COACH LEO
I had spent seven years in between iron and sweat.
To me, a gym wasn't just a place to burn calories. It was an arena for transformation, and as a head fitness instructor, I took pride in sculpting bodies. My passion was in taking the soft, unrefined, stagnant, and turning them into something powerful.
I’d seen it all—the New Year’s resolutioners who faded after barely making it past three weeks, the dedicated marathoners, and the professional bodybuilders who lived and breathed the scent of rubber mats and chalk.
For seven years, I was the professional. I had a reputation for being disciplined, and entirely focused on results. I’d spotted thousands of squats and adjusted the posture of countless women, and never once had my heart rate spiked for anything other than a heavy
