Every Move You Make

Why do some people like working out, running, playing sports, skiing ? Why can some people hop out of bed, jump into their lycra pants and sports bras and bounce enthusiastically to the gym? Is this a strange and rare breed of person? A genetic mutation? Do these people not feel pain? Does working out feel good to them? Are they masochists?
Or is the secret as simple as this: People who love movement are fakers? I mean, who on earth wants to move all the time? And who thinks it's fun? So fun, in fact, that they encourage everyone around them to do it? Misery loves company and all that....

I love to move. I wake up in the morning and my toes to my nose vibrate, ready to go. My first step when my toes spread into the carpet feels like a welcoming hug. The feeling of my pulse adjusting to movement literally takes my breath away. Grateful. Another day. Cannot wait to get started.

When I move, I feel alive. When I dance, my heart beat pounds the rhythms while my body floats off to freedom. When I run, all sounds fade away, one stride at a time. I see the world in the way I want to always experience it. Fascinating. Always new. Stunning and surprising. It is my daily reminder that everything is miraculous. When I lift weights or train in the gym, my pounding heart and tired muscles remind me that I am a survivor, that I can survive temporary pain for long term health and happiness.

When I move, I feel secure, I feel beautiful, I feel free.

Nice, huh? You convinced to get off the couch yet??

I'll tell you a secret.

I started writing this blog to procrastinate going for a run. Despite the fact that I know all of the above, I STILL. DO. NOT. WANT. TO. WORK.OUT. TODAY.
Even us fitness loving, movement preaching, soapbox standing, smiley sweaty headbanded people struggle. It is simply the knowledge that moving is ALWAYS better than not moving that sets us apart.


The truth us that every single person in the world loves to move. We have just forgotten how to work past the pain, and commit to something long enough that the positive outweigh the negative.

Nothing is easy. But YOU ARE WORTH THE EFFORT.

My three tips for helping yourself love to move:

a) commit to it and stick to it consistently for a significant period of time. 2 weeks is not enough time for your body to adjust to the demands and start to give you positive feedback. Physical fitness is the results of our body's ability to adapt to the demands we place on it. Once it has adjusted, you start to regularly experience some of the multitude of positive effects.

b) take a moment after your workout to note the benefits, either mindfully or by actually writing or noting them down. Take note of how you are feeling when the workout is done. Use sentences, single words,stick figures - whatever helps to reinforce the positive feelings that have come from making an effort today

c) remember that a major factor in maintaining physical fitness is time management and consistency. A successful exerciser may have allotted themselves an hour to work out. Throw in sick kids, late at work, unexpected challenges, and that time quickly whittles itself away to 15 minutes. Stay positive and remember that if you want to feel the positive effects of movement, 15 minutes is better than no minutes at all. Instead of" I only have 15 minutes, I can't workout", you embrace the 15 minutes as the opportunity it is.

So everyone has the capacity to be a happy perky fitness loving unitard wearing fitness addict. You just have to keep moving forward.

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"Lose Yourself"

We all go through losses. Sometimes we seek to lose, sometimes it is a surprise. Sometimes you lose what you thought would never go away.
Whether losing weight, losing a friend, or a pet, or your car keys, loss is the beginning of a process of rebuilding. As you lose, so must you find. And unsurprisingly, you always find what you need to make it through.
Over the last two years I have lost my parents. I have found, though, a deep and loving relationship with my brother and his wife, that though always there, has strengthened immensely. I have found a deep chasm in my being that has been left gaping and raw with their loss, but so many people have tended this wound in so many ways, that it heals, slowly, or at the very least does not grow bigger. I have found the part of myself that says I can stand alone in the world, without those who created me. Beside that part, is the bit that says I don't need to.

We will all face losses, both good and bad. From the rubble we learn to pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and look around with glasses tinted a little differently. Life is never quite the same again, that is the abject truth of loss. But it goes on. And there is lots to gain from from that.

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Two years ago, my Mum passed away. Cited below is my eulogy for her funeral.I reprint it every year to remind myself that she isn't just around the corner, but speaking her name keeps her alive.

