There was a time I couldn’t train. Not because I didn’t want to—because my body said no. Hard stop. It wasn’t a lazy day. It wasn’t a recovery week. It was my nervous system slamming the brakes, MS whispering Let’s see who you are without the barbell. And that silence? That absence of plates clanking, sweat dripping, Continue reading

When I was diagnosed with MS, the first thing that tried to break wasn’t my legs—it was my identity. Not in a loud, crashing way. It was quiet. Subtle. Like a slow leak in the foundation of who I thought I was. I didn’t break down. I didn’t fall apart. In fact, part of me Continue reading