Stories about faith, fitness, and the healing of broken hearts, minds, and bodies 

He was an older dad, a 70-year-old gentleman, who served as the head of his department at the state university. He drove a Beemer and dressed business casual every time he brought his pre-teen son to train with me. “I really want him to be good at pushups,” he said. “I want him to feel strong because I think he’s being bullied.” I empathized, telling him a few things about my story. He reddened. I had never seen fire in someone’s face so quickly. Perhaps there was more to his

She came to work out. Instead, she spent the hour telling me about what her daughter was going through at school. I know how to guide a person into their routine, but there are times when people just need to vent. Some call it therapy, and it’s as much of a release for them as exercising. I empathized as she stood before me, hands flailing, tears surfacing. She reminded me of the many parents I’ve talked to over the years who desperately want to save their children from bully

I had just spoken to 100 students and left thirty of them in tears. As I sat in my car reflecting on their faces, shielded by their...