CORE Essentials

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

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.

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.

✌🏼💕

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.
❤️

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

😂🫣🐢

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

Good morning everyone,

For those that don’t know me, my name is Stacey and I’m a longtime friend & client of Lindsay’s. On behalf of Lindsay and her family, I wanted to share a quick message to her friends, family, clients and everyone who has reached out asking how they can help.

First and foremost, Lindsay wants you to keep showing up for yourself. As she focuses on getting better, she’s thinking about all of you too, and how much she misses being on the gym floor with you.

I know some people, myself included, were asking about and considering a GoFundMe at the beginning of this journey. However, Lindsay has been very clear that it isn’t necessary, needed or even wanted. Thankfully, they had insurance that covered the majority of the expenses related to her treatment and accommodation in Denver. So, if you were waiting for a fundraiser or were thinking about giving Lindsay money or making a donation, she would actually love for you to put that toward your own health and wellness journey instead.
Try a new gym, take a class, do some yoga or meditation, or invest in yourself in whatever way will benefit you most. That would mean a lot to Lindsay because she wants to know that you’re continuing to take care of yourselves and putting into practice the things you’ve learned from her.

She’s also having a hard time texting and responding right now because of the nerve pain and sensations from her elbows to her fingertips. But she has been reading every message that comes in. Please keep sending her updates about how you’re doing, your workouts, your goals and how you’re continuing your own journey. She genuinely loves hearing about it and it will give her something to look forward to when she’s back on the gym floor with you.

For those who really feel like they need to do something, practical help is what would be most useful right now. Flowers and thoughtful gestures are always appreciated, but with her recovery and return to work still uncertain, there are a few small things I’ve brainstormed with the stubborn and hesitant Lindsay that she agreed will help with her recovery by giving her some of her independence back. If you’re wanting some ideas please feel free to PM me, I’ll be happy ro share with you the options (agreed terms by the one and only that we love so dearly 😏💪).

Thank you to everyone who has reached out, checked in, sent a message or simply kept Lindsay in your thoughts. It means more than you know. ❤️

With gratitude,

~ Stacey
StaySea Janz