Three different clients asked me the same question within a single week this September, and none of them knew the others had asked it. “Should I buy a reformer?” Not a treadmill. Not a fancy watch. A Pilates reformer — the sliding carriage, the springs, the footbar, the whole pulled-straight-from-a-studio apparatus — for their house. When a question shows up three times in seven days, I stop treating it as small talk and start treating it as an assignment. So my team and I spent the past few weeks pulling spec sheets, checking weight capacities, folding and unfolding machines, and…
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Every October, without fail, at least three clients corner me after a session and ask the same question: “Should I buy a massage chair?” The holidays are coming, their backs are stiff from desk jobs and school pickups, and the deal emails start landing the moment the calendar flips. This year, my team and I decided to stop guessing at answers. We borrowed two chairs, bought one for the studio at a deep discount, and put every model we could reasonably get our hands on through sixty days of post-workout, post-travel, post-everything testing. What follows is the guide I now…
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There’s a specific kind of quiet that comes over a room when you finally cancel a subscription you’ve been paying for three years. My phone screen glowed on the kitchen counter, my finger hovered, and my inner competitor — the one who nearly made an Olympic heptathlon team and has never met a sunk cost she liked — whispered, “Are you sure?” I was. The Garmin CIRQA had been living on my left wrist for six weeks by that morning, and it had quietly made my Whoop membership obsolete. I didn’t expect this. When Garmin announced its first screenless band…
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There is one specific night every fall when I stop trusting my house. It is not a dramatic night. Nobody throws a party, nothing breaks. It is simply the first evening cold enough that the furnace coughs to life, every window in the place shuts for the season, and my family and I begin the six-month project of breathing the same air over and over again. My husband calls it sweater weather. My coaching clients call it nothing at all, because most of them have never once thought about it. I call it the night the house closes — and…
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I spent most of my twenties collecting kettlebells the way other people collect coffee mugs. There was the 26-pounder I bought for high-rep swings, the 35 that carried me through my heptathlon off-seasons, the 44 that mostly served as a very expensive doorstop by the end. Six bells lined up in the garage like bowling trophies, occupying a shelf I could have used for, well, anything else. So when September rolled around this year and I found myself coaching yet another client through building a home gym from scratch, I finally took my own advice: I let the whole shelf…
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Every October, without fail, my inbox fills with the same question. It arrives after the first week of raking leaves, the first cold morning at the desk, the first marathon-training long run when the lower back quietly files its complaint. “Should I buy an inversion table?” Clients ask it the way people ask about a tattoo — half hopeful, half worried someone will talk them out of it. I understand the appeal. I spent my twenties throwing a javelin and landing in a sand pit two hundred days a year, and my spine kept the receipts long after my heptathlon…
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There is a specific smell that takes me straight back to 2004: old rubber track, deep heat liniment, and the faintly earthy funk of beet juice. Our club physio kept a cooler of the stuff behind the training shed, and he guarded it like state secrets. Drink your purple, he’d bark at us forty minutes before repeat 400s. Most of us grimaced through it. One of my training partners swore the beets were why she closed her last lap a second faster that season, and I rolled my eyes at her every single time. Twenty-odd years later, I owe that…
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There is a moment every September when my walking group looks at me with the same question in their eyes. This year it arrived early, courtesy of a viral clip of someone power-walking through a park with what looked like a small sandbag strapped to their chest. Ten texts later, I had my answer ready: yes, the weighted vest is having a moment, and yes, I would find out exactly what it does before any of you buy one. So I did what I always ask my clients to do before they chase a trend: I built a little experiment…
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There is a number that predicts how long you’ll live independently, and no wearable on the market tracks it. It’s not your VO2 max. It’s not your resting heart rate or your sleep score. It’s how hard you can squeeze. Grip strength has quietly become one of the most respected biomarkers in longevity research. Large population studies going back to the PURE study — nearly 140,000 adults across 17 countries — found that grip strength predicted death from cardiovascular disease better than systolic blood pressure. Researchers now describe it as a “single vital sign of aging,” a proxy for total-body…
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Every September, my inbox fills up with the same panicked question. It is never “what’s my pace target” or “how do I carb load.” It is “I need new shoes and my marathon is in five weeks — what do I buy?” And every September, I give the same answer that makes runners look at me like I just told them to skip their long run: buy last year’s colorway. Right now, in the middle of fall race season, the running shoe market is doing something quietly beautiful. The 2026 versions of the big trainers have landed at full price,…