As Newton’s laws go, an object in motion tends to stay in motion. And in my youth, I was a body in motion. I grew up a competitive equestrian and was a three-sport varsity athlete in high school. In my twenties this evolved to group fitness and fun runs. I felt unstoppable.

And then in my thirties I quickly learned, inertia works both ways.

After a car accident, a failed marriage, moving states, and navigating going back to work as a single mom during the pandemic, I hit a dead stop. My health and wellness didn't just move to the back burner - they fell off the stove entirely. I gained more weight than I’d like to admit and I reached a point where I no longer recognized my own body. Honestly just getting through the day began to feel impossible. It took several years of rebuilding my life before I found the courage to get moving again. But after throwing out my back 3 times in a year, I was determined to turn things around.

Walking into 212 for the first time was terrifying. I was apprehensive navigating a much bigger body and scared that my best days were behind me. It really just took that first meeting though for everything to change. Now a couple hundred classes later and over fifty pounds down, I feel like a body in motion again. I’ve found my mobility, and I’ve found my fire. Fueled daily by every fist bump or “Lets go, Jo!” from the 212 community I’ve grown so fond of.

I am so honored for the spotlight, and so incredibly lucky be a part of 212! :)