Executive Health Coach

Executive Health Coach I am a no BS kind of guy that thrives on the success of all my clients. I use a blend of group and one-one coaching online and offline.

Before I take this global and slap a trademark on it.I need a ruling from the public.I may ‘may’ have just created the g...
03/05/2026

Before I take this global and slap a trademark on it.

I need a ruling from the public.

I may ‘may’ have just created the greatest burger known to man.

Working title.

The Fallon Burger.

We’re talking.

M&S Best Ever Beef Burger.

Spicy cheese.

Halloumi.

Chorizo sausage.

This isn’t a meal.

This is a life decision.

Now before I go full Dragons’ Den with it.

Has this been done before?

Or am I about to change the burger game forever?

Serious answers only.

(And by serious, I mean biased in my favour.)

Do you see the young lady in the middle of the photo?That’s Talia.And honestly.I’m blown away by her.At 17 years old, th...
02/05/2026

Do you see the young lady in the middle of the photo?

That’s Talia.

And honestly.

I’m blown away by her.

At 17 years old, the level of maturity, discipline, and intent she carries is rare.

She’s been working alongside me at the gym.

Helping build the U21 brand through social media.

And what she creates isn’t just “good for her age”

It’s exceptional.

Full stop.

Her eye for detail, her creativity, the way she tells stories through content.

It’s a gift from God.

But what’s impressed me even more lately.

Is the decision she’s made behind the scenes.

She’s stepped into the gym herself.

0700 sessions on a Saturday.

Quiet work.

No fuss.

Just turning up and getting after it.

That says everything about her.

She’s not just building a brand.

She’s building herself.

And this year, we’ve started working together on something even bigger.

Spreading the gospel through Instagram and YouTube.

Using the very gifts she’s been given, not just to grow a business.

But to point people towards something greater.

That takes courage.

At any age.

Let alone 17.

Talia also runs her own business and it’s growing fast.

Not by chance.

But because she’s consistent, she cares, and she’s willing to do the work most people avoid.

As a dad.

I look at young people like her and feel a real sense of hope.

She’s becoming a brilliant role model to my girls.

And somewhere along the way, she’s become a dear friend too.

Proud of you, Talia.

Keep going.

You’re only just getting started. .thecreative

I’ve been spending a lot of time with a man who makes me question everything.In the best possible way.I’m not even sure ...
01/05/2026

I’ve been spending a lot of time with a man who makes me question everything.

In the best possible way.

I’m not even sure he knows the impact he’s had on me.

So this is me saying it, as it is.

My brother in Christ, Emosi.

Last year.

My headspace was crippling me.

Living inside the top six inches felt like a battlefield I couldn’t escape.

My little cousin passed away.

My sister relapsed.

A good friend and mentor took his own life.

There was no peace.

No breathing space.

No room for anything but pain and anger.

Then Emosi stood up and preached on forgiveness at City Life Church.

Not theory.

Not something polished.

His journey.

Raw.

Honest.

Obedient.

And something hit me hard.

I realised I wasn’t seeking Jesus enough.

I wasn’t surrendering.

I was trying to carry things I was never meant to carry.

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”

(Matthew 11:28)

That moment, combined with the Gateway Conference, shifted something in me.

Not overnight.

Not perfectly.

But deeply.

Through time spent with Emosi.

I’ve started to understand the heart of Jesus in a different way.

Not just love.

But obedience.

Surrender.

Forgiveness when it makes no sense.

“Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.”

(Ephesians 4:32)

The kind that frees you.

Not them.

And if I’m honest.

I’m still learning.

Still wrestling.

Still showing up.

But I’m not where I was.

“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him”

(Romans 8:28)

And sometimes God places people in your life not to make you comfortable.

But to call you higher.

“As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another.”

(Proverbs 27:17)

Emosi has been that for me.

Iron sharpening iron.

Grateful is an understatement.

I spoke on Saturday in front of our men’s community at City Life Church.And if I’m honest I didn’t hide behind anything....
27/04/2026

I spoke on Saturday in front of our men’s community at City Life Church.

