I Was the Kid Who Didn't Make the Team.
I wanted to be a basketball player. Not a coach — a player. I wasn't naturally gifted, but I worked at it. Hours at the YMCA running drills I found online, buying programs, practicing alone. I thought if I just put in the work I'd get my shot.
I didn't make the team. It crushed me.
"I wanted to be the coach I wish I had. That's still the whole mission."
Then came the injuries. SI joint stress reaction, chronic plantar fasciitis, sciatica, chronic shoulder impingement. I went to orthopedic doctors and physical therapists and got nowhere. Actually got worse with some of the treatment — including being put in a brace that made things worse, not better. I felt failed over and over. Nobody could explain why things hurt or what to actually do about it.
So I decided to figure it out myself. I studied Applied Exercise Science at Springfield College. I sought out the people who were actually thinking about this stuff differently — physical therapists, strength coaches, skills coaches, biomechanics specialists who were focused on real results rather than following conventional playbooks. A huge part of my education happened outside of any classroom, learning directly from people doing the work at a high level.
I took on internships with coaches at the Division I and professional level. I earned my CSCS and my Conor Harris Biomechanics Specialist certification. Along the way I made real progress — but what stuck with me was how different that experience was from everything I'd been told to do before.
At some point I realized the goal had shifted. I didn't just want to get better — I wanted to help other people not go through what I went through. 9+ years in, that's still the whole mission.
Fair warning: the dry humor, sarcasm, and occasional absurdity are part of the package. Sessions tend to be kind of fun. But I take your results seriously.
