Always Be You!

As a studio owner, a Pilates teacher, and a continuing education provider, I have come to understand that a discussion on how our industry is evolving is overdue. Teaching in Palm Springs allows me to work with students and teachers from all over the world. In a typical month, I can have anywhere from 30-50 visiting international students and teachers attend my classes. I hear countless stories from students and teachers who struggle to understand the basic movement principles, and who also have difficulty executing many of the exercises. They often describe their experience both as a teacher and student as frustrating, repetitive, mundane, and uninspiring. Why is this occurring?

In the early 2000s, I worked as a personal trainer at a big box gym in Portland, Oregon. I remember those early days as grueling yet essential for character building. I worked long shifts, constantly lifting weights between clients, and my primary goal was visible results, particularly muscular growth. I joined various group fitness classes but often felt frustrated. Whenever I went on a yoga or spinning kick, I would become discouraged and ultimately return to the weight room to maintain my muscle mass. As a young adult, I always aspired to be big and strong. Every time I saw a fit, muscular guy in the gym, I thought, “I

As a young adult, my approach to getting into shape was misguided, leading to countless years of painful lessons. I spent endless hours at the gym, lifting heavy weights, running on the treadmill, and attending group classes, all in search of something that resonated with me. I learned by observing others and browsing fitness magazines at the local grocery store. Looking back, I realize that my education in exercise came from people who were likely just as lost as I was. So, who truly knew what they were doing? If someone appears physically fit, does that mean they are moving correctly? Sadly, this thought never crossed my mind in my

My day began like any typical Saturday. I woke up, sipped a cup of coffee, and prepared my breakfast. The Seattle winter had been dreary and cloudy, but this morning, high clouds complemented the partly sunny skies. After two cups of coffee and a bowl of oatmeal, I was energized and ready for a road trip. The morning was off to a great start. My new friend picked me up, and we headed to the freeway. After navigating a series of winding roads, we finally arrived at the Mt. Baker Ski Area around mid-afternoon. We went to the Mountain Shop to rent our gear. Trying something new always stirs a