Lashara Wood

Lashara Wood Your big sis in all things wellness and strength! Build lasting habits, craft a strong body and level up your lifestyle.

I am a Personal Trainer, Yoga Teacher and Mindset Coach helping you find your fiercely fit, mindful and resilient self. My biggest ambition is to enable people to feel confident with exercising, eating well and to move more fluidly through life. So that it becomes a lifestyle and part of who they are. Through my own experience and knowledge, and as a qualified professional in the wellness space for the past 3 years and in coaching people in our community, my aim is to inspire others to engage in their wellbeing and help them feel strong, capable and fit.

Jumping on the 2016 recap trend with a slightly longer lens.Ten years ago, 2016 was not loud or polished, or even a year...
16/01/2026

Jumping on the 2016 recap trend with a slightly longer lens.

Ten years ago, 2016 was not loud or polished, or even a year I was on social media much. It was a year of quiet shifts and growth.

I had just finished my degree in English Literature, Creative Writing and Journalism. I was freelancing for a charity, landed up working my first and last corporate job, and learning skills I did not yet realise would one day support my own business. London was home and we only had 2 cats - how simple life was!

That year I focused on getting healthy after years of struggling with my weight. I quit smoking after ten years. I started climbing more seriously. I began to feel at confidence in my body again.

It was also a year marked by loss. I travelled to Japan to say goodbye to a close friend dying of cancer. Being present in that moment reshaped how I understand time, health and what truly matters.

We travelled widely, including back to South Africa, unknowingly planting seeds that would only make sense years later. The Cederberg entered our story for the first time, long before it became the place we would marry.

Behind the scenes, it was one of the hardest years with my family. It was the year I stepped away from my relationship with my mother and stepped into a deeper role supporting my siblings. Slow, heavy and necessary. More grief.

Looking back now, 2016 was not a turning point but a foundation year. The year before the leap.

Sometimes the most important years do not announce themselves. They simply prepare you for what’s to come. 💜

#2016

13/01/2026

Shhhh…shhh… personal space? Never met her. 🤫

11/01/2026

Join me for the Hohenort 15km, I also ran this race two years ago in 1:40.

Going in again this time postpartum, I was honestly expected something closer to sub 2 hours, maybe 1:55 if things went well.

So I was pretty surprised (and v chuffed) to cross the line in 1:48.

I’ve been back running for a 5 months now, taking it slowly, listening to my body, and letting consistency lead rather than pace or ego. So this felt like a really reassuring marker of where I’m at right now.

It’s a hilly route, definitely a challenge, but I ran it with my sister, Suzanne, soaked it all in, and came away feeling strong and grateful for a body that can do challenging things.

I’m curious to see what a year of consistent, patient training can bring.
This feels like the beginning again, but in a good way.

Closing the chapter on 2025 quietly in nature with Ivy’s first camping trip.Time in the mountains.Quiet mornings.Dirt un...
07/01/2026

Closing the chapter on 2025 quietly in nature with Ivy’s first camping trip.

Time in the mountains.
Quiet mornings.
Dirt under bare feet.
Dam swims.
Time offline.

Becoming a mum in 2025 changed everything.

I needed space to breathe, to rest, to take stock and to gently open the door to 2026 with a little more clarity.

I can’t wait to see what adventures this year has in store…

HNY

A very merry first Christmas 🫶🎄🥰
27/12/2025

A very merry first Christmas 🫶🎄🥰

December sanity & survival made simple. 😌I’m leaving you with my top ten tips to look after yourself in both body and mi...
23/12/2025

December sanity & survival made simple. 😌

I’m leaving you with my top ten tips to look after yourself in both body and mind this season in the face of busy days and the standard holiday pressures. 

If you’re keen to kick off 2026 with some mentorship and accountability, I have two 1-1 spots open for coaching in January, or you can ease into things at your own pace with the Fit Living App. 

Wishing you a wonderful break! 🎄

15/12/2025

Not a glow up. Not a comeback.
Just a woman becoming a mother and learning how to move forward again.

To every mum whose goals got smaller and heavier at the same time
I see you.
We did something enormous 💜

I have been sitting on these words for a long time, because breastfeeding is one of the most beautiful and challenging t...
10/12/2025

I have been sitting on these words for a long time, because breastfeeding is one of the most beautiful and challenging things I have ever done.

Six and a half months trying.
Six and a half months learning.
Six and a half months of giving my body away.

There were moments of deep softness and moments of deep fear. There were nights that folded into mornings and days that blurred into something foggy and strange. There were quiet alarms inside my chest. Engorgement. Tube feeding. Pumping at all hours. A blood clot and three days in hospital with Ivy attached to me between cannulas and alarms. There were so many times I thought it should be easier. And it never was.

And in the middle of it all, there was the complicated truth of milk supply. We saw lactation consultants. A lactation physio. A specialised nurse who visited our home. I tried everything to increase production, from cluster feeding/pumping to constant pumping, and eventually I needed Espiride, a medication that supports milk making by increasing prolactin. It helped, but only to a point. My supply never quite matched what Ivy needed, and learning that was a grieving process of its own. Yet it also became part of our story, part of how we kept going, part of what makes me proud now.

But there was beauty in it too. The primal, ancient rhythm of her curling into me. The way the world stilled every time she latched. The way something inside me softened and strengthened at the same time.

