Every October, the same text hits my phone from a different client. This year it was Dana, a school counselor who logged 9,000 steps a day all summer without ever thinking about it. “I haven’t cracked 5,000 in a week,” she wrote. “It’s dark when I get home and I just… don’t go back out.” I’ve heard some version of this so many times that my coaching team now treats the first week of October as its own unofficial season — the one where step averages quietly collapse while nobody’s watching. Two years ago I stopped fighting it head-on. Instead…
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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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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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There is a moment in my house every evening that used to go one of two ways. The plates would land in the sink, my husband and I would collapse onto the couch, and the night would fold itself around whatever screen was closest. Or — and this is the version that changed everything — we would leave the dishes exactly where they were, lace up, and walk out the front door for ten minutes. That’s the whole habit. Ten minutes, right after dinner, at an easy pace, most nights of the week. No heart rate targets, no tracker alerts,…