I’ll be honest β when my coaching client first told me she was standing in front of a glowing red panel every night for twenty minutes, I nodded politely and filed it under “things people do when they have too much disposable income.” I’d seen the Instagram posts. I’d scrolled past the celebrity endorsements. I’d watched a few YouTube reviewers rave about how red light therapy was the next big thing in recovery, and I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly sprained something. But here’s the thing about being a wellness coach for over a decade: eventually, you have…
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I have a confession that might sound a little unhinged coming from a wellness coach: I strapped three fitness trackers to my body every single day for three months. A Garmin Venu 4 on my left wrist, a WHOOP band on my right, and an Oura Ring 4 on my finger. My partner started calling me the Borg. My clients raised eyebrows. But I needed to know β once and for all β whether the hundreds of dollars we’re all spending on wearable tech is actually changing our health, or just giving us prettier charts to glance at during breakfast.…
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I’ll be honest with you. When I first heard about people voluntarily lowering themselves into freezing water, I thought they had lost their minds. I spent nearly a decade competing in track and field β the heptathlon, if you’re curious β and ice baths were something my coach made me do after brutal training sessions. They were miserable, and I tolerated them because I wanted to recover faster. Never once did I think I’d voluntarily do this at home, let alone actually research and compare cold plunge setups for fun. But here we are in 2026, and cold plunging has…
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I never considered myself a morning person. For years, my training schedule read like a night owl’s manifesto β evening runs under streetlights, weight sessions that started at 8 PM, yoga flows that ended close to midnight. Summer changed all of that. Not because I had some grand epiphany about circadian rhythms or read a life-changing book about dawn rituals. It happened because last July, I stepped outside for a noon run and genuinely thought I was going to melt into the pavement. That miserable, sweating-through-everything, questioning-my-life-choices run was my wake-up call β literally. The next morning, I dragged myself…
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I’ll be honest β when collagen peptides first started showing up everywhere a few years ago, I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly pulled something. Another miracle powder? Another supplement promising to make your skin glow, your joints feel twenty years younger, and your hair grow like you’re in a shampoo commercial? Please. But here’s the thing about being a wellness coach who actually practices what she preaches: eventually, you have to put your money where your mouth is and test things for yourself. And after three solid months of stirring collagen peptides into my morning coffee every single…
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I spent most of my twenties and thirties treating my feet like afterthoughts. Cushioned sneakers, thick socks, arch supports, orthotic inserts β I wrapped my feet in so much padding that they barely had to do any work at all. And for a long time, that seemed fine. I was fast, strong, and pain-free. Then somewhere around my thirty-eighth birthday, my knees started aching after long runs. My hips felt tight no matter how much I stretched. And my feet β well, they just felt tired. All the time. A physical therapist I was working with watched me walk across…
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I need to confess something that still stings a little. Last fall, I spent close to four hundred dollars on a biological age test. You know the kind β you spit in a tube, mail it off, and some algorithm tells you whether your cells think you’re thirty-two or forty-seven. When my results came back saying my biological age was three years older than my chronological age, I did what any self-respecting wellness coach would do. I panicked. Then I bought a cold plunge, ordered six new supplements, and downloaded three biohacking apps. Six months later, I retested. My biological…
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I have to be honest with you. The first time someone told me to lie down on a mat covered in thousands of tiny plastic spikes, I laughed in their face. I’m an athlete β or at least I was, back in my heptathlon days β and I’ve put my body through some genuinely intense experiences. Hill sprints at altitude. Ice baths that made my teeth ache. A VO2 max test that had me questioning every life choice that led me to that treadmill. But willingly pressing my bare skin into what amounts to a bed of nails? That felt…
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I used to think walking was the warm-up, not the workout. That was before I loaded thirty pounds onto my back and spent a Saturday morning covering five miles of trails near my house. By the time I got home, my legs were trembling, my shirt was soaked, and I felt the kind of deep satisfaction that usually follows a brutal gym session. That was my first ruck, and I haven’t looked at walking the same way since. Rucking β the deceptively simple act of walking with a weighted backpack β has exploded in popularity this year, and for good…
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I need to be honest with you. For years, I was that person who defended gym memberships like they were a personality trait. “You can’t replicate the energy of a gym,” I’d tell anyone who’d listen. “The equipment variety alone is worth the monthly fee.” And then my schedule imploded β between coaching clients, volunteer sessions at the Y, and life generally happening β and I found myself paying for a membership I used maybe eight times in three months. That’s when I started paying attention to cable machines. Not the massive, bolt-to-the-floor commercial units that look like they belong…