Angela Faith Jones April 8th, 1941 - February 20th, 2013

Life is an interesting thing. It is given freely, lived with consequences, and lost. Life is a constant change, an unpredictable tide, and yet when an accounting is taken, not much remains that is unsurprising.
Thank you for coming today to celebrate and remember the life of Angela Faith Jones. I knew her as Mum, as did Shayne and Simon. Many of you knew her as friend, surrogate mother, neighbor, confidante, patient. She was known also as daughter, aunt, sister and more. However you knew Angela, you know that she inevitably touched your heart in some way.
Born in 1941, at the height of WWII, in East Ham, London, England, Angela was born amidst turmoil and wartime strife. She often recalled playing in burnt out structures after the war, and spoke of air raid sirens and food rationing. Born to Albert George Addington Staines and Dorothy Esther Staines (nee West), Angela was the youngest of three children: Jeannine (passed away from thyroid disease at age 6) and brother David.
She was a strong willed, intelligent and inquisitive girl, a talented and celebrated violinist with a wonderful ear for music. Quick to laugh and break into song, she was always ready to get into a game of cricket or football, jump on the dance floor, or for the less rough and tumble, a great game of Boggle or Scrabble. She enjoyed being a part of whatever the people she loved were doing. Reading was a particular passion, loving Dickens, Bronte and Elliot, and other popular favourites like Dick Francis, Agatha Christie and more. She loved classical music, but could sing along to the hits over the decades. One of her greatest pleasures was enjoying the soothing sounds of Zamphir and his pan flute. I did enjoy our own personal drum corps parade, with pots and pans around the house, singing patriotically, “Land of hope and glory”, complete with rousing cheer and bow at the end.
Angela married Alan Jones, and from this union was born a rich base of friends in England and the arrival, in time, of their three children, Shayne, Simon and quite a bit later, myself. Being the youngest by far allowed me the priviledge of being her ear for many embarrassing, funny and animated recounts of the boys exploits. My favourite stories, though, were of her own adventures driving a transport lorry around the round-a-bouts of London, a trailblazer of sorts, sitting on some ledger books to see above the dash.
Angela certainly was a woman who faced a challenge head on. Move the whole family overseas to Canada? Done. Adjust to new country, climate, health challenges, financial difficulties? Absolutely. Rise to the challenges presented in the coming years, raising three children mostly alone? Yes. Perhaps it was her inbred stubborn streak, but letting these difficulties get in her way was against her nature.
Did I mention she had prehensile toes? Yep – with each toe working independently, some very creative puppet shows were born.
Angela loved to garden, loved the miracle of seed to blooming plant, loved to breathe in the fragrance and feel the coolness of the earth. She had a knack of “throwing” everything in and having it look perfect at almost any time of the growing season. She loved to give away clumps and clippings of her plants, with the promise that they would look even more beautiful in your garden.
She joined the workforce in Canada full time with VHB Industrial batteries as Office Administrator, and continued to work there until health concerns became too much and she had to retire. Hard working, organized and articulate, she was a master at convincing people without them even realizing they were being convinced. Also world reknowned for the “persuasive” letter or conversation which may, in the nicest possible way, have put someone in their place. She was well loved in the workplace, and enjoyed the challenge and responsibilities set her.
Angela covered many people with her love, took people under her wing and protected those in need of something special. Human or animal, our home growing up was a constant refuge for anybody who needed it. Even when Simon brought home “Siberian Desert Mice” (most of us know them as rats) she opened up her heart and eventually they too won her heart, pride of place in the house and an array of regal names, naming them all after English Kings. Mammal, reptile, bird, never turned away, neither were confused teenagers, heartbroken friends, downtrodden neighbours or suffering strangers. This was perhaps her greatest legacy – the trail of souls who left her care more fully whole than when they came.
From her birth in 1941 to present our world underwent astounding change. Air mail was incredible when invented, and now we communicate in a matter of seconds via email. Air flight has made unbelievable progress and we have men in space and have been on the moon. She saw the advent of television, technicolour and animated to current 3D films. With each decade came great change, and Angela always embraced it. She loved the Mary Tyler Moore show, but also wholly embraced the girls of Sex and the City. We often watched Star Search together, and now I understand she enjoyed watching American Idol with her neighbor Sharon. She moved with the times as best she knew how.
Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
This is what we shared, my Mum and I. Not only the mutual middle name, passed down from mother to daughter, but the ability to believe that all things are possible. A faith in the basic goodness of human life. A faith in the knowledge that doing the right thing is always better than doing the easy thing. And through the lessons that she taught me, I have gained a most important skill: faith in myself.
If a person’s worth is measured in those who she loves then surely it takes only a quick glance at her beloved grandchildren to see the sum of Angela’s parts. I remember the day Tristan Alexander was born, how she paced up and down the hospital halls in anticipation of meeting him, and how every time she ever looked at him you could see the joy she felt the first time they met. She adored little Zoe and always inundated me with stories of Tristan and Zoe’s many adventures, accomplishments and loving Nana tidbits about her time spent with them. I know how proud she was of them and I wish for them always to remember the feeling of her loving protective arms around them.
Although sharing her beloved baby boys, Shayne and Simon, wasn’t easy to reconcile, I know how pleased she was and how much she loved their wives Cynthia and Andrea. It is a joy for a parent to see their child love and be loved in return.
Life is an interesting thing. We live, as a people, to be with each other, to support, to love and cherish in times of joy and times of hardship. If Angela was here with us today she would be angry that we all came out and had “all this fuss”, but I know that she would have a twinkle in her eye, trying to work out how to make a joke or play a trick to liven up the room, and would also be happy that she brought us all together, to love and support one another, to share stories and songs and to remember.
My Mum hated saying goodbye. She always said it was too final, and I agree.
Until we meet again Friend, Nana, Mum, Angela Faith Jones. Until we meet again.

