fitness · motivation

Who Are You Working Out For?

Coordinating the blog means that a lot of the social media content that comes my way is women’s fitness-related. I get inspirational posts about fitness and how-tos, race videos and analysis, and discussions and commentary on women’s fitness and fitness motivation. However, you look at it, it’s a lot.

This weekend I was struck by two posts, and I want to know what you think about them.

Here’s the first:

You can read the whole thing here, focusing on women athletes “inspiring little girls” is sexist.

If you’re new to women’s sports, you may be noticing how concerned the coverage and marketing of these leagues are with the next generation of players, the “little girls” who are watching and being inspired by their favorite athletes. When these leagues were first selling out arenas, I could maybe understand (and forgive) this focus. But as we are several years into the proof that women’s sports can sell out arena, this narrative is beginning to feel shallow and deeply sexist.

The tension between how women’s sports are being covered and how they perhaps should be covered bubbled over in last night’s post-game press conference following the Boston Fleet/Montréal Victoire matchup at TD Garden. The game had been played in front of a sold out crowd, a huge milestone for the Fleet and definitely a huge moment for the players. The game was also a matchup between the two best teams in the PWHL, with perhaps the two best goalies in the world.

The first three questions for Fleet players Megan Keller and Aerin Frankel were variations on the same question:

“Also kind of redundant, but what do you think young players can learn from the game tonight and the entire PWHL as a whole?”

“What does playing in a venue like TD Garden say about the growth of the PWHL?”

“A little redundant, but just being here and seeing the young girls with the signs, the older women who never thought they would get to see women’s sports celebrated like this—how much does a night like tonight remind you that what you’re doing is bigger than just hockey?”

At first, I thought they were exaggerating. Anyway, go read the whole post. It’s more complicated than you might think from the first slide.

We often do things for multiple motives, and surely it’s not so bad if one of those motives is to help others. I’m proud of my academic achievements and the things I’ve done in my career, but I’m also happy when young women undergraduates say they find my career inspiring. But I don’t do them to be a good role model–that’s just a side-effect of what I do. And at first, that’s how I felt about women athletes inspiring young girls to stick with sports. It’s not why they do it, but it’s a good thing that young girls are inspired.

And then I saw this post,

https://www.instagram.com/reels/DW9AsbCjoBC

A person exercising on a yoga mat at home, surrounded by a motivational message about fitness and family.

And I began to think that women’s fitness and sports and motivation is more complicated.  In the case of serious women athletes,  there’s the young girls and inspiring the next generation narrative.  In the case of everyday exercisers and regular women who work out,  there’s the narrative about working out because it’s better for our families if we’re fit.

I thought, well, actually, what if I am exercising for me, so I can do the things I love. Is that so selfish? Is it so wrong to care about my future for me?

I’ve never thought that I should work out so my kids can look after themselves and not worry about taking care of me.

I exercise for me — so I can do the things I love, feel strong, feel capable, feel alive in my body. Not to be a good role model. Not to inspire the next generation. And definitely not so I won’t be a burden.

That last one deserves a closer look, because it comes up constantly in women’s fitness motivation, and it bothers me more than the little-girls framing does. At least “inspire the next generation” is positive and other-directed in a way that’s generous. “Stay fit so you don’t burden your family” quietly tells women our  own well-being doesn’t count on its own terms. You’re allowed to care about your health — but only instrumentally, only in service of others, only so you don’t inconvenience anyone. It smuggles in a moral hierarchy where women’s needs are legitimate only when they’re actually someone else’s needs in disguise.

And as I’ve written before, it’s also bad reasoning. See What does 74 look like? And how much choice do we have really? and FFS, I don’t deserve my health.

Whether you’ll need significant care in old age is far more about genetic luck than about lifestyle. The people I’ve known who needed the most help did nothing wrong. They ate well, they moved their bodies, they slept, they lived. Illness and decline don’t arrive as punishment for neglect. Pretending otherwise doesn’t motivate better health habits. There’s no need to add shame to an already hard situation.

So here’s what I want to say plainly: it is okay to work out for yourself. To want to be strong because strength feels good. To want to keep cycling because you love cycling. To care about your future self not because she’ll be easier for others to care for, but because she’s you, and you matter.

Women are allowed to have self-directed reasons for the things we do — in sports, in fitness, in life. That’s not selfishness. That’s just being a full person.

What do you think?

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Sam Solves (Sort of) Her Mobility Workout Problem

Boy, have I struggled with establishing a morning mobility routine. I wrote about that struggle here

I think I’ve decided that 10 minutes is exactly the wrong amount of time for me.

