Free Fitness Movement. All you need to do is show up!
We get together twice a week, but there’s always something about PR day that brings us just a little bit closer. That grind, that sweat – it’s hard, and there’s a solidarity to completing it.
So show up next week. Come back with that work horse mindset. You don’t want to miss it.
This morning was special. First and foremost, Megan, Ian, and I wanted to say thank you! Thank you from the bottom of our hearts for allowing us to guest lead for a day and create this wonderful mark on our lives. November Project is such a strong community full of bright amazing individuals each with a unique contribution that makes it what it is. Every member adds to the community and leaves an impact. You add a smile. You add a high five. You add motivation and energy. Each of us has a mark to make of our own unique composition that adds up to something truly special.
Today in honor of May, we hosted a boyband themed workout. We made jokes about Lou Pearlman’s revenge, talked about the highs and lows of being in a boyband (or girlband, or coedband, or gender-fluid band). And as dialed in as we planned it, much like boyband careers and interband relationships, we came across some unexpected roadblocks and unforeseen circumstances…
You know, sandwiched between Weekend 1 and Weekend 2 of Coachella, you can’t help but plan your own little mini fitness festival.
Coming back from Coachella, I kept thinking about a phrase that kept coming up at our camp – “This isn’t No-chella.” Aside from being a terrible double negative, it’s a good reminder to reflect on what experiences are about and to understand that every experience is different for everyone.
The Wisconsin Notes podcast has been real cute and inspirational lately (Laura, what?!), so here are some Wisconsin notes of our own:
I dare you to wear whatever hat you wore this morning out and about this weekend, and see what kind of conversations you strike up. If you do, take a picture, post it on IG, and use #NPSDhattrick.
We had always kinda hid the fact in our hype posts that the last Wednesday was PR day. Everyone knew it in their minds, but we always denied it in some little way because we wanted more people to show up, and we didn’t want to scare new people away.
FUCK. THAT. Embrace it!
PR Day is a reminder of how hard we can push ourselves. And like in life, my friends, it never gets easier; you only become stronger.
Today’s blog comes from Dawn. You all know her. But what you don’t know is her journey to where she is today.
There’s something about surrounding yourself with positive energy that really shifts your perception of reality – what you value in life, what you’re looking for, and sometimes even who you are. That’s why we hug each other. That’s why we smile at strangers and high-five them. And occasionally we’ll give you their phone numbers and tell you to send them selfies during the day (BTW, send your selfies. And keep them SFW, please).
Today’s guest post is by someone who we all know and love. She may not be the fastest or loudest, but damn does she have a heart. I’ve been inspired by her ever since she started coming to November Project. She’s always told us she’s not a runner, but after that first 5k, then the next one, then the next… this girl doesn’t know what it means to give up. She wrote a letter to us that she was kind enough to let us share.
“‘They may take our lives, but they’ll never take our freedom!’
– William Wallace”
– Jenna Van Cleve
What’s a workout without a little chaos, friendly competition, and redemption?
My roommate, training partner, and dearest endorfriend, Jenna, had a vision… A vision of two tribe factions charging each other, screaming blood-curdling screams at the top of their lungs, and clashing into each other in incredible Rock-Paper-Scissor glory.
This morning, NPSD raced our annual Turkey Trot. It’s basically a 5k in that it’s a 5k that we race. So it’s a 5k.
But no, you’re not here to ask about the workout. You don’t care that we had 3 people wearing turkey hats and gobbling at the start line. You don’t care that we had a group that warranted 4 heats. You don’t care that we had 5 people run back to run in the final few who were finishing up the 5k. You don’t care how fucking HUGE our cheer tunnel was. You don’t care that someone gave me a whole pumpkin pie, which I promptly regifted.