Breastfeeding did not look the way I imagined it would. It was a combination of formula and breast milk, hope and worry, devotion and surrender. It was not perfect, but it was ours. And it mattered.

Recently, I think I had my last feed. You never know at the time. There is no ceremony. No moment that tells you to take a photograph with your mind. Only the quiet realisation later that the chapter has closed itself.

I am sad.
I am proud.
I am relieved.
I feel all of it at once.

I wrote about this journey in full, the quiet marathon of it all, on my Substack (my first post). Link in bio.

And to the mama’s in the thick of feeding your baby, I see you. 💜

07/12/2025

I climbed Roy’s Peak last year while I was nine weeks pregnant with Ivy on board, when only a handful of people even knew I was pregnant, and while visiting and her 6 week old twins. We started the climb at 4 a.m. and it was a steep 1 200 metres of elevation on my legs, so there was plenty of huffing and puffing.

I had high hopes of running it with , but he was significantly faster than me, and so I plodded up. I did not quite anticipate how relentless the climb would be. It was steep from the first step, the kind of trail that gives you no chance to catch your breath or break into a run (unless you’re Martin).

When I reached the summit, breathless and proud, I was completely taken aback by the beauty of Lake Wanaka, the sun coming up and the moon still hanging in the sky. It was really something to behold. I took my obligatory summit picture, soaked up the views and then ran down the entire mountain feeling surprisingly strong and full of awe at nature. Going down was much faster and I finished the whole hike and run in three hours and twenty minutes.

It ended up being such a meaningful climb to do while newly pregnant. With so much changing inside me, and knowing I was on the cusp of my entire life shifting, I really took in one of what I knew would be my last runs in the mountains before giving birth and taking time to recover. It was a good reminder of what I was capable of and that even in the seasons when everything feels new and unfamiliar, you can still find your strength.

01/12/2025

I’ve actually been waiting longer than six months for this run.

I bought this pram when I was eight months pregnant… then waited for Ivy to be born… and then waited again for her to be big enough to sit upright in the big girl seat.
And today, finally, we made it out together - me, Ivy, Bjørn and Whisky.

It was a lot easier than anticipated running with the doggos and the pram. I’ve been so excited about this pram because it means I can move my body, get the dogs out, and take Ivy along for the adventure. A win-win for all of us.

Today was only a short 3km, but it felt great to be out there.
And honestly, it isn’t about the pace or the distance, it’s about the shift in me and just showing up.
Figuring out how to move my body again, keep my dogs happy, and take my tiny human along for the ride.

I’m really excited for my running to improve, for Ivy to come on so many more adventures with me, and for the dogs to actually get the exercise they deserve.
And yay - she officially graduated to the big girl seat. 💜✨

Six months of Ivy and six months being a mama. 💜Ivy started crawling last week and it feels like everything shifted over...
01/12/2025

Six months of Ivy and six months being a mama. 💜

Ivy started crawling last week and it feels like everything shifted overnight.

She’s on the move, super curious, and suddenly this chapter feels less consumed with how to keep her alive and more about exploring. She’s sitting on her own, eating solids, and making us laugh daily with her new little quirks and determination.

And as she’s found her way onto all fours, I’ve been crawling my way back into movement, back into a bit of structure, and slowly figuring out some sort of balance. It’s far from perfect, but the intension is there, and I trust with time and discipline things will fall into place again.

Having the live classes has honestly been a huge help with being more consistent. The 30-minute strength classes, yoga, and just having a plan has kept me accountable through the chaos. It’s helped me rebuild momentum without pressure, and teaching again has reminded me why I love what I do.

That said, none of this would be possible without Woody. He’s been showing up in the small, consistent ways, making sure I get out for a run, watching Ivy during my classes, putting her to sleep while I climb, giving me space to move and rest when I can. And it makes all the difference.

We’re still not in a perfect rhythm (will we ever be?!), and I’m not back at work full-time, just a few hours here and there, but slowly building back up over the next few months.

And as Ivy crawls, we’re crawling too.
As parents. As individuals.
Figuring it out. Finding our feet. Showing her the world, one messy, magical day at a time.

If you’ve been waiting to try the app, now’s a great time. Classes start back tomorrow, and I’ve got two coaching spots open if you’re ready for something more personalised.

Come move with me — even if you’re crawling too!

My body has been through many seasons.It’s carried me through strength training, long trail runs, hikes, and climbing.It...
18/11/2025

My body has been through many seasons.
It’s carried me through strength training, long trail runs, hikes, and climbing.
It’s stretched to grow life.
It’s healed from birth and major surgery.
It’s fed and soothed my daughter, night and day.
It holds the weight of new motherhood - and the weight of her, tucked against my chest while she sleeps.

Right now, my body is changing.
Sometimes tired (often in fact).
Sometimes aching.
Sometimes feeling unfamiliar in the mirror.
But it’s also steady. Capable. Still mine. Still here.

I don’t always love how it looks.
But I’ve made the choice, over and over again, to meet it with respect, not criticism.
To honour what it’s done for me. What it still does.
Because this body isn’t just my home.
It was her first home too. 💜

So I move gently. I rebuild slowly.
I multitask, rest, stretch, carry, feed, and recover.
And through all of it, I come back to this truth:
My body is not broken. It’s becoming. And I am rediscovering my body and me through the lense of motherhood.

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