And if I’m honest I didn’t hide behind anything.

It wasn’t a polished version.

There was no “coach voice.”

Just me telling the truth about my life.

About the hole I’ve had missing.

But tried to fill over the years.

There were moments where I could feel it.

Like, you’ve said too much here.

But I carried on anyway.

Because I think most men are walking around holding things in.

And calling it strength.

And it’s not.

Afterwards, something strange happened.

I didn’t feel drained.

I didn’t feel exposed.

I felt calm.

Proper calm.

And hopeful.

Because of what happened after.

The conversations.

The nods.

The “yeah… I’ve been there.”

The stuff people don’t usually say out loud.

It wasn’t about me anymore.

It felt like a few walls came down in the room.

Like people realised they’re not the only one carrying things quietly.

And that’s bigger than any talk.

I’ve spent a lot of years trying to hold everything together.

Not realising Jesus Christ is the glue that keeps us together.

Saturday reminded me.

There’s something far more powerful in just being honest.

Broken and not fixed.

In your mess and not perfect.

Just honest.

And trusting that lands where it’s meant to.

Video is in the comments.

Gents.I’m speaking on Saturday 25th April.The talk’s called “Filling the Jesus Hole.”I won’t dress it up.It’s basically ...
21/04/2026

Gents.

I’m speaking on Saturday 25th April.

The talk’s called “Filling the Jesus Hole.”

I won’t dress it up.

It’s basically me telling the truth about my life.

Rugby lad.

Worked in a butchers.

A colourful upbringing.

Joined the Navy to get away from it all.

Ended up becoming a Royal Navy Physical Training Instructor.

Thought I was someone.

Then it was the lifestyle.

Festivals, drink and whatever else.

Thought that was living.

It worked.

Until it didn’t.

Then life got real.

Family stuff.

Becoming a dad.

Watching my dad die when I couldn’t even forgive him.

Struggling in ways I didn’t even understand at the time.

Even when I started going to church.

Owned the gym.

Stopped drinking.

I still wasn’t right.

Looked good on the outside.

But underneath.

I knew.

I was still trying to fill something.

This isn’t a talk about being perfect.

Or having it all together.

It’s about what happens when you realise
none of the things you’ve been using actually work.

And why I’ve come to believe.

That what we’re trying to fill isn’t just “something missing”

It’s someone.

If that resonates even a little bit.

Come down.

No pressure.

No expectations.

Just real talk.

Saturday 25th April.

City Life Church, Portsmouth.

0900.

If you’re carrying something quietly.

You’re not the only one.

PTQ52 formed up ready for instruction.If you know, you know.
14/04/2026

PTQ52 formed up ready for instruction.

If you know, you know.

Great night.
11/04/2026

Great night.

40 years young.Karl turns 40 today.And I’ve been thinking.I’ve known this man for 20 years.I still remember when we firs...
10/04/2026

40 years young.

Karl turns 40 today.

And I’ve been thinking.

I’ve known this man for 20 years.

I still remember when we first met.

McCoy brought us together.

And from that moment, we just clicked.

There are a lot of memories over the years.

But there’s one summer in 2013 that always stands out.

Now.

I won’t be saying much about that.

Let’s just say some stories are best left where they belong.

But what I will say is this.

Karl, I respect you massively.

Your integrity.

Your willingness to do the right thing, even when it’s not the easy thing.

Your heart for people.

You’re a light in more lives than you probably realise.

You’ve been there for me in some tough moments.

And those bro dates.

They mean more than you know.

So today, on your 40th.

Happy birthday, brother.

I love you, son.

Here’s to many more years of laughter, growth and maybe slightly less incriminating summers.

Another setback but not the end of the storyAnother accident.Another fall.And this time it’s cost me a ligament in my an...
08/04/2026

Another setback but not the end of the story

Another accident.

Another fall.

And this time it’s cost me a ligament in my ankle.

Crutches back out.

Feet up more than I’d like.

And if I’m honest a bit of cabin fever creeping in.

