CORE Essentials

10/10/2026

Another UPDATE :

It’s been a little while since I’ve posted one of these.

Honestly, I thought my recovery timeline would look a lot different by now.

Feels like I’m still in the early stages of neurological recovery and spinal fusion healing, and there’s a lot more to this than just getting stronger and moving on.

Right now, I’m working on walking stamina, regaining muscle strength, managing everyday tasks without completely wiping myself out, and trying to find some consistency with sleep, adequate food and rest.

All while navigating fluctuating symptoms that can make one day feel manageable and the next feel like I’m starting over.

I’m also trying to wean off the last of my medication, which has brought its own challenges — disrupted sleep, mood changes, increased pain and sensory sensitivity, nausea and dizziness.

This week I’ve been trying to learn also about what my body can tolerate, and how well I recover afterward, and trying to understand when to pull back.

But this is where I’m at right now. No sugarcoating it, no pretending it’s easier than it is.
I’m sharing this simply to keep you in the loop and be honest about where things stand.

Thanks for your patience, and understanding while I am in the rebuild phase of this injury. I have yet to open the gym door to clients yet , and sessions will be on a day to day decision basis at this time.

Wishing everyone a safe and cozy Thanksgiving weekend.. 🧡

Sharing a few pics of things that made me feel “ahhhh” on my walks recently.

09/27/2026

A little Core Essentials update 🤍

For everyone following along, patiently waiting, or wondering when you’ll see me back on the gym floor — I’m thinking about you daily.

Here’s where I’m at:

I’ve officially started working with my physio, focusing on mobility, balance, and rebuilding functional movement and strength in my upper body.

And for the first time since my accident, I made my way down to the gym on my own. Not as a trainer yet — but as a woman figuring out what my body is capable of right now.

I’m visualizing myself back on that floor. Moving. Training. Working with my own body. Testing my endurance, paying attention to fatigue, figuring out how much I can do before I need to rest, and slowly learning what my new limits look like.

I’ve also gone into Vagaro and extended everyone’s training package expiry dates, so there’s absolutely no need to worry about losing sessions while I’m away. If you have any questions, just reach out.

This coming week is still completely booked with physio, therapies, appointments, and recovery work. I’ll be using that time to continue gauging what my body can realistically handle, with the hope of potentially starting to ease back into sessions in the next two weeks or so.

I want to be really clear, though — if I do return that week, it will be slow, intentional and cautious. I’m not interested in rushing this and setting myself back.

I’m rebuilding.

And I’m coming back to that gym floor with a whole new appreciation for what it means to move, to be strong, and to have a body that keeps showing up for you.

I can’t wait to see you.

— Lindsay

09/24/2026

There’s a lot of my physical healing happening right now—but just as much of this process is happening somewhere deeper.

I’ve been leaning into the internal work: the mirror work, the hard conversations with myself, and finding little anchor points that bring me back when frustration, fear, or impatience creeps in.

One of those anchors is remembering why I want to keep showing up for myself.

Sometimes it’s the woman I am today.
Today it was for the little girl who is still a part of me.
Sometimes it’s the people I love and the life I want to return to.

This recovery is teaching me that staying positive doesn’t mean pretending this is easy. It means choosing, again and again, to stay present in the process.

To be methodical. Patient . Dedicated.

And to keep reminding myself that healing isn’t just something happening to my body—it’s something I’m actively participating in.

09/18/2026

Ok. So…
Apparently, I have officially graduated back to driving. 😂 Short drives only, but honestly… it feels a lot like getting my license for the first time. The freedom of being able to hop in my vehicle and go somewhere without needing a chauffeur? 10/10.

I can also make small, easy meals now. And I’m holding frying pans without my sleeve covering the cold metal handles.

My restrictions have been lifted, which means I’m finally allowed to challenge myself a little more with movement. I’m still being smart about it — but I’m starting to explore what my body can do again.

One promise I made to myself (and Lola) was a 30-minute walk every single day.

And I’ve kept that promise all week.

Turns out, I actually really like them right now. They clear my head when I’m cranky, get my heart pumping, get some blood moving through a body that has been VERY stagnant for a long time, and give me a little bit of that feeling of being myself again.

I’m also slowly getting back to little household things — unloading the dishwasher, folding some laundry, making food, doing small tasks around the house.

Nothing particularly glamorous. But when your definition of productivity has recently been “I showered AND fed myself,” unloading a dishwasher feels like an accomplishment. 😂

This past week, I made a little deal with myself:

✨ One self-care thing that felt good.
✨ One lifestyle task that challenges me.
✨ A 30-minute walk with Lola.

Every. Single. Day.

And I’ve held true to it.

There is something really powerful about making a small promise to yourself and then actually keeping it. I’ve been able to check things off my list, feel productive, and honestly feel a little badass about it. No matter how mini the task.

And now… my brain is slowly starting to turn toward the gym floor.

Which is exciting. And terrifying.

I still don’t completely trust my body yet.
And if you know me, you know that feeling for me …. is basically devastation with a side of existential crisis. 😂

The last 15 years of my life has revolved around knowing what my body can do, challenging it, moving it, teaching other women how to move theirs…

And right now, I’m learning how to listen and be present in mine in a completely different way.

I’m cautiously hopeful that in the next few days I’ll get myself down to the gym, start brainstorming what a return to work might look like, slowly yet intentionally move my body, and see what happens.

