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09/10/2026

How well can you stay with yourself?

A plank is a funny thing.

At first, you're simply holding a position. Then the shaking starts. The discomfort builds. Your mind begins negotiating.

How much longer?
Can I keep going?
This is hard.
Everyone else is still holding.
I can't.

And suddenly, it's no longer just about physical strength. It's about your relationship with yourself.

Because isn't this what we do emotionally, too?

When discomfort arises, how quickly do we try to move away from it?

When sadness surfaces, do we push it down and distract ourselves?

When anger rises, do we react before we notice what's driving it?

When anxiety creeps in, do we rush ahead of ourselves to find certainty?

When vulnerability appears, do we fortify our armour?

So often, we learn to push through our emotions, talk ourselves out of them, think our way through, keep busy or find ways to make the uncomfortable feelings disappear.

But what if the invitation isn't always to make the feeling go away?

What if it's to stay?

To notice what's happening within us without immediately needing to change it.

To allow ourselves to breathe and feel.

To get curious about what our emotions might be communicating, rather than judging ourselves for having them.

To recognise that discomfort doesn't always mean something is wrong. Sometimes, it means something within us needs our attention.

And perhaps most importantly, to learn that we can experience an emotion without needing to act on it, fix it or push it away.

This is part of what it means to return to centre.

Not to hold on at all costs.
Not to push through until we break.
Not to abandon ourselves when things become uncomfortable.

But to remain connected to ourselves in the experience.

To listen.
To notice.
To understand.
To choose.

Sometimes strength is holding the plank for another breath.

Sometimes strength is knowing when to surrender.

And emotionally, sometimes strength is allowing ourselves to sit with what we're feeling, long enough to understand it, rather than immediately reaching for a way out.

Because the goal isn't to become someone who never feels discomfort.

It's to become someone who knows how to stay connected to themselves when discomfort arrives.

The real practice isn't how long you can hold the position. It's how well you can stay with yourself while you're in it.

Not More, Not Less, Just You. 💛

— Mars 🫶

🌀 Mars’ Recipe for How to Feel Like Yourself AgainReturn to Centre EditionSomewhere along the way, between being respons...
02/10/2026

🌀 Mars’ Recipe for How to Feel Like Yourself Again
Return to Centre Edition

Somewhere along the way, between being responsible, raising humans, working, caring for everyone else and generally trying to keep all the plates spinning…

you may have accidentally misplaced YOU.

Good news:
You’re probably not lost. You’re just overdue for a little return to centre.

So here’s my recipe:

🥣 Ingredients

1. 2 heaped cups of doing things just because they’re fun and you love them.
No purpose. No productivity. No need to justify them.

2. 1 generous handful of caring a little less about what everyone else thinks.
Because you've already wasted way to much of your life worrying about that already.

3. 3 spontaneous adventures with absolutely no useful outcome.
Just good stories, good people and a lighter version of you.

4. A completely unreasonable amount of collecting rocks. 🪨
Because nature created some fricken awesome s**t out there. Go explore it! Besides, rocks never expect anything from you 🤷‍♀️

5. 1 large dollop of remembering you’re allowed to say NO. full stop.
Without writing a 14-paragraph explanation afterwards.

6. As much laughter, movement and ridiculousness as you can possibly handle.
Preferably with people who make you forget to be sensible.

✨ Directions

Mix generously.

Add sunshine, music, movement, a body of water, friends, curiosity and a few questionable decisions.

Then…

NOTICE what’s happening inside you.

RELEASE some of the things you’ve been carrying that were never really yours.

RETURN to your body, your joy, your values and your own voice.

REAUTHOR the bits of your life that no longer fit.

And then…

EMBODY IT.

Actually go and live it.

Not perfectly.
Not permanently.
Just one tiny choice at a time.

Because feeling like yourself again doesn't necessarily require a reinvention.

And remembering…

You haven't lost yourself.

You may have just got really fu***ng good at looking outward.

So come back in.

Not More.
Not Less.
Just You. 🌀

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You haven't even walked through the door yet… and you've probably already talked yourself out of it.I'm too unfit.I need...
01/10/2026

You haven't even walked through the door yet… and you've probably already talked yourself out of it.

I'm too unfit.
I need to get in shape first.
Everyone will be better than me.
I haven't exercised in ages.
I won't keep up.
I'll start when things settle down.

That's a LOT of energy spent on something you haven't even tried yet. 😂

So here's your permission:

Come as you are.

Not fitter.
Not more motivated.
Not more organised.

Just you.

One session a week counts.
Starting small counts.
Showing up counts.

Because progress doesn't require perfection.
It requires participation.

And you don't need to become someone else, and you don't need to be more, before you begin.

Not more.
Not less.
Just you. ❤️

Mars Movement + Small Squad are heading into our final term of 2026.

Come through the door.
We'll take it from there.

And you might be surprised by what you find on the other side.

