I felt it tear off my pelvis

I slipped and did a violent split.

I felt the excruciating rip of my hamstring as it tore from the bone in my pelvis.

It was 2020, Slide Rock, Arizona, and I slipped 😂 ironically, on a rock and collapsed into a snow-fed stream.

Clearly, my gymnastic days were over.

I remember sitting on a bag of ice on an eight-hour drive all the way back to Los Angeles, still not sure what I had done, but pretty convinced it was something major.

Two weeks later, surgery to tie my hamstring back onto my pelvis.

Six more weeks on crutches, and a surgeon that doubted if I would ever run again.

Here’s the truth.

Life is pain, and we all hurt ourselves in many different ways all the time.

Sometimes that pain is emotional.

Sometimes it’s a wound in our business.

Sometimes it is in a relationship.

Other times, it’s just flat-out physical.

This one was physical.

This one spoke over my life that my athletic days were over.

This one sent me into a depression that caused me to eat my feelings and believe that running was simply something I used to do.

Crash forward to 2026, and the lesson is obvious.

Here’s me squatting 110 kilograms for the first time in my life. Not just healed, but stronger than I’ve ever been.

Whatever is broken, however you’ve hurt yourself, in a relationship, in your work, in your body…

The lie that you’ll be tempted to listen to is that everything is fucked.

That’s a lie, but if you believe it, it will become your truth.

But the actual deeper truth is this.

Anything can heal.

Anything can get stronger.

Anything can become new again.

So whatever you’re struggling with today, however you’ve hurt yourself, whether it seems lame, funny, or just plain sad, know that your injuries don’t have to define you.

Your healing can.

G.x