WHEN YOU GROW up resembling a human greyhound, you’re often bypassed when it comes to lifting advice – never mind your hard-earned knowledge of human movement. Long limbs and an ectomorphic frame present a perfect genetic predisposition for running, less so for power-lifting. And so it was written for this gangly student of exercise science: I ran and ran, while lifting apologetically in the shady corners of gyms, beyond the reach of the florescent lighting.
Musculature (or lack thereof) aside, life was sweet. I was young – and getting away with a multitude of training sins and a haphazard approach to recovery, while enjoying modest success in my endurance-based athletic endeavours. That was until a fateful (and painful) knee