Tana Hutchinson

I know. I’ve known for years. I’ve been stacking healthy habits for a good long while now: daily movement, mornings that belong to me, and a handful of promises I keep no matter what. You’d think by now I’d have this whole getting-out-of-my-own-way thing completely handled. And then life hands me a fresh, friendly reminder that I’m still a work in progress.

This site is built around twenty minutes of movement a day, every day, no matter what. So alcohol looks like a swerve. It’s actually where the road started. The Non-Negotiable 20™ did not start in a gym. It started on an ordinary Monday afternoon in southern California, with a beer I had already decided I didn’t want, handed to me by someone being kind. I took it. And something inside me went very quiet.

Some of the best workouts don’t look like workouts at all. This past weekend, a group of friends traded their usual networking and social events for pickleball paddles and a little friendly competition. The turnout was wonderful. The competition was spirited, the laughs were plentiful, and the sense of community was as strong as ever.