Inspired to dust off the wheels again…


It’s the first week back in the office and I have witnessed firsthand how inspiration is catching.  A few in the office have come back all inspired and talking all things bikes.

My cubicle neighbour decided he would join the every growing workers who cycle to work and when I received his text saying he got home in 1hr ten minutes I thought yes I will try this out.  So after teaching 4 classes of Pilates this week in the official opening week of the studio I head home to sort out my bike tyres and get her ready for the maiden voyage on the new (to me, because I only recently opened my eyes and found out about it) Eastlink bike trail, which by the way goes almost all the way from my workplace to my front door.

Being ever fascinated by fitness and how it catches on I have watched people get engaged about riding to work, myself included and I am still marvelling at how I myself 6 months ago could not commit but as soon as I started talking to the others and saw them do it, I found the inspiration to give it a go.

I generally do my own thing with Pilates, yoga and supping and if anyone wants to join me they are more than welcome, but I am just as happy by my introverted self.

Woman riding bicycle with her legs in the air

My bike affair has been a little different, I bought her way back when I arrived back from a year in the states, I had fallen in love with the fitness aspect of riding while working off all the dunkin donut pounds I had put on in my first few months abroad.  No kidding I was hovering between a size 14 and 16 and had never felt worse.  For someone who is now a consistent size 8 this was horrifying and the start on my path to wellness.  I started over there by myself but really got into it when I found a group of people to go riding with on weekend trips away.  It all seemed to fit with my love of being in nature and shifting those terrible pounds I had gained in the process.

So tomorrow my plan is to drive half way to one of my best mates houses, park the Mazda there, jump on my little hybrid and head off on this little adventure to work along the Eastlink bike trail.  Then work all day, and sometime after 5pm I will bike back to my mates house and pick up the Mazda and drive to the studio to take Monday nights class.

It will be a nice change from Pilates, yoga and supping as I do love to get out on the bike and see the world from a different perspective.

How about you, do you have a treadlie sitting in the garage gathering dust?

Beautiful young woman on bike

Guidance from Above


For those of you who know me, you know my Dad passed away 7 years ago.  It was the toughest thing in life I have ever had to endure, it is also one of the most defining events of my life.  I wonder if, as they say my soul chose the path of a daughter who loses her father as a young adult, so that he would no longer be here to answer all my questions about the world, but to guide me to be stronger and stand on my own two feet from above.

Throughout my journey of refining my true path in life, I have had many little signs that teaching movement in the form of pilates and yoga is the right thing for me.  They come as often as I look out for them, but I can never really be confident  is it my Dad guiding me or just a coincidence.  I share my story here not to convince anyone of life after death but mainly as a reminder that miracles do happen and if we look for signs they do come.  Also I wanted to capture it in written word so as to always remember, I am sure I will as it was the most miraculous of all signs, but I also know the gloss wears off these moments and I want to capture it while it is still vivid.

I am driving to meet the landlord’s agent at the property I am looking at to set up my first pilates studio and I have one of those moments of fear, when I think, am I really supposed to be going down this path, it is a big financial commitment, is it really something I want to do, or in fact can do, will people want to come to my pilates classes etc.

Many times when I have been unsure I have looked up and asked for some sign that this is ok, generally I get little signs every time.  So this is the time I need it to be real clear and if fact that is what I say to Dad, show me that this is the right move and be very very clear about it, in much more colourful language than that.  I then say ok, I’ll leave that one with you Dad.

Father and daughter at outdoor.

I proceed on to the property where I meet the lovely agent.  We go up to view the property and I check that it is definitely going to be ok that the landlord installs floorboards instead of carpet for my studio.  He say’s oh yes the landlord is completely fine with that as his wife is a yoga teacher too in a suburb closer to Melbourne.  So she is excited to be potentially letting it for this purpose and had thought when they first bought, it would be perfect for a studio.  So there I thought I had it my sign that I should proceed with the dream of running my studio.  Good sign dad thanks heaps.

Then we proceed to walk out to our cars and we chit chat a little and for some reason I tell the agent I am from the country.  He says really?  Whereabouts in the country? “Colac” I reply, the next thing he asks was the start of my really clear sign. “Who is your father?”, “John Chambers”, I say “Why?” I can’t remember his exact words but he is amazed and tells me that his wife used to live in the house attached to the back of my father’s old shop.  He knew my dad well and in fact the passport photo in his passport that just expired was taken by my dad when he was in the previous shop.  Which meant this man had known my dad for many years.  So here it is, the clearest sign I could ever ask for, I am on the right path.  To put it in a bit better context, I am in a suburb the other side of Melbourne 3 hours from Colac, and the chances of the two of us even meeting let alone having a discussion and realising this are slim at best.

Free woman enjoying freedom feeling happy at beach

So I have my sign, this is the path there is no turning back now, I look at the agent and tell him of my little chat with dad and then say ok let’s do this.  The following week I sign the lease and I now have the keys and took my first class this week in the new space.

Are there signs you are being sent from your angels and missing?  You might want to just check in occasionally and see.

P.S. my dad and I in my younger years are the biggest sceptics of all, we are logical thinkers but I am now a believer in all things miracles.  I also have a sense of peace around the saying that everything happens for a reason, you just have to be open to seeing the reason from any perspective.


Sonia Louise