You don’t have to be an aging psychopath trying to compete in two strength sports, but how about a walk or grabbing a mat and doing some stretches after a long day at your desk?

It's about feeling all of it, and choosing to show up anyway.

What we can promise is this: we'll listen, we'll lead with kindness, and no matter how long you're here — whether it's a week or a decade — you'll feel welcome.

The external focus of training doesn’t define me anymore — it supports me.

What started as a bit of a “I’ll show you” turned into a hobby, then an obsession, then a complete life overhaul.

Somewhere deep down is the fear that if we let ourselves fully feel hope or joy — if we believe in it — then the fall will be worse.

If I were listening to someone describe MY life, I’d think it sounded pretty fucking incredible.

Let’s take that second and head back to 2021 Sarah, who didn’t have it all figured out (and still doesn’t) but made one of the best decisions of her life…

Being invited, feeling valued, like I actually belonged — meant more than qualifying ever could.

The biggest takeaway from this experience is that I found my joy for competing again. I felt worthy, I felt included, and above all I felt like I was capable of more.

Use this injury as a test to work on your inner strength, which has a lot more relevance to the rest of your life than snatch and clean and jerk.

After initially feeling like an awkward loser, I decided to give less fucks and embrace my role as the guy who knows nothing.

Sometimes it’s go hard, sometimes it's go home, and only you can take action either way.

The older I get, the closer my circle becomes, and honestly, that’s great, because I am tired.

Keeping shame secret actually just makes it BIGGER, so let's shed some light on it!

In reality I am just a person who chooses to do a lot of really hard things at once.

Marriage didn’t work out? That’s OK, I just nailed a ring muscle up!

Back then, my training sessions began and ended with a cigarette, smoked whilst driving the 1km to the gym down the road, which, even 20 years ago, was fairly unorthodox.

I genuinely find comfort and reward in pushing myself to the point of burnout or injury, because this validates my need to feel like I’m doing enough, and that I am, in fact, enough.

My self imposed mission is to help people recognise their strengths, both physically and mentally, and embrace who they are without necessarily needing to see this effort and progress reflected in the mirror.