I weighed 137.5kg. I was 50 years old. I'd never run a day in my life. I lost my best friend to cancer and promised I would do something to raise money and make sure I became fitter and healthier to take care of his family.
Three years later, I've completed three London Marathons and just hit a sub-2 hour half marathon at 53. Not because I'm special. Because I did the work.
This isn't a fitness guru playbook. It's a real man's journey. And if you're over 40, worried about joint pain, suspicious of fitness fads, and tired of generic advice — this is for you.