I'm no longer the crooked man

Two weeks ago I told you about a client whose police department called him The Crooked Man.

Three years of low back pain. Leaning sideways in uniform. Three cortisone injections that all failed inside a day.

He messaged me this morning.

“I’m no longer the crooked man, which is feeling really good to say.”

Same guy, a few months apart. The lean is gone.

He also hit 205 on the floor press. Three reps on his last set. He said it made him a little emotional, in a good way.

“It feels good to feel like a man again.”

That’s the line I’d underline.

He didn’t come to me to press 205. He came because his back had taken his confidence at work, his training, and a big piece of how he saw himself. The number is just the receipt.

Before we started, here’s what he’d already been through: surgeries, shots, physical therapy that went nowhere, and doctors handing him pills and wishing him luck.

None of that was ever aimed at why his back kept giving out. All of it was aimed at the pain.

That’s the difference, and it’s the reason he’s standing straight in that second photo.

Hope you’re moving well and brewing better. ☕

Gabe

PS. If you’ve collected the same list, the shots, the therapy, the good luck, and nothing has held, book a call and tell me what you’ve tried.