10/02/2026
I turned 39 yesterday.
Last year of my 30s.
Which feels a bit weird to say out loud.
I’ve been reflecting a lot lately — where I’m at, who I want to be, and what actually matters now.
As a lifter, it used to be mostly about numbers.
More weight on the bar.
Bigger totals.
Chasing the next comp.
Grabbing records and championships wherever I could.
That stuff still matters…
but it’s not the main thing anymore.
Now it’s more about continuing to be a good example for my kids.
And improving in ways beyond just adding weight to the bar.
I want them to grow up seeing a dad who takes care of himself.
Physically. Mentally. All of it.
Not just
“Dad is strong but can’t chase us around.”
I still want to be strong.
But also a bit more athletic.
Able to run around with them at the park without feeling heavy or sore.
Being one of the strongest in my weight class in Australia is cool.
But being able to chase your kids down the street without blowing up or pulling a hammy…
that’s probably more important.
So this year the goal is pretty simple but no doubt challenging:
Get back into good shape.
Feel lighter. Move well. Train hard.
I might take another crack at the 83s too.
If it works, great.
If it doesn’t, that’s fine.
I just want to give it a go and see what happens — out of curiosity.
I’m also being stricter with my time and energy.
Who I spend it with.
What I say yes to.
I found getting older makes you realise not everything deserves your attention.
Family first.
Training.
Work I enjoy.
Good people.
That’s about it.
Nothing crazy.
Just trying to keep improving.
Not perfect.
Just a little better each time.
If I can hit 40 feeling strong, healthy, and still doing all of this with my boys — with a bit more running around…
I’ll be pretty happy with that.
