt the hands of all who had touched it…and am comforted and blessed.

May we all be comforted and blessed.

So much gratitude to Saint Mary’s Episcopal in Cadillac, Michigan.

xo, Sarah


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When you f(&*k up

I’m not a fan of f(&*king up. Who is, I suppose?

But when I do, I like to say – “I f9&*ked up and I’m so sorry.”

Last month, I did a podcast for Parent Town. It was on Body Image.

While I was doing the interview, I used some vernacular that I didn’t even realize that I had used until I listened to the podcast. When I did, I heard the words and immediately wished I hadn’t said them and felt such regret.

What I said:

Two times I said the words, “on the warpath.”

And once I said, “crazy.”

The first was insensitive to indigenous people – I am sorry. I regret the use of the words and will do better.

The second was insensitive to people living with mental illness – I am sorry. I regret the use of the word and will do better.

I want to be clear – I don’t want or need you to say “it’s not a big deal” or “don’t get upset” or to validate me in any way. Instead, I want you to just hear that I messed up and that I own that mess up. I regret if it caused any harm and I will work to do better next time.

Words are powerful. They can build or destruct. They can love or hate. They can cause microaggressions and harm.

In the future, I’ll use my words more carefully.

Peace, Sarah