I became a grandmother at 47. So I've never really associated becoming a grandmother with becoming old. At 47, I felt like I was just getting started. And I had no idea where the next 17 years would take me. Triathlons. Marathons. Spartan races. An Ironman. Building and rebuilding a business. Travel. Seven grandchildren. A whole lot of starting over. Somewhere along the way, being a grandmother started meaning something different to me. It wasn't just a new title. It became p

"three start lines and only one finish line” People see the Ironman I finished. What they don't know is that I crossed three start lines and only one finish line. And lately I've been thinking that's a pretty good metaphor for life. We see people's finish lines. The business they built. The career they created. The adventure they're having. The confidence. The picture from the top of the mountain. What we don't see are all the missed cutoffs, wrong turns, failures, restarts a

Sometimes I wonder if the things I've done make it harder for women to see themselves in me. I've finished an Ironman. Run marathons. Done Spartan races. Hiked mountains. Built a business. And now, at 64, I'm still wondering what I might want to do next. It would be easy to look at that list and think: Well, that's just who she is. But here's the truth. I'm really not that special. I didn't wake up one morning disciplined, confident and strong. I wasn't always healthy. I wasn

The Boring Stuff Is Building Your Future A few weeks into my Road to 65, I have an update for you. Nothing particularly exciting is happening. 😂 And that's okay. Not every day needs to be a push. Not every day needs to be extreme. Not every day needs to be a challenge. You don't need another dramatic transformation plan. Sometimes you just need a whole lot of boring basics. And I'm becoming more convinced that this is where the real work happens. The exciting stuff gets our

What four days in the mountains taught me about the kind of rest I didn't know I needed. Last Thursday, I left Florida for a four-day retreat in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Georgia. A one-hour flight to Atlanta. A two-hour drive deeper and deeper into the mountains. And eventually, a beautiful house tucked into the middle of the woods with a waterfall just outside. There were six of us women. Most of us didn't know each other. We came from different places, different lives an

Why My Road to 65 Might Actually Be About You Last week, I introduced something I'm calling my Road to 65. For the next six months, leading up to my 65th birthday, I'm sharing what I'm doing to prepare my body for the next decade of my life. The strength training. The food. The recovery. The nervous system work. The mobility. The cardio. The boring basics. The good days and the days when real life gets in the way. But after I shared it, I thought about something. Why should

I'm Not Fighting Aging. I'm Training for It. Six months from now, on February 14, I turn 65. And I've been thinking a lot about that number. Not because I'm afraid of it. Not because I'm trying to figure out how to look younger. And certainly not because I think there's something magical — or terrible — about turning 65. I've been thinking about a different question: How do I want 65 to feel? I want to feel strong. I want to trust my body. I want to get down on the

Six months from now, on February 14, I turn 65. And I've been thinking a lot about that number. Not because I'm afraid of it. Not because I'm trying to figure out how to look younger. And certainly not because I think there's something magical — or terrible — about turning 65. I've been thinking about a different question: How do I want 65 to feel? I want to feel strong. I want to trust my body. I want to get down on the floor and know I can get back up. I want to carry my ow

What Are You Training For? I'm home from the Grammy Tour and getting back into my routine. Lifting. Building muscle. Working on balance, power, mobility and my nervous system. Eating well. Sleeping. Recovering. But here's what's different: I don't have anything to train for. No Ironman. No Spartan race. After a retreat in a couple of weeks, I don't even have another trip planned. And I've realized something. Maybe that's exactly when we should be training. We tend to wait

For the first time in months, my suitcase is unpacked. I'm home. The Grammy Tour is officially over. This summer took me thousands of miles from home, across the country and across the world. I spent time with all seven of my grandkids. I carried babies and strollers. I paddleboarded, rode horses, walked for hours, spent time with an 11-year-old who never stops moving, and chased a 16-year-old around a race track for four days. There were also parts of this summer I nev

Sometimes strength isn't pushing harder.Sometimes strength is simply holding on until the storm passes. For the past few weeks, you've seen the adventure side of my life. The Ironman. The travel. The paddleboarding. The horseback riding. The zoo trips. More travel. The laughter and memories. The grandkids. And while those moments are absolutely real, they're only part of the story. This week has looked very different. As many of you know, I'm in Massachusetts helping out

There are days when the most productive thing you can do is stop trying to be productive. That might sound strange coming from someone who loves setting goals, building strength, and helping women become their healthiest selves. But after years of coaching—and learning through my own experiences—I’ve come to believe that knowing when to stop is just as important as knowing when to push. The to-do list will still be there tomorrow. The emails can wait. The laundry isn’t going

My Granddaughter Isn't Something I Can Buy My granddaughter has no idea I'm 53 years older than she is. And honestly... I hope she never does. For the past several years, Briann has flown from Massachusetts to Florida with me, as part of her birthday gift. Every year we add a few more days, and every year we somehow find even more adventures to pack into our time together. This year we've paddleboarded. Walked for hours at the zoo. Spent afternoons enjoying each others compa

As we celebrate Independence Day, I’ve been thinking about another kind of freedom. Not political freedom. Personal freedom. The freedom to believe your best years are not behind you. The freedom to stop apologizing for getting older. The freedom to become stronger—not smaller—as the years go by. For too long, women have been told a quiet but damaging story about aging. We have been told that getting older means slowing down. That weakness is inevitable. That aches, stiffness

Women spend thousands of dollars chasing "what." The next diet. The perfect exercise plan. The magic supplement. The right hormone. The problem is, none of those things matter if they aren't supported by the identity of the woman doing them. Because healthy habits don't come from information. They come from identity. A woman who sees herself as strong moves differently. A woman who believes she is capable makes different choices. A woman who refuses to accept decline as inevi

Sixteen years ago, in June 2010, I registered my small business and officially began my journey as an entrepreneur. At the time, my business was called DP Fitness & Wellness. Looking back, I wasn’t entirely sure what my business would become. What I did know was that I wanted to help people live healthier, stronger lives. I kept coming back to the idea of family fitness, although I couldn’t fully explain what that meant at the time. Sometimes the vision comes before the deta

This past weekend, I stood at the start line of Ironman Jacksonville. My third Ironman start line. At 64 years old. I had trained well. My body felt ready… or so I thought. As we waited for the swim start, I met some incredible people. We talked through those familiar pre-race nerves and shared stories from triathlon life. Standing in the starting chute, right before jumping into the St. Johns River, I met Melissa. She asked if we could pray together. That moment grounded me

A few days ago, I started listening to a conversation between Nir Eyal and Lewis Howes… And one idea stopped me in my tracks. He broke things down like this: Facts are true whether you believe them or not Faith is conviction without needing evidence Belief sits in the middle… a conviction that is open to revision based on new evidence And I couldn’t help but think… This is exactly what I see every single day when it comes to health, fitness, and habits. We all know the facts:

You Believe the Story You Tell Yourself—So Is It Time to Change Yours? There’s something about spring that feels different. The days are longer. The air feels lighter. Everything around you is starting to grow again. And whether you realize it or not… this season invites you to do the same. A Natural Time to Reset Over the past few weeks, I’ve been talking a lot with my clients about some simple— but powerful—concepts: Using the right tools for your body Letting go of the c

As we move into a new season—longer days, more light, a little more energy in the air—it’s a natural time to think about momentum. Spring has this way of making us want to do more . Move more. Fix things. Get back on track. And if you’re like most people, your first instinct is to go back to the usual tools: Work out harder Be more consistent Eat a little cleaner Push through Those aren’t wrong. In fact, in my last blog, I talked about how the boring basic