joshshumantraining

I had a 14 year old who could beat her defender in her sleep. Perfect first step. Good handle. Could get into the paint whenever she wanted. Then the help defender would rotate over and she’d completely freeze. Pick up her dribble while still 12 feet from the rim. Eyes get wide. Panic pass to […]

I had someone show me their workout last week. Single-leg squats on a bosu ball while doing bicep curls. Some kind of plank variation that involved moving their arms and legs at the same time. Burpees with a medicine ball overhead. When I asked what muscle groups they were trying to work, they just stared

Defenders used to play off me by three feet. Not because I couldn’t shoot. Because they knew I’d never actually drive past them. Catch the ball. Jab step. Take one dribble. Feel a hand on my hip. Panic. Pick up my dribble. Spin around looking for someone to bail me out. I wasn’t a threat.

I was stuck for six years. Chronic knee pain. Back pain. Couldn’t build muscle. Couldn’t get stronger. Tried different mobility protocols. Advanced training methods. Special exercises I found buried in research papers. Supplements. Recovery tools. When something flared up, I’d spiral. Google my symptoms at 2am. Convince myself I was broken. Try a completely different

Last month, I worked with a middle schooler who had the most frustrating shooting problem I’ve seen. He’d either swish it or airball it. No in-between. No rim, no backboard, just perfect or terrible. “It feels random,” he told me. “Like I have no idea which one it’s gonna be.” His dad was equally confused.

“It’s too cold to walk.” I’ve heard that line three times in the past week. Different clients, same excuse, same predictable outcome: they stopped moving, their steps tanked, and now they’re wondering why their weight’s creeping back up and their joints hurt again. One of them had been crushing it all fall. 7,000 steps daily,

Last week, I watched a kid completely fall apart during a game. Good player. Solid skills. Practiced hard. But the moment the defense picked up full court, the moment his defender got in his space, the moment the game got tight, he looked like someone trying to solve a math equation while riding a rollercoaster.

Last week, a client came in moving like a rusted robot. Every time she reached for something overhead—grabbing a plate from the cabinet, putting luggage in the overhead bin, existing in general—her face would scrunch up like she’d just bitten into a lemon. “My shoulder’s been killing me for months,” she said. “I’ve stretched it.