My physical therapist has a name for the knot that lived under my right shoulder blade for the better part of two years. She calls it “the tenant.” It moved in during a season of back-to-back coaching certifications I completed almost entirely at a laptop, and it refused every eviction notice I served it — massage guns, lacrosse balls, the foam roller I kept wedged beside my desk like a security blanket. So when she watched me lie back on a padded wheel during a session last spring, put my arms overhead, and audibly exhale for the first time in…
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Nobody warned me that 2026 would be the year everyone I know became a walker. My Tuesday-morning client roster includes a retired firefighter doing Japanese walking intervals, two moms training for an October half marathon walk, and my own mother, who texts me her step count like it’s a stock portfolio. Search interest in walking workouts jumped almost three thousand percent last year, and my coaching inbox finally reflects it: the number one question I get is no longer about macros or heart rate zones. It’s about shoes. I get it. When walking becomes your actual workout — not just…
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My phone started buzzing before my alarm did on Tuesday, and that never happens unless the news is either very good or very shiny. This week it was both: Apple officially pulled back the curtain on the Apple Watch Series 12, and buried in the keynote — between the sleek titanium and the obligatory fitness-model montage — was the feature my clients have been asking me about for two years. A readiness score. If you missed the announcement, here’s the short version. The new watch analyzes your recent activity, training load, vitals, and sleep score, then distills all of it…
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Ruth, one of my favorite Tuesday-morning regulars at the Y, cornered me by the stretching mats last week. She is seventy-one, sharp as a tack, and she wanted to know why three different people had told her to buy a “shaking platform” for her bones this month alone. I laughed, and then I started counting. Between my clients, my inbox, and the longevity clinic that just opened two streets from my gym, I had fielded the same question eleven times in September. Vibration plates — those humming platforms that quietly faded from gym floors a decade ago — are having…
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September has a rhythm to it. The runners I coach start ramping mileage for fall half marathons, teachers and nurses come back from summer break to jobs that have them on their feet for ten hours straight, and almost like clockwork, somebody texts me the same sentence: “My heel hurts when I get out of bed — it goes away after a few steps, so it’s probably nothing, right?” I used to say “probably.” I don’t anymore. Because that little stab — the one that greets your first ten steps of the day and then politely disappears — is one…
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Walk into any commercial gym and count the benches. Not the dumbbells, not the treadmills — the benches. There’s a reason a big-box gym has twenty of them and never enough. They are the most borrowed surface in fitness, the piece of equipment that quietly supports half the exercises in any given program. And yet when my clients send me their home gym budgets, the bench is almost always the last line item — whatever cash is left after the flashy gear, if any. Half the movements in a serious program happen on, over, or against a bench. Photo courtesy…
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There is a specific kind of August morning where the air feels like a wet towel by mile two, and this year I spent most of those mornings with a small plastic pod clipped to my left forearm, listening to it narrate my sweat. Every second, it streamed fluid loss, sodium concentration, and a drink-or-don’t verdict to my phone while I plodded through the humidity. My running partners thought I’d finally gone full lab rat. My coaching clients thought it was hilarious that the woman who preaches “learn your body” had outsourced hydration to a sensor the size of a…
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The first Tuesday after Labor Day has a smell to it. New sneakers, sharpened pencils, someone’s slow cooker bubbling at 6 a.m. In my house it also has a sound: the little beep of the bathroom scale waking up while I’m still half-asleep. September is when the reset happens, whether you planned one or not. The kids are back in school, the schedule firms up, and suddenly there’s room again for the version of you that got buried under popsicles and road trips. So this year, my team and I decided to finally answer the question I get asked more…
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September almost ended my track career before it started. I was twenty, two weeks into fall heptathlon training, and I couldn’t finish a set of 400-meter repeats without stopping mid-lap, eyes streaming, sneezing so hard my teammates started timing the fits like they were part of the workout. My spike bag carried more tissues than energy gels. My coach kept telling me to “run through it,” and I did — straight into the worst month of my athletic life. What nobody told me then, and what I’ve spent two decades coaching clients through since, is that ragweed season is a…
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There’s a specific moment I replay for every athlete who asks me whether their watch is good enough for heart rate training. It’s 6:14 on a Tuesday morning, I’m ninety seconds into the third round of rope slams, and I glance at my wrist: 132 beats per minute. Meanwhile, the elastic band strapped around my chest says 174. One of them is lying, and my legs already know which one. That gap — forty-two beats at the exact moment the data mattered most — is what kicked off a month-long experiment my team and I now call the dual-wear project.…