Moving Through Life
I’ve always been an active person. Growing up, sports were just part of my DNA. Moving my body wasn’t a chore. It was fun, natural, and woven into the rhythm of everyday life. But now that life feels a little busier and my schedule tighter, being active has started to feel harder.
Maybe it’s because I’ve realized I actually kind of hate the gym. You walk in and suddenly you’re expected to just know what to do. There’s this whole gym culture where everyone looks like they belong in a fitness magazine, nodding at each other like old friends, while I’m there trying to remember a move I saw on TikTok, hoping my form is okay and praying I don’t resemble a confused emoji.
So slowly I ditched the gym. Instead, I started exploring: random workout classes, sometimes even ballet. And this year I’ve decided to be intentional about movement and stretching. Not for me now, necessarily, but for future me, the one running around with grandchildren, still laughing, still Glamma instead of Grandma.
This corner of my Haus is all about wellness and movement. I’ll share the classes I try, my little workout experiments, and reflections on moving my body in this season of life. Because maybe fitness isn’t about the perfect routine. It’s about showing up for yourself, one step, stretch, or plié at a time.
love,
Sake
My Half Marathon Era
Diva, gather round, because I have an announcement.
I, Sake Imani Harris, have officially signed up for my first marathon.
Well, half marathon. But please. A diva never runs anything halfway.
And you know how everyone says that post grad you have two choices.
Graduate school or a marathon.
I said why not both. Why not cry over LSAT logic games and cry during mile eight. Balance.
But let me be honest. I did not sign up for the shiny medal at the finish line, even though I already know I will pose like a sponsored Nike athlete. And I did not sign up for the mid race tequila shot, even though I will absolutely be participating.
I signed up because somewhere between leaving sports behind and becoming a functioning adult, I forgot what it felt like to do something hard on purpose. My mental toughness got a little soft. My discipline got a little sleepy. And running, of all things, hates me as much as I hate it.
So naturally, I decided to run 13.1 miles. Because what is girlhood if not dramatic decision making and delusion wrapped in ambition.
This race feels like my personal renaissance. My comeback era. My “if I can do this, I can do anything” chapter. I am training not to be fast, but to be brave again. To remind myself that I can build grit the same way you build confidence, one uncomfortable step at a time.
Right now I am in the market for running shoes. A girl cannot conquer the world, or the pavement, in bad footwear.
So divas, DM me your favorites.
Your holy grails.
Your cloud like, arch saving, blister preventing suggestions.
Because apparently I am a runner now.
A glamorous one.
A slightly delusional one.
But a runner all the same.
xoxo,
Sake
November 17, 2025
Divine Discipline And A Little Delusion
Sometimes I sit and wonder, at what point does a woman finally get tired of being tired? And then it hit me. It is today. It is literally today.
My friend Serenity and I have been saying for months that we are going to get healthy, get fit, get snatched. And yet there we were, repeating the same habits like the scripture says, a man returning to his own vomit. Except for me the vomit was Chick-fil-A, Jeni’s Ice Cream, and that butter gooey cake with sprinkles that I love a little too much. The way sugar has had me in a chokehold is honestly embarrassing.
But suddenly I realized we have outgrown the girls we used to be. We are stepping into the women God has called us to be. Not in the cheesy Pinterest type of way, but in the real way where you respect the temple you were given, hydrate, stretch, and stop acting like your body can run off desserts and ambition alone.
To me, honoring my body means being the cutest, softest, most flourishing diva God designed. God did not create me to be out of breath on a single staircase. He created me to glow and to live in joy, not frustration at the habits I refuse to change.
Then I talked to my friend Gyasi, and that conversation was so real that it birthed what we now call The Great Lock-In. That is the moment we committed to training for this half marathon together. I love when God puts people in your life who are growing at the same pace. That is how you know they are truly for you. Accountability, support, love, and a couple of slightly delusional motivational speeches.
And then ChatGPT humbled me with a body analysis and told me I do not need to lose weight, I just need to tone up. So apparently I do not want to be skinny. I want to be snatched. That felt like a revelation.
So here is the plan for my February glow-up era:
Whole foods. Real foods. Actual nutrients.
I either pack my lunch or I go to Sweetgreen and act like I am in an episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians ordering something leafy and dramatic.Working out 3 to 4 times a week.
A normal person would do light cardio. I decided to train for a half marathon. So now I run constantly and I have to lift so I do not turn into a very fast noodle. Running apparently burns muscle. No one told me that part.
Somewhere in all of this, I had a Carrie Bradshaw moment where I wondered, when did taking care of my body stop feeling like punishment and start feeling like worship?
So yes, I am training. I am eating real food. Serenity and I are stepping into the women God saw when He created us. February, we will be snatched. March 1st is the half marathon.
Say a prayer for me. And if you see butter gooey cake with sprinkles, take it away.
Love,
Sake
December 11, 2025