A stronger body.
A little more trust in yourself.
Pride in what you're capable of.
Confidence that comes from actually doing the thing.
People who celebrate you and cheer you on.
A sense of belonging.
A bit more joy.
A lot more laughter.
And maybe a version of you that starts thinking…

“Sh*t. Maybe I actually can.”

And who knows…

Maybe you'll spend enough time around people who believe in you that some of it starts rubbing off on you.

Maybe, without even realising it,
you'll start believing in yourself too.

Wouldn't that be something? ❤️
Mars 🫶

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Spend enough time with me and you may inadvertently start believing in yourself.Not because I’ll convince you that you n...
29/09/2026

Spend enough time with me and you may inadvertently start believing in yourself.

Not because I’ll convince you that you need to be more.

But because I’ll keep reminding you that you were never less.

Eventually, you stop looking for permission.
You stop looking outside of yourself
You stop comparing.
You stop trying to become someone else.

And you start coming home to you.

Not more. Not less. Just you. ❤️
Mars 🫶

Term 4 starting Oct 5th !!Lets bring home the end of 2026, stronger together ❤️ DM for more information or head straight...
29/09/2026

Term 4 starting Oct 5th !!
Lets bring home the end of 2026, stronger together ❤️

DM for more information or head straight to our booking page
https://bookeo.com/theenergycentr

Mars 💪🙌

We Had a Go ❤️We weren’t chasing times,or where we’d place,we simply showed upto join the race.Wheelbarrows decorated,na...
27/09/2026

We Had a Go ❤️

We weren’t chasing times,
or where we’d place,
we simply showed up
to join the race.

Wheelbarrows decorated,
names on display,
a little bit cheeky,
and ready to play. 😂

We laughed and we cheered,
we pushed up the hill,
we carried the load
with grit and goodwill.

The crowd joined the fun,
the energy grew,
and strangers were cheering
our whole little crew.

We knew we were slower,
but that was okay.
We weren’t there to prove it —
we were there for the day.

To have a go.
To show up.
To give it our best.
To challenge ourselves
without needing to impress.

No need to be faster,
no need to be more,
no need to be anything
other than who we came for.

Not more.
Not less.
Just me.
Just you.
Just us. ❤️

Wycheproof King of the Mountain Woman's Wheelbarrow Relay

Energy Tribe ❤️Because sometimes strength is shared.It only takes one person to believe it’s possible.And then knowing t...
26/09/2026

Energy Tribe ❤️

Because sometimes strength is shared.
It only takes one person to believe it’s possible.
And then knowing there are women beside you, beside each other —
showing up, stepping up, and saying YES together. ❤️

Wycheproof King of the Mountain 20kg 1km run

04/09/2026

🏔️ THE MARS MOVEMENT GAL'S ARE ON TRACK…
(aka the Coles footpath 🤣)

The crew are officially on the road to the Wycheproof King of the Mountain at the end of the month! 💪🔥

We’ve got TWO teams entering the Wheelbarrow Relay 🛞🏃‍♀️💨
…and a few brave souls taking on the Queen of the Mount 👑⛰️

But let’s be clear…

This is SERIOUS business. 😏

Training? ✔️
Teamwork? ✔️
Determination? ✔️
Questionable wheelbarrow modifications? ABSOLUTELY. 😂

The wheelbarrow is getting its Stage 1 “Pimp My Wheel” makeover this weekend. 🤪🎨💎

Think bright colours. Bling. Possibly an entirely unnecessary amount of sparkle. ✨🤣

Because if we’re going to push a wheelbarrow up a mountain, we may as well make sure it looks bloody fabulous doing it! 💅🛞🏔️

Love your work, ladies! 💪🙌
Strong bodies. Strong minds. Slightly questionable decisions. 😂❤️

Let’s get this mountain conquered! 👑🔥

The measurement tells you something about the moment. It does not tell you who you are.We live in a world obsessed with ...
30/08/2026

The measurement tells you something about the moment. It does not tell you who you are.

We live in a world obsessed with measurement.

What did the scales say?
How fast did you run?
How much did you lift?
How many steps did you take?
What was your score?
Did you hit the goal?
Did you beat your PB?

Measurements can be useful.

They give us information.
They help us track progress.
They can help us set goals and understand what we're capable of.

But somewhere along the way, we can quietly start giving them far more power than they deserve.

A number becomes a judgement.
A missed goal becomes failure.
A slower day becomes I'm not good enough.
A setback becomes I've gone backwards.

And suddenly, we're no longer measuring an experience.

We're measuring ourselves.

But what if we stopped there
What if the measurement was simply information?

I didn't get the time I wanted.

Okay.

What else is true?

Maybe you moved faster than you have before.
Maybe your body felt stronger.
Maybe something that used to hurt didn't hurt today.
Maybe your fitness has improved in ways the stopwatch can't capture.
Maybe you listened to your body.
Maybe you pushed through something difficult.
Maybe you recognised the voice in your head telling you that you weren't good enough—and chose not to believe it.
Maybe you were disappointed and stayed kind to yourself anyway.
Maybe you learned something.
Maybe you discovered something you want to work on.
Maybe you showed up.

