I Preach Movement

***This post was originally written as a Guest Blog post for Momstown.ca.

This is my final post for Momstown, as I’m finding the time commitment to be too much when my personal blog is where my true passion lies.  It’s been a great experience with a wonderful company and I’ve learned a lot about the world of blogging!***


With a five-year-old and a two-year-old in my house about to embark on their respective SK and Nursery School starts, I’ve been thinking a lot about the ‘teacher role’ I’ve played in their lives to date.  I’ve been fortunate to work part-time, and so I’ve been able to spend the vast majority of my daytime hours with their amazing little selves by my side.

I’ve thought back to the practical skills I’ve taught them: putting on coats, taking off shoes, washing hands.  I’ve thought about the academics: colours, numbers, shapes.  I’ve thought about the life skills:  taking turns, using manners, saying hello.  But if I had to choose one thing, just one thing, that I’m proud that they’ve learned from me, is that I’ve taught them to move.

They’ve learned that movement makes you strong.  Movement makes you grow.  Movement makes you confident, capable, and full of life.  That movement makes you healthy.  That movement is simply a part of life.

I practice what I preach, and I preach movement.  They see me come home from the gym in the wee hours of the morning, tired and sweaty and happy.  They see me huffing and puffing as I push them through the snowy streets in the running stroller.  They see that we choose bikes rather than cars, exploring rather than TV, and playgrounds rather than movie theatres.  They see movement not as a daily chore, not as a ‘physical activity requirement’, but rather as a normal part of every day.

Have you seen this phrase floating around?


I couldn’t agree more.

Teach your kids to move.

Cozy and ready to run.

Cozy and ready to go for a run.



This New Year, Change Your Normal

***This was originally written as a Guest Blog post for Momstown.ca.***

With the New Year upon us, it seems that the online world has exploded with ‘Top 5 Ways to Get Fit’ posts.  This is not one of those posts.

You see, I believe the way to get fit is to be fit as a child and then stay fit as an adult.  Huh?  Yep, that’s my theory: it’s easier to stay fit than it is to get fit.

Every year, people all over the world make resolutions to get fit on January 1st.  Often, these resolutions hold true for a month or two, and then the ‘get fit’ goal slips by the wayside.  This is made quite clear in a big-box gym parking lot that is full in January and empty in March.  I’m not saying you shouldn’t resolve to get fit, in fact, I hope that you do.  Write it down, broadcast it, tell your friends.  Make it your goal.  But I hope that rather than saying ‘My resolution is to get in shape’, you say ‘My resolution is to change my lifestyle to make being in shape a normal part of life for my children’.  See the difference?

So on Sunday morning, go for a run with your children.  Put them in a stroller or on a bike and let them see you sweat.  Let them see you get winded and take walk breaks and drink water.  Let them see how good you feel afterwards.  Take them for walks and swims and skates.  Take them sledding and canoeing and hiking.  Take them to high-school basketball games, community road races, and charity hockey games so that they can see other people being active and enjoying it.  Make exercise a part of their life rather than a chore on their to-do list.

Normalcy is grown in childhood and accepted in adulthood.  Change your normal.


This picture makes me think of warmer days gone by…

Then the most incredible thing happened.

The most incredible thing happened at my gym last week.

It was an 8pm workout on a Monday night.  I had come straight from a busy day at work, and dragged myself there somewhat begrudgingly.  It was cold, it was windy, it was snowy.  I hadn’t eaten dinner yet and the assigned workout did not play to my strengths.  My couch was calling my name.

I went through the warm-up, some burpees and duck-walks and bear crawls, all things I love to hate.  Onto mobility.  Shoulder mobility.  The majority in attendance took their pullup bands to the main rig to begin going through the drills.  Myself and two others ended up on the other side of the gym, away from the group.

“Do you blog for Momstown?” she said.

I turned my head to see a friendly face that I didn’t recognize.  “Yes I do” I replied, “how do you know that?”

“I’ve been following your blog.  In fact, you’re one of the main reasons I decided to come here.”

You should’ve seen my face.  I was shocked and floored and flattered all rolled into one.  She went on to explain that she’s been reading my blog regularly and since I blog about Crossfit often, okay very often, she wanted to try it herself.

“I thought to myself, she’s a mom, she works, and she can do this stuff.  So can I!” she said.

So there you have it.  All this time I’ve been writing… all 82 posts… all those should-I-publish-this or shouldn’t-I-publish-this moments were worth it.  Because it made a positive effect.  It did some good.  It helped someone.  I’ve been writing this blog because I love to write, I love to share my views, I love to see the feedback.  I love the encouragement and the criticism and the debate.

Then the most incredible thing happened.