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.

18 years ago I passed the Royal Navy Physical Training Course.And honestly.It was by the skin of my teeth.I’d already ha...
30/01/2026

18 years ago I passed the Royal Navy Physical Training Course.

And honestly.

It was by the skin of my teeth.

I’d already had ankle surgery and an ACL reconstruction.

So if you were looking at the odds on paper.

I probably shouldn’t have been on the course at all.

Let alone finishing it.

But somehow I scraped through and earned that white vest and jacket.

Anyone who’s been there knows exactly what that means.

What I’m most grateful for though isn’t the qualification.

It’s the lads I passed with.

To still be best mates with some of them all these years later.

And to see one of them every single day.

That’s something I’ll never take for granted.

Time moves fast.

Bodies take a beating.

But shared hardship forges bonds that don’t fade.

Grateful then.

Grateful now.

“How are you still training, Dan?”It’s a fair question.I’ve got great friends who played elite sport.I’ve got great frie...
28/01/2026

“How are you still training, Dan?”

It’s a fair question.

I’ve got great friends who played elite sport.

I’ve got great friends who served in elite military teams.

None of them walked away untouched.

Every one of them carries something.

A shoulder, a knee, a back, a nervous system that’s seen too much.

So when people ask how I’m still training,
the honest answer is.

I don’t train like I used to.

And I don’t live like I used to either.

I was wired to push limits.

To see how far I could go.

To find out what was on the other side of discomfort.

Did I push too hard at times?

Yeah.

No doubt.

That’s part of why my body has forced me to adapt.

But I wouldn’t change it.

Because that same drive is how I’ve built anything worthwhile in my life.

A career.

A business.

A marriage.

A relationship with Christ.

There’s a moment in Scripture that’s always stuck with me.

“Jacob was left alone, and a man wrestled with him till daybreak.”

(Genesis 32:24)

Jacob wrestles all night.

He doesn’t win.

He doesn’t walk away untouched.

He walks away limping.

“So Jacob called the place Peniel, saying, ‘It is because I saw God face to face, and yet my life was spared.’

The sun rose above him as he passed Peniel, and he was limping because of his hip.”

(Genesis 32:30–31)

That part matters.

He gets the blessing.

But he also carries the mark of the struggle.

That’s life.

You wrestle.

Then grow.

You change.

Sometimes physically.

Sometimes mentally.

Sometimes spiritually.

And you learn that strength doesn’t always look like domination anymore.

Paul puts it better than I ever could.

“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”

(2 Corinthians 12:9)

So yeah I still train.

But now it’s smarter.

More intentional.

More grateful.

I move because I can.

I train because it keeps me grounded.

I adapt because that’s what I had to do.

I may limp in places.

But I’m still moving forward.

Still wrestling for the blessing.

Changing intensity during injury has been my greatest nemesis.Ex-military PT.One speed.Hard and fast.If it wasn’t brutal...
19/01/2026

Changing intensity during injury has been my greatest nemesis.

Ex-military PT.

One speed.

Hard and fast.

If it wasn’t brutal, it didn’t feel like it counted.

Injury has forced me to learn something new.

Different gears.

Different paces.

Different definitions of progress.

And honestly?

I’ve been humbled every single day.

Turns out backing off isn’t weakness.

It’s skill.

It’s patience.

It’s long-term thinking.

Still learning.

Still checking my ego.

Still moving forward just not always at full throttle.

I rebuilt my arm after surgery using one movement every day.Farmer carries.Not because they’re fancy.Not because they’re...
14/01/2026

I rebuilt my arm after surgery using one movement every day.

Farmer carries.

Not because they’re fancy.

Not because they’re perfect rehab.

But because they worked.

1). They rebuilt trust, not just strength.

Holding weight and walking taught my nervous system that my arm was safe again.

2). They reconnected my shoulder to my body.

Grip, trunk, posture, breathing everything had to work together.

3). They gave me daily exposure to load without flare-ups.

Low risk.

High consistency.

Massive confidence return.

Rehab isn’t about doing more.

It’s about doing what you can do often.

Strong beats fragile.

Every time.

Funny how life works.In 2012 I became an exercise rehab specialist in the Royal Navy.Bright-eyed.Motivated.I studied at ...
09/01/2026

Funny how life works.

In 2012 I became an exercise rehab specialist in the Royal Navy.

Bright-eyed.

Motivated.

I studied at the legendary Headley Court.

Then spent the next decade working in rehab clinics up and down the country.

Working with the best clinicians.

Helping people rebuild, return to duty, and get their bodies back online.

Fast forward to 2023.

I finally opened my own clinic inside my gym.

Here’s the irony.

My biggest qualification isn’t just the courses, the textbooks.

It’s my injury profile.

The setbacks.

The flare-ups.

The frustration of wanting to train hard but needing to train smart.

I don’t coach rehab from theory alone.

I coach it from lived experience.

Because when you’ve had to earn your way back.

You teach differently.

This time 4 years ago I walked out of hospital knowing life wasn’t about to be the same.A plate the length of my arm.16 ...
08/01/2026

This time 4 years ago I walked out of hospital knowing life wasn’t about to be the same.

A plate the length of my arm.

16 screws.

And a lot of unanswered questions.

Would I get back to work?

Would my strength return?

Would my arm ever feel like my arm again?