Having drop foot on my right side means that leg doesn’t always do what I ask of it.

It drags.

It catches.

And every now and then it reminds me I’m not as in control as I’d like to think.

This time it caught me out.

Today my brother picked me up.

Cinema.

Food.

Time together.

Nothing fancy but exactly what I needed.

Just someone saying without saying, “I’ve got you.”

Big Dan, thank you bro.

Always there to lift me when I need it most.

There’s a verse that keeps coming back to me in moments like this:

“Though he may stumble, he will not fall, for the Lord upholds him with His hand.”

(Psalm 37:24)

I might be on crutches right now.

But I’m not down.

Just another chapter.

And like always we move forward, one step at a time.

10 months ago, everything changed.In June, I fully ruptured both tendons in my left pec attempting 180 kilos.That moment...
23/03/2026

10 months ago, everything changed.

In June, I fully ruptured both tendons in my left pec attempting 180 kilos.

That moment was more than just an injury.

It felt like a line in the sand.

A final goodbye to serious lifting as I knew it.

And when you add in the significant drop foot on my right side after the disc injury in my back, there has been a lot to accept.

A lot to let go of.

A lot to rebuild.

But if there is one thing I believe deeply, it’s this.

Consistency builds momentum.

Not motivation.

Not hype.

Not the perfect plan.

Just showing up.

Again and again.

Doing the work in front of you.

Respecting the process.

Trusting the ‘boring’ stuff.

So that’s what I’ve done with my pec rehab.

No drama.

No chasing old numbers.

No pretending I’m the man I was 10 years ago.

Just steady work.

Progressive overload.

Patience.

Humility.

Repeat.

Then last Friday, I felt the golden number calling.

100 kilos.

There is something about benching 100 that makes you feel like you’re in the club.

It’s one of those numbers lifters understand without needing it explained.

A club I’m not really in anymore.

But for one moment last week, I stepped back into it.

I benched 100 kilos again.

And straight afterwards, I made myself a promise to the Big Man.

I’m never benching again.

Not because I can’t.

Because I don’t want to go back into that headspace of chasing more.

More weight.

More numbers.

More proof.

I’ve got nothing to prove there anymore.

What I needed, I proved to myself.

That the body can adapt.

That progress is still possible.

That rehab is not separate from training.

It is training.

And progressive overload, when applied with patience and wisdom, is still one of the most fundamental principles there is.

This season looks different.

But different doesn’t mean done.

If anything, it has reminded me that strength is not just about what you can lift.

Sometimes strength is having the discipline to rebuild.

Sometimes it’s knowing when enough is enough.

And sometimes it’s hitting the number.

And walking away.

  Has anyone ever done, a marathon on each back to back in one day - Ski/Bike/Row?
14/03/2026



Has anyone ever done, a marathon on each back to back in one day - Ski/Bike/Row?

My wife found an old USB stick the other day.On it was a photo that stopped me in my tracks.It took me straight back to ...
13/03/2026

My wife found an old USB stick the other day.

On it was a photo that stopped me in my tracks.

It took me straight back to a time when I spent almost every day with my dear friend Knox.

Back then we were always talking about the future.

Big plans.

Big ideas.

The kind of conversations that make you feel like the whole world is waiting for you.

What I realise now is something I probably didn’t fully appreciate at the time.

Knox was mentoring me.

Not formally.

Just through conversations, life experience, and the way he carried himself.

By this point we had already travelled the world together through the rugby league.

Seen a lot.

Learned a lot.

Around the time that photo was taken I had just met Sharlotte my now wife.

Not long after that moment my life changed direction.

I left the Navy.

Started building a family.

And began the path that would eventually lead me to the life I have today.

Looking back now, I realise how much of those conversations with Knox stayed with me.

The wisdom.

The guidance.

The quiet lessons you carry into the next chapter of life.

Right now Knox has started writing his own blog.

And if you enjoy reading storytelling that is raw, honest and real.

I highly recommend giving it a read.

Some voices are worth listening to.

Knox is definitely one of them.

Love you Knox my brother.

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