Essays
Essays by Chrissy Sundt on midlife and perimenopause, first published in her newsletter.
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Training Your Inner Athlete in Perimenopause
Every woman has an athlete inside her, and perimenopause is the perfect moment to start training her well.
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YOUR MUSCLES ARE TALKING. AND YOUR WHOLE BODY IS LISTENING.
Your muscles aren’t simply carrying out instructions from your brain, they’re participating in a much bigger conversation throughout your body.
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STRONG DOESN’T HAVE ONE LOOK.
Our muscles don't know if we're in a gym or at the Barre — strength takes more than one shape.
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What If We Learned to Train Intuitively?
On retreat, she remembered that intuition deserves as much attention as protein targets, step counts and progressive overload.
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I Think I’ve Forgotten to Dance
I think I've forgotten to dance, and Barre's music and choreography might be quietly bringing that joy back.
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We Need to Rattle the Bones and Get Breathless
Midlife women don't need to stop doing hard things — we need short, purposeful breathlessness and bone-rattling impact, wisely applied.
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The New Luxury in Fitness
The greatest luxury in midlife fitness isn't a marble reception desk, it's clarity and the confidence to ignore everything else.
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Don’t Train the Calendar. Train the Woman.
Cycle syncing assumes a predictable calendar — perimenopause has other plans, so I check in with myself instead.
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Why I Created the Midlife Movement Matrix
Why variety, not intensity, became the guiding principle behind the Midlife Movement Matrix.
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What If Consistency Was Never Meant to Be Boring?
Chrissy Sundt asks whether consistency has to feel boring, or whether it could be built through pleasure instead of pressure.
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When One Glass Becomes Part of the Holiday
A reflection on how holiday wine quietly accumulates, and why gentle movement, not discipline, is what brings her back to herself.
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JOMO: The Unexpected Midlife Skill I’m Learning
Recovery isn't the opposite of progress, it's where progress happens — the joy of finally being present enough to notice life.