jo burgess hannon

fit for today, fit for life

  • HOME
  • POSTS
    • questions
    • life lessons
    • What I am loving
    • recipes
  • ABOUT ME

How high are your heels?

March 12, 2016 by Jo Leave a Comment

Being 5’ 2”, I have had visions of myself taller with longer legs. When I was young I thought my feet were too big. It was a sad day when I could no longer fit into my Mom’s size 5 ½ pointy toe pumps.  As a teenager I used to cram my feet into shoes too small because of a number on a box. Ah, youth.

My daughter around age 2
My daughter around age 2

 

So the first time I heard “Jo, I want to look like you”, I was surprised. It was a comment from a participant in a fitness class I was teaching. The student was referring to my fitness level and muscle tone. I admit I was flattered. Though my feet looked even bigger in fitness shoes, I realized I had become a role model.

teaching a group fitness class at the Y. (photo credit Romeo Sanidad)

 

My stylist tells a story of the client who brings in a photo wanting her hair to look like a celebrity. The hair in the photo looks easy to achieve. However, it’s a red carpet moment, where the star has spent hours before with a team of professionals to cut, color, highlight and style her hair. And probably 5 different styling tools were used and as many styling products.

 

Mother of the Bride--It takes a village (photo credit Folk&Lore)
Mother of the Bride–It takes a village (photo credit Folk&Lore)

 

So here’s what I have learned. We are all unique individuals and not meant to be clones. We are meant to be our best self. Someone who uses another as a fitness model has to recognize that similar to being runway ready, most likely much work, time, professional advice, tools and whole foods has gone into the achievement. And, we will never look identical to the picture.

One of the biggest joys I get teaching classes is looking across a room of people and seeing diversity: different height, weight, body composition. This is my picture of perfection.

Oh, I almost forgot to mention, I also get to wear the most comfortable shoes ever.

changing lives one class at a time (photo credit Romeo Sanidad)
Here’s to looking at you!
(photo credit Romeo Sanidad)

 

Share this:

  • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
  • Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
  • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
  • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
  • More
  • Print (Opens in new window) Print
  • Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr
  • Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn

Time flies when you’re having fun

March 8, 2016 by Jo Leave a Comment

flag pavillion on Liberty Island
flag pavillion on Liberty Island

 

Good morning.  I was hoping to say that yesterday and share a few highlights from a recent trip to New York City.  Instead, I arrived home late Sunday night tired and stuffy and staring at a pile of laundry and mail.  Writing a blog post fell down the priority list.  I went to bed with my suitcase full of dirty clothes, only removing my glasses.  I figured with the time change, I would wake up early and have it complete before the rest of my Monday took over.

Then the morning snow balled.  I won’t bore you with stories of blank PDF tax files and mysteries of Adobe and windows 8 and hours spent solving these mysteries. I will instead offer a check in to let you know I understand that life can derail your plans. And maybe offer a little encourage to stay flexible during times of frustration, long lists and runny noses.

New York, New York.  More on that later.

 

 

Share this:

  • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
  • Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
  • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
  • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
  • More
  • Print (Opens in new window) Print
  • Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr
  • Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn

Is it all perspective?

February 19, 2016 by Jo Leave a Comment

December is Seattle’s rainiest month. Half the time, the city receives 5 to 8 inches of precipitation for the month.

daffodils blooming in February, in the rain.
daffodils blooming in February, in the rain.

 

Yes, the Daffs look a little soggy.  It’s raining here.  I meant to snap a photo yesterday when it was dry.  I heard a news clip saying something about lots of rain and records being broke.  I tried to look it up this morning because I just wasn’t feeling the crush of a low, hanging gray sky like I have in the past.  Spoiler alert, if rain depresses you, don’t look up Seattle averages.  For 2015 we were 7 inches about the average and most of those extra inches of rain accumulated in December.

Here’s the thing; I have lived here my whole life.  I feel like I have seen more Seattle blue sky in the last 12 months than I ever have in any 1 year period.  I think it is true, but when I look at the weather stats, I question myself.  Maybe it is just the way the rain has fallen.  Somedays I am running into the Y, hood up, trying to quickly escape the pelting drops.  That same afternoon, I drive along in glorious sunshine, with blue skies mixed in with the fluffy white clouds, trying to remember the morning rain as my wipers squeak across the dry windshield. Has the weather pattern changed where we get more rain all at once, instead of that never ending drizzle that seems to go on for days?

I’m not sure. And then I look out my window and see the daffodils blooming.  They make me smile. Maybe in the past I have been so grumpy about the rain I never really appreciated the patches of blue sky we do get. I am trying to adopt a motto of one of my Y friends, ‘don’t squander a sunny day’.  However, most days my to-do list is long and I don’t have a whole day to take off and be outside.  So instead I am trying to appreciate a sunny moment, feel the sun on my face, the bright in my eyes. And, try not to notice my windows are dirty.

Share this:

  • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
  • Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
  • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
  • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
  • More
  • Print (Opens in new window) Print
  • Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr
  • Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn

Sometimes, enough is enough

January 31, 2016 by Jo Leave a Comment

 

ladder single

What if the high water mark is just that, the high? And the rest is more about the marks left over time. The ocean isn’t any less significant because it only once reached over the sea wall. Your actions are not any less significant when you did your best when tired, sick or just plain sick and tired. Or maybe you were feeling weary, worn out, bored, indifferent or sad and lonely. Being on our best behavior means something different every time we step out.

Because sometimes just good enough is really just that; good enough. I know I mentioned this in the last post. However, it is worth repeating. Small actions over time can add up to something significant. It may not be the top of our game, but we can move forward with what we have to offer today.

Here’s what Winston Churchill had to say on the matter.  Oops, I might be dating myself.  Some of you might not even know of Churchill.  He was the Prime Minister of the UK in the 40’s and again in the 50’s. He said, “Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.”

He also said, “never, ever, ever, ever, ever give up.”

 

 

SaveSave

Share this:

  • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
  • Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
  • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
  • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
  • More
  • Print (Opens in new window) Print
  • Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr
  • Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn
« Previous Page
Next Page »

Welcome!

Daughter of a truck driver who married a doctor's kid. Life, stories and attempting to age with grace.

recent posts

  • MLK had a LOT of wisdom
  • My dad was a truck driver
  • Life is perspective
  • How can I be of service?
  • Grief and a little joy

FIND ME ON FACEBOOK & INSTAGRAM

  • Facebook
  • Instagram

RECENT POSTS

  • MLK had a LOT of wisdom
  • My dad was a truck driver
  • Life is perspective
  • How can I be of service?
  • Grief and a little joy
picture of Jo with wedding bells
Daughter of a truck driver who married a doctor's kid. Life, stories and attempting to age with grace even when I fall down.

Copyright © 2026 · Beautiful Pro Theme on Genesis Framework · WordPress · Log in