Such a big question! Such an important question. And such a tough one for kids and teens to answer.
I have always been in awe over those that have it all figured out. To decide, sort it out, follow the right path and see it through! I was not one
of those.
First, I thought I wanted to be an ECE teacher. A world of new minds to teach. A sea of inquisitive and inventive interests! The ability to be a part of the future of these young prodigies! I enrolled in a co-op program in high school and was placed in a local daycare. It didn’t quite go as planned. I now know it takes a very special person to be able to manage all those kids … all at the same time…the planning of activities…the ability to keep them engaged all the while watching for the nose pickers and the pant wetters. Talk about stress! The ah-ha moment came when one little student came running up to me, so excited to tell me a story. “Miss Heather, Miss Heather, guess what I just did?” Now it’s not like I am an unkind person, or I don’t like kids, but at that moment, I realized I didn’t care what that cute little child did. It just didn’t matter to me. That was the end of that career.
I moved on. What else did I like? I always thought I would like to own something…a hotel…a spa…a restaurant and I always wanted to travel, and oh I loved to talk. Why not Hotel and Restaurant Management? I was accepted! My friend and I found a little basement apartment in London. She was at Western. I was at Fanshawe. A huge population of students from our high school were also in London. Suffice to say, we had lots of fun. The program sounded promising, and I managed to get through the first year with enthusiasm and excitement for my future.
My first co-op was at the Banff Springs Golf Course! As I was given a job in the golf club office, I had the privilege of living in the apartment right above the clubhouse along with one of the golf starters named Morven – the coolest girl and most amazing golfer, and we became fast friends. She knew all the locals and all the greatest places to eat and hang out. Summer was what it should be – making money, spending money, having fun! However, this was meant to only be a summer job. A return to school was part of the gig. The plan? My family would drive out, vacation, visit and take some of my stuff home and I would fly back with one suitcase. Second-year was part of the deal. Move into my apartment I had been paying for all summer and begin another school year. I had a new plan.
“Hey Mom and Dad, how about I move up to Sunshine Village with my pal Morven and work on the hill. And guess what? I already have a job! I will be the dining room hostess!” I pleaded. I played the money card – you know the one where you say, “I don’t want to waste any more money on a course I don’t want to do. I want to be a writer… go to Journalism school.” This didn’t go over well. But with careful persuasion and some tears, I was granted one year off. I was on my way to Sunshine Village! I was the hostess in the dining room, and I was a part of the entertainment, performing weekly for the hotel guests. And I got to ski for free!
I proposed another year off to backpack through Europe. That one didn’t even get to the negotiation stage. So, after a second summer at the golf course, I returned home and went back to school.
Journalism and writing became my passion. I studied – I truly did, and I took subjects that opened my eyes to experiences I never thought of. My possible vocations went from political writer, foreign correspondent, magazine and publishing, perhaps a radio personality and always author. Sky’s the limit, as “they” say.
But first I would travel—one year. Around the world (or part of it), on 26 flights, trains, boats, skeptical looking buses, dubious looking boats, and a lot on foot. Being constantly dirty. Being constantly excited. And experiencing all adventures with one of my very best friends! How can things get any better, you ask? Australia. We landed in Australia! Exactly how the book described it! After experiencing Europe, Turkey, the Greek Islands, Singapore, Malaysia, Indonesia (which we loved), now we were in Oz! Crazy beautiful!
