Up and down pools, in and out of gyms, along dusty country roads and through daring dreams it runs: the path to greatness.
Every yard that’s swum, each pound that’s lifted and every mile that’s traversed become yet another brick that’s forged to this path, clearing the way for you to inch forward. Over there, by the horizon, your goals beckon.
Rarely, though, is it a straight path.
My own injuries veered me almost entirely off course. It happened so quickly: a simple mishap during a soccer scrimmage between pool workouts. A searing pain that lingered for years, and doubts that grew with each passing day.
Some called me crazy for fighting it. “Who’s crazy?” I always shot back. “He who gave up, or he who gave himself a second chance?”
I listened to my body and learned to read its signals. My failures made me wiser. Through my injuries, I found ways to become stronger.
Years later, when I finally hung up my cap and goggles and walked away, it was on my own terms. I had achieved far more than I set out to do. I had stood atop podiums, represented my country and, more importantly, proved to myself that I had what it took.
I’ve now made it my career to help others go faster, better, further. Swimmer Strength is the sum of my experiences, my knowledge and my determination to propel others to greatness.