Movement has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. Growing up in Washington, I became the youngest elite gymnast in the state. Gymnastics taught me resilience, discipline, and hard work—but it also came with heavy pressure from coaches, parents, and myself. By the time I was 15, my body was worn down from constant pounding, and I stepped away from competitive gymnastics.
High school reignited my love for athletics. I cheered, competed in high school gymnastics, sprinted in track, and choreographed gymnastics routines. I discovered pole vaulting my senior year—a sport that fit me perfectly. That year, I became state champion with a PR of 12 feet and earned a full-ride scholarship to Washington State University.
At WSU, my freshman year was a whirlwind: I broke school records, ranked #1 in the world for two weeks (held a top 15 spot that year), became an NCAA All-American, and made my mark on the collegiate track and field world.
Then came injuries, mental battles, and setbacks. I struggled to meet the expectations placed on me—and the ones I put on myself. Despite major challenges, I climbed my way back, placed at conference championships, stood on the NCAA podium, and qualified for the Olympic Trials.
Even when results looked successful on paper, I often felt like I wasn’t “enough.” I tied my self-worth to performance, and when I finally retired from pole vault, it left a hole I didn’t know how to fill.
I transitioned into coaching gymnastics, working at the club my mom owned and building routines for young athletes. Though I loved the connection, I realized I hadn’t yet unlearned some of the harsh coaching methods I grew up with. It wasn’t until I became a mother myself that I truly understood:
Kids aren’t small adults. They need patience, developmentally appropriate support, and unconditional belief in themselves.
Parallel to coaching, I chased fitness through every avenue—kickboxing, yoga, running, lifting. Eventually, I found CrossFit and fell in love again with pushing my limits. I qualified for CrossFit Regionals multiple times and was an alternate for a Games team. It filled my competitive cup for nearly a decade, but it also took a toll on my body.
Then, life handed me a wake-up call. The combination of motherhood, personal growth, and a pandemic forced me to confront something deeper:
I had spent my life living for others.
I had to start living for me.
Over the past five years, I committed to therapy, self-reflection, spiritual growth, and reconditioning the deep-rooted beliefs that kept me stuck. I learned that my worth isn’t tied to achievement. That I am enough simply by existing. That movement, gratitude, and self-love are daily practices.
Fitness became joyful again—not something to prove anything, but something to celebrate my body. I found love in functional fitness, yoga, sound baths, and dancing. I began creating, moving, and living from a place of joy, not expectation.
And from all of this growth, Vibe and Thrive Wellness was born.
Whether you're just getting started, finding your way back to fitness, or helping your teen daughter navigate the pressures of sport—I'm here for you. Let's move, grow, and thrive together.
Because strong bodies, strong minds, and full hearts make a life worth living.
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