I had three jobs in Sydney. One was at a sandwich shop at Coogee Beach. They paid me with a small bit of money and a slightly bigger bit of food. My second job was in an Optometrist office where I learned to do all kinds of things – none of which I was really qualified for. And then, through a bit, ok a lot of let’s call it exaggeration, I surprisingly got a job as a receptionist at Warner Chappell Music – the Publishing side of Warner Records. I was the worst receptionist in the world, and every time I did something wrong, which was often, my response was, “I am so sorry…. we don’t have this in Canada.” That worked for a while, and they finally decided they had enough of me. But instead of firing me, they transferred me into a different department and then into another until I was promoted to A&R manager – a position I knew nothing about! The only Australian music I knew was Midnight Oil and INXS. My office was huge, and I had never seen so many records – floor to ceiling and wall to wall! Very cool job, but I was young and very inexperienced. Again, I was moved. Licensing manager - this was the one! I was responsible for finding, negotiating, and licensing music for TV, commercials, and everything in between. This was my calling. I stayed in this role for a few years - I, of course, learned about music, but more importantly, I learned about people. My company applied for my residency, and after three tries and going to Immigration court, my application was stamped DENIED! It was suggested I go home and apply again but going backward in anything is hard. And now things were happening back home, and I realized I missed my family and friends and with the help of my Aussie contacts was able to land an awesome job in Toronto still in music.
Travelling taught me so much. I learned patience, understanding, respect for the countries, respect for the people. While in Europe, I easily transitioned to vegetarian. In Australia, I found exercise and, on a bet, started to run. When I returned home, I slowly moved into the world of veganism. I joined the Toronto Y, which was across the street from my downtown office. I took step, cardio and strength training classes. I studied karate and got to my brown belt level. I took boxing, squash and kept up with my running. I felt the benefits in my mind, my body, and my heart. It wasn’t until I moved back to Hamilton and took a job at Bell that I realized my future could be in fitness.
My sister started a personal training business. She wanted me to join her, but I wasn’t quite ready – but I did take the step and returned to school to become certified and learn the science behind fitness. The closure of Bell Canada Hamilton came at a good time, and I stepped into the magic of the fitness life! Our second son was born, and I took my first client a few months after. Most of my clients have been with me for 10-20 years. They have transformed my life, and I hope I have theirs.
Training came naturally for me, and we cultivated a deep and broad client base. As the company grew, so did my responsibilities and love for all thing’s fitness. My sister and I worked hard together for 20 years and I loved my role as Director of Wellness, which allowed me to keep working directly with my clients and immerse myself in leadership.
Sometimes growth means change, and my sister moved into corporate leadership work and I strengthened my love for health, wellness, and helping others. I re-branded again, and Heather Hurst Fitness was born.
So, what do you want to be when you grow up?
Well, I wanted to be a ballerina (still do), an actor (still do), a firefighter (decided as I don’t like fire, this one was a bad idea), a flight attendant (decided on this too old…and I didn’t speak French), a reporter, a radio host, a teacher, a Dr. (for a very brief moment until I realized all the schooling I had to do). I wanted to take tap (I have the shoes), guitar, painting, French, own a bookstore, a vegan bakery, a vegan bakery within a bookstore, but it always came back to my love and commitment to fitness and wellness.
I’m proud of the business I have built and the business I will continue to build. My love of writing, cooking, baking, and wellness has brought me to where I am now sitting at my dining room table, listening to music, and typing out my thoughts which hopefully will bring you, the readers, some entertainment. I hope this also gives you an idea of who I am. And I hope you will continue to return to my website, look at my recipes and read my writings.
I am a lover of travel, learning, sharing. I have endured pain from an old hip and now rejoice in the strength of a new hip. I love to run. I love to talk about running. I love reading, gardening, food, and I love being vegan (25 + years). I love exercise. I love to feel good. I love it when my clients feel good. I love it when my clients are both having fun and working hard during a session. I love that during this pandemic, I have been able to transition over to virtual training. I also love that the clients that couldn’t be virtual are returning for face-to-face training and that I can still offer the virtual training to those that want it.
Over the winter, I subscribed to online ballet fitness. I learned to indoor row. I signed up for virtual dance classes through the Stratford Festival. And I enjoyed six months of a virtual theatre program through Theatre Ancaster, which will hopefully bring me into a live theatrical performance when this is permitted. I baked and cooked, read and wrote and joined a women’s golf league! So really, I did a lot of the things I dreamed of doing. I found my passion. I can say that in 20 years I feel fit, healthy, happy, creative, and….me.
So... What do you want to do when you grow up?
I hope you want to ...
BE YOU!!!
Together We Will.