No big heroic comeback.

Just the next step.

And honestly?

I’m pretty damn excited about it.

✌🏼💕

09/12/2026

Hi Friends

Here we are for another update.

My dad has been here for a couple of days, and having the comic relief and company on the couch has been pretty damn good for the soul.

I also made it to Sloane’s first hockey game of the season — my third outing since the accident. Watching her in the net hit a little differently this time. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wonder whether I’d be able to sit in those stands and watch her play again.
I was nervous about the cold, the hypersensitivity, and honestly, just being upright for that long. But I went. I stayed. And I watched my girl play.

I want to let you know The door-drop coffees, surprise hugs and waves and little acts of kindness have been some of the sweetest reminders that I’m surrounded by really good people. I appreciate every single one of you who has checked in, thought of me, or found a way to make these days a little lighter.

I’d be lying if I didn’t say this week has been a tougher mental battle. There’s no sugarcoating that. Recovery is fu***ng hard — especially when your brain wants to be moving forward faster than your body is ready for.

But I’m committed.

I’m still working.. Still doing the boring, frustrating tasks to help me heal.
The ride to the rink also made it pretty clear that driving myself next week isn’t happening yet — which was a goal I was hoping to hit. So, another adjustment. Another lesson in patience.

I’ll keep taking it day by day.

I’m still around. I’m still me. I’m still working my ass off to get back to the gym floor, back to my life, and back to whatever this next version of me looks like.

One day at a time. No shortcuts. We keep going.

Much love to you all.
❤️

09/08/2026

A scar isn’t just something your body left behind. It’s evidence of what your body survived.

I’ve learned that gently touching a scar can help reconnect you with the place that was hurt—especially when your mind has moved on faster than your body has. It gives your nervous system a chance to experience that area as safe, present, and yours again, rather than something frightening, worrisome or disconnected.

There’s something powerful about putting your own hand over the wound and saying, in a way, I know you’re there. I’m not afraid of you. I’m here.

And psychologically, scar touch can become part of reclaiming your body after trauma:

Not hiding it, not avoiding it, not treating it like damage—but recognizing it as part of your story.

09/07/2026

I don’t know about you- but when I look at this, I see progress.

😂🫣🐢

09/05/2026

Hey friends.
Just keeping everybody in the loop over here.

I had my follow-up with the surgical team and, apparently, my current training program is still DO NOTHING STUPID. 😂

Another week and a half of minimal movement, no bending, twisting or lifting.

So basically… I’m absolutely crushing this program. 😏

We’re still waiting to hear back from an orthopedic spine specialist who will take over my care here in Alberta to make sure all the fancy titanium hardware in my neck is staying exactly where it belongs.

And… I HAVE BEEN CLEARED TO WALK. 🙌🏼

So Lola and I took our first little wander around the block together.

I even laced up my red shoes — which just happen to be the shoes I was wearing the day of my accident. So apparently I’ve decided we’re facing triggers head-on over here. 😅

My cardio was… atrocious.
But my balance felt good, my legs felt strong, and the fresh air felt absolutely incredible.

It was one of those very simple moments that reminded me how much progress is happening, even when it feels painfully slow.

Also, I haven’t driven my truck in so long that the spiders have officially moved in.
I’m not even sure it’s my truck anymore. 😂

As for reopening the gym floor — I’m staying focused on all the positives, but I also want to be honest with you guys about my return to work.
I’m hopeful for an October 1st reopening, but I’m going to let my body and my medical team have the final say.

For now, I’m walking, healing, resting, laughing, and taking the wins where I can get them.

And hopefully evicting spiders soon— because I’d love a little more freedom with a set of wheels again.

Just wanted to touch base - and to say Thank you, as always, for all the love, patience and support. I cannot be more grateful for the way you all have shown up for me. I miss you guys like crazy and cannot wait to get back to doing what I love.

💗 see you soon
Linz

09/01/2026

Another update — 16 days in. 💪🏼

It’s hard to wrap my head around the fact that it’s been 16 days since we were riding the gondola up the mountain with our bikes…

And somehow, also only 16 days since I was lying in the ICU unable to use my arms.

Perspective is a funny thing.

I’ve been home for almost a week now, and my mom and sister spent the week getting my household organized and helping me settle back into life at home. They left yesterday, Sloane is heading back to school, and Dustin is back to working from home.

So now… it’s time to start figuring out what this next chapter looks like.

I’ll be honest — this recovery is testing my patience. 😂

I’m used to seeing progress quickly. With this injury, I don’t necessarily feel better every day. I have to look at my progress over weeks instead of days.

So I’m focusing on the little wins.

Yesterday: cut my own nails.

Today: tackle the giant stack of medical paperwork that I’ve been avoiding. 😂

And in between all of that… I’m MOVING.

It looks very different right now, but the goal is still the same.

For over a decade, I’ve been telling my clients that movement matters. That we don’t need perfection. We just need to keep showing up.

Turns out I’m getting a pretty intense reminder to practice what I preach.

So here’s a little clip of what movement looks like for me right now.

Now I want to see what YOU’RE doing this week.

Walk. Lift. Stretch. Dance. Get outside. Whatever it is — move your body.

Send it to me. Tag me. Show me.

Let’s keep each other accountable and motivated.

Keep moving. Keep showing up.

With love, and patience

❤️ Lindsay Sheaves

04/26/2026