Instead, what’s worked is breaking it up into five two-minute chunks. Two minutes is waiting for the toast to pop or for the coffee to brew. I can do two minutes while brushing teeth, or in our house, waiting for the bathroom. I can do two minutes waiting for a Teams meeting to begin. Turns out I have lots of free two-minute chunks but very few ten-minute ones.

The other thing that’s worked is habit stacking. I’ve been adding some of these stretches and mobility moves to my stretching and cool-down after personal training. I’m already on the floor, so it’s easier to add in some other moves.

I still want to be the sort of person who has ten minutes in the morning to dedicate to a mobility routine but instead I’m the sort of person, it turns out, if I have 10 minutes to spare, I’ll empty the dishwasher or climb back under the covers.

When I searched for my old post, here’s the page of videos that show up in the search results. They all look like a great idea. Maybe I need to do it for a week and see if I feel better and then do it because it feels better?

Any of you manage a morning mobility routine?

YouTube video thumbnails for various 10-minute mobility routines, showcasing different exercises and routines aimed at improving flexibility and overall mobility.
fitness · yoga

Sam is finding what feels good in May. Want to join in?

A listing of new releases for May 2026 from YWA and FWFG, featuring various wellness classes and videos with specific dates.

During the pandemic, I enoyed daily Yoga with Adriene, but it’s been a challenge ever since. That’s more about knee surgery and knee physio than anything else, for me.

But I feel like I’m moving past–finally!–the focus on knees. I’m doing new things, like skating. I’m taking some fun classes, like anti-gravity restorative fitness at Movati, and I’m going on long walks. I am so very very happy about all of that!

I’m also thinking it’s time to revisit Adriene. I miss her! I’m not going to be able to manage every day, but I thought I might try her new content each month.

Here’s the first new one:

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Sam’s Sunday Triathlon: Splash, Stretch, and Stroll

Workout 1: Aqua Bootcamp at Movati (plus 15 minutes of lane swimming before the class began), 10 am

Workout 2: Anti-gravity Restorative Yoga at Movati with Sarah, 1 pm

Workout 3: Dog hike in Starkey Hill Conservation Area with Susan and Cheddar, 3 km. You can read about the trail here, 3 pm

I’m still taking part in the counting workouts group on Facebook, 226 in 2026 this year, and these were workouts 165-167.

After all the movement we enjoyed a fun family evening with Susan and my mother and all the adult kids. We ate General Tso tofu and broccoli,  followed by chocolate birthday cake.  Happy birthday Susan!

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May the fourth be with you: Happy Star Wars Day!

In honour of the occasion, check out Christine’s post on Star Wars Days Workouts!

I always know when the date is approaching because that post inevitably ends up at the very top of our list for views. It’s a popular one. Enjoy!

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Summer is Sam’s No Shopping Season, Starting Early This Year

No shopping season is starting early this year. As I started unpacking my summer clothes (also perhaps early, I know, there’s a frost warning this weekend), I was struck by how many of them were bought during the pandemic. Memories of nap dresses, headbands, and lots of athleisure wear.

I tend to shop when stressed, but these days my overstuffed house is also a big source of stress. So I’m back to trying to stick to another summer of no shopping. I’m determined not to add to the “too much stuff.”

So my summer of no shopping is May,  June and July.

I also recently decided to just get rid of things I wasn’t wearing anymore,  some formal suits and dresses, but also shoes with heels I’ve never returned to after knee surgery.

Why does a fitness blog talk about shopping? I’ve wondered about that too. Mostly I think it comes down to mental health and well-being.

See past posts on this topic:

🛍️Sam checks in after four months without shopping

🛍️Join My No-Spend February Challenge

🛍️A year without buying clothes, shoes, purses, jewelry…

🛍️Sam is back on the buy-no-more-clothes wagon

🛍️Things Sam didn’t buy this week, the fitness edition

Interested in joining me? Here’s Gretchen Rubin with advice on how to manage a no spend month.

fitness · season transitions · spring

Gearing up for spring and summer garden tourism– a sensory feast

It’s May in New England, which means: flower power time! In particular, the tulips are out and showing off all over town. Everything is blooming these days, and I am reveling in the colors, shapes and textures of spring.

For whatever reason, this spring I’ve been in search of novelty– I’ve been craving new experiences and sensory experiences. One way I’ve satisfied this desire has been to seek out more music and dance– I’ve gone to two modern dance performances and heard four classical music ensembles live.

I’ve also brightened up my home by buying flowers through the winter– mostly Trader Joe’s tulips (20 stems for $12.99– you can’t beat that deal). Now I have a spring flower share, which I’m loving.

