What is the Perfect 10? Do we really compare ourselves to Bo Derek running down the beach with her braids and swimsuit? Are we, as women, comparing ourselves to the Sports Illustrated swimsuit models? I hope not! I see every women as a Perfect 10 in their own right, it is accepting your own strengths and differences that make you magical. It is holding your head high when trying something new and being comfortable in your imperfections, embracing your body you were born with, and using it with pizazz! It takes a sense of confidence to see your own Perfect 10, a sense of ownership in adoring the one life you have and the body you have been given. A Perfect 10 is not letting the little things you think are imperfections define you, but you define them and own them!
When doing gymnastics two weeks ago, I felt we were all perfect tens. It was ladies fun night out for Power Fitness PDX and we decided to have fun at gymnastics. Words can't describe how much fun it was! We walked in and could have been Moms to the other participants of Open Gym. But we didn't care! We sought out Ian, the teacher for the night, and asked him for some pointers and advice for fun "moves". Mind you, the moves we were talking about we hoped wouldn't have our strong, but not gymnastics trained, bodies injured at night's end. We all were eager to hop on the balance beam, climb the rope net, jump on the trampoline, try the rings, do back walkovers and LAUGH!!!
Through the training in Power Fitness PDX has evolved a greater sense of confidence in trying new things...amongst everyone. We laughed, we performed and we embraced our bodies for what they can do! For some it was trying a jump on the balance beam, a feat that wouldn't have been conquered before. But now, knowing that each body is unique and can do incredible things, the feats were tried and tried again. We tried trampoline routines, sweat as we did back bends, and flexed our quads when pointing on the beam. We were and are all PERFECT 10's! It is our own inner score card that we must believe in. Not a judge holding up numbers, but our own inner score card of "10".
Own yourself and who you are. Own your strengths and walk proud. Be it big chested or flat chested, apple or pear shaped, short or tall...own YOU! You are a Perfect 10 and have one body that can do incredible things. Challenge it daily, appreciate it hourly, love it every moment. Now, gymnastics hands back and stand in Perfect 10 pose!!
Power Fitness PDX is Erin Kreitz Shirey's fitness and wellness business. A big part of owning her business is being a Mom Business Owner who is an athlete, Personal Trainer, wife & trying to make each day the best yet. She shares ideas & tips about HOW to fit activity into your life, WHAT to do to keep kids active all day, WAYS to incorporate fitness date nights, 15 minute workouts for home and means to MOTIVATE YOU to make your health and fitness goals happen NOW!
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Thursday, March 10, 2011
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Monday, July 5, 2010
Rockin The System ...
"I was elected by the women of Ireland, who instead of rocking the cradle, rocked the system."
- Mary Robinson, Irish President (b. 1944)
I am Irish and growing up was told that St. Patrick's Day was MY holiday. As a kid, I took that to be true. My siblings didn't have flags saying "Tyler go Bragh" or "Robbie go Bragh". But I did. Everywhere on St. Patrick's Day I would tell anyone who would listen the holiday was MY special day and share the saying of "Erin Go Bragh". Of course I found out later, it was my Mom letting me feel I was special, but that my siblings were Irish just like me. Regardless, I identified with the Emerald Isle and the strong women who I am honored to call my ancestors. One such women is my Grandmother, Roberta S. Cole.
Grandmother, Grammer and now Gigi as she is called by my girls, has been my inspiration growing up. She was an athletic female during a time when women weren't running. Grammer has a fire in her that matches her red (now white) hair. She raised my Mom and her siblings to be strong willed and independent. Thank goodness, they all passed those traits to my siblings, cousins and me. Grammer taught me to go after my goals, regardless of what anyone would think. She didn't just preach it, but practiced it. She traveled the world to New Guinea, Kenya, Holland and Dublin teaching others how to write and produce videos, information learned from her time as a tv producer in San Francisco. That occurred during her late 60's!
