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Then came that race. Everything started great until my mind spiraled. My body tightened. And for the first time ever, I stopped. Bent over. Turned off my watch. Sat on the curb and said, “I’m done running.” I had trained. Everything should have worked. But it hit me, this wasn’t physical, it was deeper. As I walked the rest of the race, I realized I had been drinking too much, going out, canceling on my daughters, and numbing out. My life was off track. I finished that race knowing something had to change.

I felt everything, anger, sadness, embarrassment. Physically, my body was heavy and tense. For the first time, I couldn’t hide behind performance. I remembered a moment not long before, when my coach told me I had real talent but I needed to give up my lifestyle. I laughed and said, “Dollar drinks start in two hours.” That year, everyone I trained with made it to the Olympic Trials. I didn’t. Sitting there, I realized I didn’t lose that dream. I gave it away.

So I set new goals. First, I went back to my faith, the foundation I had walked away from. Then I got into counseling and started unpacking years of unprocessed pain. I stopped going out, started drinking less, and cleaned up my diet. I committed to being there for my kids, not just showing up, but really knowing them. And I wanted to run again, but not to compete. This time, I wanted to become a better man.

I tried everything. More training. Supplements. Therapy. Gadgets. I went extreme keto for months. Tried to optimize sleep, track stress, and bio hack everything. But I just made it all more complicated. Eventually, trying to fix everything became the thing that broke me, not just financially, but emotionally, physically, and spiritually.

I felt hopeless. And honestly? Ashamed. I had a doctorate. I knew how to research and how to treat. But nothing worked. Eventually, I stopped believing it could. I bought into the story that “this is just how life is now,” and I tried to survive it… quietly.

The turning point came when I finally slowed down. Instead of trying to fix everything, I focused on one thing: sleep. That led to a moment on social media where I saw something about cortisol and chronic stress. I ignored it at first, but it kept showing up. So I got a cortisol test and a gut test. The results were red across the board. I was depleted. That’s when it clicked, this wasn’t weakness, it was dysregulation.

I didn’t need more hacks. I needed healing. I started journaling, breathing, and doing the basics. Breathwork became the single most powerful tool. The irony? I was a yoga teacher. I had taught this to others, but I had never given myself permission to use it.

So I built a new plan, simple and sustainable. I set a consistent sleep schedule, woke up at the same time daily, and created nighttime routines with prayer, breath, and stillness. I retrained my nervous system and built an exercise plan that included strength training, because I knew I wasn’t getting younger. Then I rebalanced my nutrition, whole foods, more protein, no extremes. Layer by layer, I created a lifestyle that actually worked for me.

But work was the final wall. I was still overworking and still behind on documentation. I was watching insurance companies gut our rates, all while being expected to give patients 100% care. One email could ruin my entire day: “Not approved.” No matter how much I healed my body, that kind of stress wrecked me. The system wasn’t built for health, it was built for money. And I was stuck in it, just like so many others.

So I made one small but vital shift: boundaries. I started taking real lunch breaks. Stopped working late. Built a schedule and stuck to it. I reminded myself, I’m here for the patient, not the insurance company. That mindset shift gave me back control, presence, and peace.

The result? I became a happier man. A more present father. A better son and brother. I smiled more. I gave more. And I loved myself more. Yes, I ran again. But this time, I wasn’t chasing the past. I was running away from who I used to be, and toward who I was becoming. I carried that healing into every room, every relationship, every breath.

This is The Physio Root Recovery System.
It’s not just a program, it’s a better way forward.