But now that spring is really really here and the weather, while often rainy, is warmer, nature is beckoning. I just renewed my membership to Garden in the Woods, and am planning a visit there with friend as soon as my final exams are over.

I’m also planning a trip to the Coastal Maine Botanical Gardens, a humongous place with a great variety of gardens and natural areas to explore. It’s in Boothbay, Maine, a place I’ve never been, which is also a plus in the travel novelty category.

Now that I think about, my need for color and shape and texture outside the four walls of my home is not particularly novel. I wrote about my search for May flowers a couple of years ago. You can read it below.

This just goes to show that everything new is also old again. Which is kind of good news, I think.

Happy spring Sunday!

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All the people running with me

It was a long winter in Toronto. When I started running over 20 years ago, I started in the fall, and I continued throughout the winter. The first official race I participated in was a “Chilly 10K” in December. With this foundation for my running experience, I continued to run outside throughout the winter. Most winters in Toronto would allow for enough days where the snow was plowed quickly and the sidewalks were not icy. I developed a rule that as long as it wasn’t colder than -10 C and the sidewalks were clear, I’d go for my jog. My jogs were not as long as they were in the spring-autumn season, but still, I’d go out and run.

I have found the last couple winters to be more challenging for outdoor running. The main reason is that there seemed to be more “icy sidewalk” days. There seems to be a lot more extreme fluctuations, day-to-day, with lots of snow, cold, freezing, warmer, melting – and back and forth – which tends to result in icy sidewalks. With age, I can tell that I’m becoming averse to walking on even a little bit of ice.

I also don’t like running on treadmills. Years ago, one of the weird movement things I developed was that as soon as I get any speed going, my brain instructs my legs to jump to the sides. I just don’t bother anymore. I don’t enjoy the treadmill and I don’t care. It’s only been an issue when I went for a stress test once and determined that I needed to get on a waiting list for the bicycle version of a stress test, because I was incapable of walking on the treadmill long enough and fast enough for it to be an effective test.

I digress. Where was I?

It was a long winter. For running. For grief. For many things. However, I’ve been running regularly again. Last week, I had one of the best runs in a long time. I beamed about it. I wrote about it. I glowed about too much joy. Then (did I plutz too much?), a few days later, I went out for a jog and the anxiety-induced vertigo that was an issue in recent years, started to emerge again. Not as forcefully as last time. It’s manageable, but it’s there. It feels clearly like a head condition. Connected to a feeling of anxiety that affects my feeling of stability in the world. Possibly triggered by spring allergies, even though I now take heavy-duty prescription antihistamines daily.

A sunset view on a street, featuring vibrant orange and purple clouds, with a parked white pickup truck in the foreground and trees lining the roadside.

I am working my way through the things that help me with getting through it. I have lessons in my pocket from last time, that I’m employing faster and more regularly and, I’m hoping, it doesn’t get worse.

One of the things I find helps, is warming up a bit. Walk a bit first. Then transition to a run/walk and then I get a better rhythm. You may see me doing some walking warm-ups. Swinging my arms to and fro to feel my balance in the world. I also talk to myself. I bring out my mantras. “I am. I can. I will. I do. Envision. Thank you”. “Don’t take the shortcut.” “Fuck it.” “Just go.” “Your legs are strong.” “YOU ARE A RUNNER!”

I also look at places to ‘go to” as the next part of my leg – a utility pole or a car or a sign. It helps to focus on that next destination rather than the current portion of sidewalk I’m on.

I don’t know if it’s helping my running but I am always aware of the people I think about who are no longer here but who are present. My Mom. I’ve said to people recently, when we talk about the great void with her loss, that I feel her everywhere. Her energy is EVERYWHERE. At the tip of my nose. At the back of my skull. She is present. I think of a late Aunt (she died in 2010) who called me when I completed my first marathon and I was so surprised at how emotional she was about it. I didn’t know she would be so proud of something like that but she really, really was.

It’s occurring to me lately, that what IS helping my running, is “relying on a little help from my friends”. I don’t mean physically. I like to run on my own. I mean conjuring up experiences that make me feel like I have my friends’ support with me in the moment. I think of gym classes, where we’d go outside the gym and run together as a group for a little loop. I think of those people, imagine them running next to me. I think of gym friends and imagine they are waiting for me ahead. This helps.

This imaginary community support reminds me of a quote from Maya Angelou, “I come as one, but I stand as 10,000.” I have thought of this concept outside of running. For example, when I’m anticipating a tough call at work. I’ve thought of the strong family role models I’ve had. I think of the things they’ve had to endure and how strongly they would have handled those situations. I know not all things are relative, but sometimes, I’ve thought, if they could deal with that (big) thing, I can surely handle this (much smaller) thing. It makes sense that that this feeling of community support, that I’m fortunate to have had in my life – whether from family members or friends, around me or no longer in my life, can help me feel confident during times of uncertainty.

