Hi, I’m Anna Schoener

Fitness Junkie, Writer, Experimentalist

I’ve been an athlete my entire life. One of my earliest memories is of my very first ballet class. I was three. I ran my first 5k when I was twelve, but had been running alongside my dad long before that. I was nine years old when I started playing volleyball. Ten for basketball and soccer. I began weightlifting in high school and practicing yoga in college.

I’m an actual mover and shaker.

And I have found so much joy within movement throughout my life that in late 2016 I decided I had to share it with others.

There’s something about movement that just makes you feel good. And there are so many different ways to do it.

I feel like a dancer when I practice yoga; empowered by weightlifting; freed by running; and kickboxing? Well, that makes me feel like a motherfucking badass.

But more than anything, movement makes me feel strong. There have been times in my life when movement ceased and it seemed like everything fell apart. It’s hard to make positive change in your life when you don’t feel strong. And the best way to feel strong? Well, it’s to get strong.

It’s a lot easier to show up for your life when you have your body backing you up.

I’m not going to teach you the bare minimum. Or just the fundamentals. We aren’t going to go through the motions. I’m going to teach you to be mentally strong. To keep pushing when you think there’s no more gas in the tank. To know, with every ounce of your being, that when you feel like you have nothing left, you’re only 60% of the way there. You’ve got more within you, and I’m going to help you find it.

My Story

I grew up in a small town in the foothills of Northern California. As a child, I dreamt of faraway places, mostly those seen only in fairytales. I was sure that mermaids, unicorns, dragons, and anything magical were things of real life, and I spent most of my time with my head in the clouds.

When I was five years old, my mom passed away and life as I knew it came to an abrupt end. It took years for me to even begin grieving this loss, as there are only so many things a five-year-old knows of death and its permanence.

Fast-forward to twenty years old, I finally found the courage to face the little girl that lost her mother so many years ago. I threw out any preconceived beliefs I had about God, my life, and myself and I went searching. For a new belief system, a new lifestyle, a new me. Little did I know that I didn’t need a new me; I needed me, and only me.

Growing up, I constantly heard how much like my mom I was. How we looked alike, had the same mannerisms, sounded alike. Whenever I didn’t know how to feel about something, I would ask someone who knew her how she would’ve felt, and I’d adopt that belief. I was trying to be her so much, that I never actually knew what it was like to be me.

A couple years after I graduated college, I was working two part-time jobs, feeling unfulfilled, like something was missing. I had saved up money for a while, so I decided to just go. I chose New Zealand first. Then Australia. Bali. London. France. Spain. The Netherlands. Denmark.

I lived in a car. Worked on organic farms. Built compostable toilets. Bathed in water temples. Practiced yoga amongst rice fields.

I felt the earth beneath my bare feet.

I healed a broken heart. Drank too much wine and ate too much bread and cheese. I walked across an entire country.

I fell in love.

I learned what it means to let everything go. To forget what everyone thought about me and to do things just for the hell of it.

Finally, I felt free. I felt like myself. It was the first time in my life that I’d truly experienced that. I wasn’t trying to be anyone else.

I wasn’t trying to be anything at all, I just was.

I stopped worrying about the smart thing to do and did what nourished my Soul. In the end, that kind of nourishment is always the smartest option.

I met my now-husband on that trip. And it taught me so much of life, love, and the necessity of sometimes saying, ‘fuck it all.’

Now I want to share it with you. I want to make you feel something. I hope that my stories of a shattered heart and the courage it takes, daily, to fill up my Soul, to heal, will inspire you to do the same.

You are wholly, completely, you. You have everything you could ever need within you. It’s time to take a look inside.

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