Grammer was also one of the first female marathoners. When she did the San Francisco Marathon, I remember being strapped into the bike trailer as my Dad pulled us around to cheer her on. SHE INSPIRED ME TO NEVER STOP AND JUST GO FOR IT!
When I did my first triathlon at 16, I made sure to talk with Grammer all about training. She let me use her Bob Jackson bike for the bike portion and I felt like I had some of her strength with me. I placed and excitedly called her. Later that summer, Grammer and I ran a 5K race together. She was 70 years old and a force to be reckoned with. We both won our age groups, and shared in a memory that forever holds a place dear to my heart. Mom captured a photo of Grammer and me with our medals around our neck, and I cherish it because for me it symbolizes to keep going and never give up.
That headstrong determination and athleticism is still
making waves with whatever Grammer does. Living in Seattle now, Grammer did a race two years ago using her walker. The police were trailing behind her, since she was one of the last participants. Grammer told them "Please get off my tail boys. I WILL FINISH THIS RACE". This past year, she has fallen a few times. Part of the reason, her stubborn pride. A few months ago Grammer was in a room doing Physical Therapy for a stroke and there was a chair in front of her walker prohibiting her from moving where she wanted to go. Instead of asking for help, she stood up, picked up the walker and moved it to the other side of the chair. It may drive my Mom and her siblings mad, but it actually makes me a bit proud that she is so independent. And people are curious where I get my determination from...
While I think about the luck of the Irish and the joyful glee felt by many during this month, I have to thank my stars I am a granddaughter to a stubborn red headed Irish women. If her enthusiasm and determination has been passed to me, I feel lucky. The fact her short stature and speedy legs have traveled through the gene pool to me let's me know I am blessed. So, in the realm of Irish traditions I raise a pint and toast you strong incredible women, and your children who look up to you every day to great strength and pride.
"Slainte" - To your health
- Erin Kreitz Shirey, CEO Power Fitness PDX, Master Trainer & Coach
- Mary Robinson, Irish President (b. 1944)
I am Irish and growing up was told that St. Patrick's Day was MY holiday. As a kid, I took that to be true. My siblings didn't have flags saying "Tyler go Bragh" or "Robbie go Bragh". But I did. Everywhere on St. Patrick's Day I would tell anyone who would listen the holiday was MY special day and share the saying of "Erin Go Bragh". Of course I found out later, it was my Mom letting me feel I was special, but that my siblings were Irish just like me. Regardless, I identified with the Emerald Isle and the strong women who I am honored to call my ancestors. One such women is my Grandmother, Roberta S. Cole.
Grammer was also one of the first female marathoners. When she did the San Francisco Marathon, I remember being strapped into the bike trailer as my Dad pulled us around to cheer her on. SHE INSPIRED ME TO NEVER STOP AND JUST GO FOR IT!
When I did my first triathlon at 16, I made sure to talk with Grammer all about training. She let me use her Bob Jackson bike for the bike portion and I felt like I had some of her strength with me. I placed and excitedly called her. Later that summer, Grammer and I ran a 5K race together. She was 70 years old and a force to be reckoned with. We both won our age groups, and shared in a memory that forever holds a place dear to my heart. Mom captured a photo of Grammer and me with our medals around our neck, and I cherish it because for me it symbolizes to keep going and never give up.
That headstrong determination and athleticism is still
While I think about the luck of the Irish and the joyful glee felt by many during this month, I have to thank my stars I am a granddaughter to a stubborn red headed Irish women. If her enthusiasm and determination has been passed to me, I feel lucky. The fact her short stature and speedy legs have traveled through the gene pool to me let's me know I am blessed. So, in the realm of Irish traditions I raise a pint and toast you strong incredible women, and your children who look up to you every day to great strength and pride.
"Slainte" - To your health
*** I wrote this St. Patrick's Day 2009 and it motivated many of all ages and abilities to move their bodies. Even if you are not Irish, pretend you are like Gigi- a stubborn and strong red-headed woman still making her way everywhere. Keep the fitness goals flowing!
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