How about you readers, are there situations where you conjure up, “a little help from your friends”, even if only in your imagination?

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Bikes, Beginners, and Big Feelings: April 2026 on the Blog

How many posts? A big month — 40+ posts across 30 days, making April one of the busier months of the year so far.

Who blogged? A wide cast: Sam, Tracy, Diane, Nicole, Christine, Nat, Catherine, Cate, Mina, Martha, Elan and Mallory, as well as some guests.


April’s big throughlines:

#30DaysOfBiking ran the whole month. Sam documented the challenge from start to finish — opening with a Zwift ride when April showed up with snow, fat biking at the farm in Prince Edward County for Easter, taking new routes as part of her “New Path Protocol” intention, and closing it out on April 30 with a bike ride to the gym and the monthly Guelph Girls Gays & Theys Bike Club meet-up. The challenge gave the month a narrative spine.

New skills and beginner’s mind. This was a genuinely joyful thread. Sam and Sarah took skating lessons — she wrote about their first lesson and the second, honestly chronicling the nerves, the stickers on her helmet, the slow progress, and the grace of their instructor. Tracy spent the whole month working through C25K with a deliberate beginner’s mind, writing a beautiful mindful update about forcing herself not to skip ahead or compare to past performance. Mallory wrote about discovering queer indoor beach volleyball and her team the Raisins (“Raisin Hell”). All three were about giving yourself permission to be new at something.

Spring — finally, tentatively, then really. Diane opened the month cautiously with “Goodbye Winter? Maybe, Hopefully” after snow as late as March 28. Christine did patio yoga in front of snowshovels and loved it. Catherine started sharing her weekly tulip CSA bouquets. By mid-month, spring had landed.

Diane’s health arc. Diane had an unusually eventful April on the blog. She wrote about her pool finally reopening after renovations, then about cycling and dementia research, then “Last swim for a while” (April 23), and then on April 30 she posted “Every Step Counts” — writing from the hospital, walking 140 metres with a physiotherapist and counting it as a win. It’s a striking arc: from celebrating community at the pool to rebuilding movement one slow step at a time.

Aging, identity, and resistance. Mina’s “No Surrender” — about approaching 60, running a half marathon every month, and resisting passive acceptance of aging — was one of the top-read posts of the month. Nicole’s “Musings about Menopausal Diet Culture” was another standout: personal, sharp, and resonant. Catherine launched a new monthly Research Roundup column, examining fitness science with appropriate skepticism and wit (including mice on tiny treadmills and the thick thighs science).

Community and friendship. Nat’s Saturday posts — “What Buoys Nat When Navigating Mid-Life Chaos” and “Nat Gets By with a Little Help from Her Friends” — focused on social connection as a wellness strategy and the uneven gendered labour of maintaining it.

The Boston Marathon / Nike moment. Catherine wrote about the Nike “Runners Welcome. Walkers Tolerated” controversy — and the Altra counter-ad — in a post that got good engagement. Typical Catherine: warm, pointed, and quoting the Wellesley scream tunnel.


Top Ten posts of the month: Diane’s “Last Swim for a While” topped the list, followed by Nicole on menopausal diet culture, Mina’s “No Surrender,” Tracy’s C25K launch post, Nat’s two mid-life chaos/friends posts, Nicole on fitness prescriptions, Diane on Maintenance Phase, Sam and Sarah’s skating lesson, and the guest post “The Origins of My Surprising Fitness Journey.”


It was a month where the blog felt genuinely alive — a wide pool of writers, a clear seasonal energy, some real personal stakes (Diane’s health, Tracy’s running comeback, Sam’s skating and biking), and a theme of people giving themselves permission to try things badly and keep going anyway.

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Photo by Evellyn Cardoso on Pexels.com

Thanks Claude for the blog’s month in review.

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 🌷 🌷 🌾🌾Top Ten Blog Posts in April 2026 🌷🌷🌾🌾

Last swim for awhile (Diane)

musings about menopausal diet culture (Nicole)

No Surrender: Dancing with Resistance and Acceptance as I Approach a New Decade (Mina)

Getting back to it…again (Tracy)

What buoys Nat when navigating mid-life chaos (Nat)

Nat gets by with a little help from her friends (Nat)

What’s the fitness prescription? (Nicole)

Catching Up with Maintenance Phase (Diane)

You’re never too old! Sam and Sarah take a learn-to-skate lesson (Sam)

The Origins of My Surprising Fitness Journey (Guest post)

Tulips