I was…

I was 16 years old, running around after kids on a tennis court – attempting to articulate the difference between the base line and service line.

I was 17 years old, my skin soaking in chlorine while my physiology struggled to regulate my internal body temperature as I spent my Sunday mornings with toddlers teaching water safety.

I was 18 years old, dropping out of an exercise science degree I had committed my previous year studying towards; serving latte’s and long blacks to the 7am regulars.

I was 19 years old, consuming podcasts by the dozen, obsessed with calorie and step counts, ignorant to the fact that my sex drive and hormone profile was similar to that of my Grandfather. 

I was 20 years old, enrolled in an education degree, and after barely having the strength to hold myself up, I decided to have a slice of bread, instantly feeling a wave of energy as soon as the glucose hit my bloodstream. 

I was 21 years old, discovering CrossFit, high on caffeine and the post WOD hormonal surges, eating my body weight in basmati rice to attempt to satiate my relentless metabolism. 

I was 22 years old, coaching fitness, validating my own insecurities – there were people who needed to be fixed just as much as I did; all the while feeling a pull towards this profession. 

I was 23 years old, a university graduate, with no more clarity on my future as to when I first began – time to get creative. 

I was 24 years old, moved interstate, curios and yet committed to actualising a career as a fitness professional.

I am 25 years old, having coached fitness across the country, and beginning to uncover a compassionate relationship to myself, bleeding into my servicing of others:

Head & Heart is born.