Truth is.

I didn’t know.

Not even close.

What I did know was that the road ahead was going to be long.

Frustrating.

And extremely humbling.

Praise be to God, I did get back.

Back to work.

Back to training.

Back to serving others.

But it didn’t happen quickly.

And even now, I still have to manage expectations, listen to my body.

And respect the limits some days bring.

Recovery doesn’t end when the scars heal.

It teaches patience.

Perspective.

Gratitude.

Still walking the journey.

Still grateful.

This is the way.

I know what you’re thinking, Dan’s got beautiful toes.But nah.This is another insight into my first surgical injury.Spir...
07/01/2026

I know what you’re thinking, Dan’s got beautiful toes.

But nah.

This is another insight into my first surgical injury.

Spiral fracture.

Dislocated ankle.

And how did I do it?

Chasing penguins in the Antarctic.

Yes, really.

It took two weeks just to get back to the UK.

As soon as I landed, I was straight under the knife to stabilise the joint.

All in preparation for what was, at the time, a transfer to the Royal Marines.

Post-surgery?

12 weeks non-weight bearing.

No shortcuts.

No Instagram rehab reels back then.

Just grit, patience, and learning very quickly that your body can be taken away.

But your mindset is everything.

It was epic.

Dinner is served
06/01/2026

Dinner is served

You may be wondering what I’m looking at here.It’s an MRI scan of my spine.The surgeon wasn’t happy when he went through...
06/01/2026

You may be wondering what I’m looking at here.

It’s an MRI scan of my spine.

The surgeon wasn’t happy when he went through it with me.

He explained that what we’re seeing helps explain the drop foot I’ve been dealing with.

A significant loss of function in my right leg.

This is my latest injury.
What’s hard to sit with is the uncertainty.

There’s no clear timeline for recovery, and no guarantees that full function will return.

I’m sharing this because it’s part of the real picture.

Not the polished version of health and fitness.

But the messy, uncomfortable side that most people don’t talk about.

Right now I’m learning how to work with where I’m at, not where I want to be.

Adjusting.

Being patient.

Keeping perspective.

It’s not the chapter I’d choose.

But it’s still part of the story.

2006. Ruptured ACL. Torn meniscus.Reconstruction surgery. Months of rehab.I was told I’d be “good as new.”Truth is.I nev...
05/01/2026

2006. Ruptured ACL. Torn meniscus.

Reconstruction surgery. Months of rehab.

I was told I’d be “good as new.”

Truth is.

I never went back to who I was before.

And that’s something people don’t talk about enough.

Even now, years later, it still whispers to me.

Cold mornings.

Long days on my feet.

Deep squats.

Fatigue.

Sometimes it’s pain.

Sometimes it’s stiffness.

Sometimes it’s just that quiet reminder.

This knee has history.

But here’s the flip side.

That injury shaped how I train.

How I coach.

How seriously I take warm-ups, strength, patience, and ego control.

It taught me that fitness isn’t about being bulletproof.

It’s about being resilient, adaptable, and honest with your body.

If you’re carrying an old injury and wondering why things still feel “off”

You’re not broken.

You’re experienced.

Train smart.

Train with respect.

And stop comparing your 40s to your 20s.

June 2025.A reminder that the body always collects the bill.A few years back I wrecked my right arm and went through a f...
04/01/2026

June 2025.

A reminder that the body always collects the bill.

A few years back I wrecked my right arm and went through a full humerus reconstruction.

Rehab was long.

Frustrating.

Humbling.

But I did the work.

Patient reps.

Smart loading.

No shortcuts.

Eventually, I earned my way back to a 173kg bench press.

And then.

Ego stepped in.

I told myself “What’s another 7kg?”

Loaded 180kg.

Lowered the bar.

Pop.

My pectoral major tore clean off.

No hero moment.

No badge of honour.

Just consequences.

I’m now 6 months into rehab and I made the decision not to have surgery.

Instead, I’ve doubled down on patience, movement quality, and respecting the process again.

This injury has reinforced something I tell my members all the time but clearly needed reminding of myself.

Strength without awareness is fragile.

Progress without humility is borrowed.

Leave your ego at the door (need to master this).

Rebuilding.

Learning.

Moving forward wiser this time.

If this post stops one person from chasing numbers at the cost of longevity, it’s done its job.

New Theme.Real Story.Ongoing Journey.Most people see me coaching, lifting, running a gym.What they don’t always see is t...
03/01/2026

New Theme.

Real Story.

Ongoing Journey.

Most people see me coaching, lifting, running a gym.

What they don’t always see is the daily rehab.

The constant adjustments.

And the injuries I manage just to keep doing what I love.

I don’t train despite my injuries.

I train because of them.

Exercise rehab isn’t something I preach from a textbook.

It’s something I live, every single day.

Some days that means backing off.

Some days it means modifying.

Some days it means swallowing my ego and choosing longevity over intensity.

Owning a gym and working in fitness doesn’t mean being bulletproof.

It means learning how to stay in the game.

This next phase of content is about.

Training around pain, and building a relationship with it.

Smart training that fits real life.

Staying strong, capable, and useful even when your body isn’t perfect.

If you’ve ever thought “I’m too broken for the gym”.

This page is for you.

Because progress isn’t about being injury-free.

It’s about learning how to move forward regardless.

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