"I Honestly Love You"

It's St.Valentines week! I am one of the few cheesy people left in the world who loves Valentine's Day. Because love is my kind of thing, I greatly appreciate the opportunity to remember and celebrate this, my most cherished and really the only, emotion that I easily identify with.

I don't need the grand gestures. It's the little things that I love the most. A card, some chocolate (chocolate actually for any occasion, but that's a whole other blog), an acknowledgement in some way meaningful to tell someone what they mean to you. Or a letter. Letters are good. They contain words, which are among my favourite things. My favourite letter I ever received began with, "to my beautiful wife" and ended with "here's to happily ever after". I know. Awwwww.

I love to write letters as well, and at the end of an absolutely fantastic day, capping off an amazing week, which is the tip of an incredible year, I thought this may be the perfect time.

5 years ago I took a leap of faith and hung out my sign. "Fitness Monkey for Sale" (or something like that). My family and I agreed to make the necessary sacrifices to allow me to have a job that gave me freedom to be able to drop my kids off to school, nurse flu bugs and still contribute to the household expenses. I worked long days and longer nights, tired and achy, but happy. Over these years I have had the immense pleasure of meeting and teaching so many wonderful people.

Our decision to start our own business has changed our lives. Yes, it has been hard. But it truly has been the most rewarding opportunity I have ever been given, and each one of our lives is so much richer for it. So this, My friends is my love letter to you.

An Open Letter to My Clients (past,current and future)

Dear COREfitfam;

Someone asked me today what I love about my profession. I was about to spout off some drivel about inspiring people to good health etc..etc... which is fine and true, but not really the heart of the matter. Truth is, I need you more than you will ever need me. I do not change your lives (although I am glad to be a part of the process). You change. You work. You commit. And you make your own dreams come true. And every time I see you embrace your strength, love yourself a little more and be empowered by your amazing accomplishments, I cannot help but strive to do the same for myself.
I am a fitness professional because I love people and I see their potential for good, and in it the ability to surprise themselves and in turn empower others.
Thank you to every single person who has moved with me.
Thank you for:
- saying hello and taking an interest in my family every time you walk through my front door. My children have learnt a whole lot about how to treat others from the way you have treated them.
-laughing at my absolutely terrible jokes
- showing up to every class or session with commitment and determination.
- not laughing when I screw up dance steps, or fall of the stage, or call an elbow a wrist.Or if you do laugh, well, I get to be in on the joke.
- trying to not have your back make farty noises when you do situps
- reminding me everyday with your best effort that you deserve nothing less from me
- being a community of people who cheer each other on.
- for not laughing (too hard) when there are real farty noises.
- for supporting my kids charitable causes, and going out of your way to do so
- for always saying something is not possible, but believing me when I say it is, and trying it wholeheartedly
- for being comfortable with being uncomfortable
- for letting me come into your homes, cuddle your pets, tickle your children, and be a part of your lives.
- just for being the type of people who realize that their health is worth the investment of money and time, and staying on the path of good health.

So this Valentine's Day, know that I am overwhelmed with the many, many, many blessings in my life. I count them each and every day, and you are all among them.

Thank you all for changing MY life.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Annie

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If It Ain't Got That Swing

Kettlebell.

I have a client who bought 3 on Amazon. Because I was talking about them and they looked cool. I love her. Her friend bought some too. It's contagious.

I have a packed Kettlebell Warrior class on Saturdays. Kettlebells are becoming more popular as people learn their many benefits and feel the effects of working out with them. They are dynamic, convenient and a wonderful addition to any fitness toolkit.

The kettlebell or girya is a cast-iron or cast steel weight (resembling a cannonball with a handle) used to perform ballistic exercises that combine cardiovascular, strength and flexibility training. They were developed in Russia in the 1700s, primarily for weighing crops. It is said that these farmers became stronger and found them useful for showing off their strength during festivals. The Soviet army used them as part of their physical training and conditioning programs in the 20th century. They had been used for competition and sports throughout Russia and Europe since the 1940s.


Unlike traditional dumbbells, the kettlebell's center of mass is extended beyond the hand. This facilitates ballistic and swinging movements. Variants of the kettlebell include bags filled with sand, water, or steel shot.The kettlebell allows for swing movements and release moves with added safety and added grip, wrist, arm and core strengthening. The unique shape of the kettlebell provides the "unstable force" for handling - key for the effectiveness of the kettlebell exercises.

A word of caution before beginning any training with kettlebells. Due to the unusual movements you can make with them, it is ALWAYS advisable to go to a professional experienced with kettlebells to help you establish proper form and technique.

Used properly, kettlebells add an element of fun and effective movement to any workout. And also an element of "ow I can't get out of bed or sit on the toilet" the next morning.

I do a full body kettlebell workout once a week. It gets my heart pumping, sweat dripping and makes me feel like a total fitness badass.

Kettlebells can be purchased pretty much anywhere that sells fitness equipment, from WalMart to Fitness Depot. So be sure to drop by Kettlebell Warrior and then run directly to get yourself a set.

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