And maybe that's the thing we forget:

There can be a hundred tiny choices inside one moment.

Push or rest.
Continue or stop.
Listen or override.
Criticise or become curious.
Give up or try again.
Believe the old story—or question it.

The goal doesn't have to be achieved for the experience to be valuable.

The hard thing doesn't have to become a failure.

And disappointment doesn't have to become a definition.

We can learn to look at the things that don't go our way and ask:

What is this showing me?

Not:

What does this say about me?

Because those are two very different questions.

One creates shame.
The other creates possibility.

So by all means, track your progress.

Set the goal.
Chase the PB.
Celebrate the number when you get it.

But when the number doesn't go your way, remember:
The measurement tells you something about the moment.
It does not tell you who you are.
The number is a data point.

And it only has the meaning you decide to give it. 💛

Mars 🫶

Reflections from the platform I competed in a kettlebell sport competition at Daylesford yesterday.It wasn't the biggest...
22/08/2026

Reflections from the platform

I competed in a kettlebell sport competition at Daylesford yesterday.

It wasn't the biggest event I've ever done. But it was significant for another reason.

It was the first competition we've done since losing our coach, Don.

And I don't think I realised just how much his presence had been holding until he wasn't there.

His programming.
His structure.
His periodisation.
His expertise.
His guidance.
But most of all, his belief in us.

The last few weeks have felt messy and a little lost as I've adjusted to his absence. Without someone else setting the path, I've had to think more. Take more ownership. Find more intrinsic motivation. Be more purposeful about how I'm training and how I show up for myself.

And I've really noticed how much I'd loved having someone else do the thinking for me.

Because I do a LOT of thinking for everyone else.

I'm the coach. The one holding the space. Helping people find their goals, make sense of what's happening, create strategies and believe in what's possible.

Don gave me somewhere to put that down.

But yesterday I discovered something.

Even though he isn't here to believe in me…
I can believe in myself.

The things he taught me haven't disappeared with him.
They're in my body.
They're in my technique.
They're in the little adjustments I know to make without someone telling me.
They're in the voice in my head saying, you've got this.

And then, as I lifted yesterday, something else happened.

I experienced something I've spent so much time talking about with other people.

Returning to centre.

When I first started my lift, I was nervous.
My muscles were jittery. My legs weren't as stable as I'd like. I was struggling to fixate at the top.
My attention was being pulled away from me.
The judge.
The music.
The people around me.
The clock.
The other lifters.
The possibility of getting it wrong.
But instead, I noticed how I brought it back.

One rep.
One technique cue.
One side.
The other side.

Again.

Again.

Again.

I didn't need the nerves to disappear before I could perform.
I just stayed with myself until they passed.
And they did.
My body warmed up.
My breathing settled.
And eventually I found this beautiful rhythm.

Every now and then my attention would drift outward — I'd check the judge, the reps, the time, hear the music — but then it would come back.

Back to my body.
Back to my technique.
Back to the next repetition.
Back to me.

And that, I think, is something I've been trying to understand more deeply through the work I'm doing on my book, Return to Centre.

Returning to centre doesn't mean staying inward.
It doesn't mean blocking out the world.
It doesn't mean becoming perfectly calm or perfectly focused.
It means being able to notice when you've moved away from yourself…
…and knowing how to come back.

At around 15 minutes, fatigue started to creep in.
"OK, time to adjust " I told myself.
So I softened.
I slowed my pace.
I relaxed into the movement. And I settled again.

And when I had five minutes to go, I knew it was time.
I knew Don was standing there, saying "pick it up"

So, I ramped it up.
Three minutes to finish.
I picked up the pace.
I nailed every rep.
And I finished strong.
I still had gas in the tank.

Afterwards, some of the more experienced lifters told me my technique was strong, rhythmic and on point.
It was lovely to hear.
But the validation wasn't what made me proud.

I was proud because I knew.
I knew when I was leaving centre.
I knew how to come back.
I trusted my body.
I trusted what I'd learned from Don.
And I trusted myself.

And then I cried.
Because this is the moment where Don would have swooped in.
The hug.
The congratulations.
The celebration.
The belief.

I could hear his voice in my head.
I could feel the things he'd taught me in my body.
And I realised that although I would give anything to have him standing there…
he had already given me something that couldn't be taken away.
He taught me enough that I could eventually do it myself.
He taught all of us, and we all embodied his energy together.

That's the legacy of a great coach.

Not that you need them forever.

But that one day, when they're no longer standing beside you, you can hear their voice inside you…
…and find your own. And you can share it with others.

Yesterday, I didn't just compete.
I experienced my own work.
I experienced Don's work.
In real time.
Under pressure.
In my body.
And perhaps that's what returning to centre really is.

Not becoming someone different.
Not never getting distracted.
Not never feeling nervous.

But learning that no matter how far your attention travels…
you can always come home to yourself.

And then, from that centre, you can lift.
You can expand.
You can finish strong.

You can become more fully YOU.

❤️ Mars

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