Stood in my garage, I threw the barbell over my head and pictured my six-year-old son, Logan’s cheering face. Next came thigh-burning squats, deadlifts, and a core routine. Stood in my garage, I threw the barbell over my head and pictured my six-year-old son, Logan’s cheering face. Next came thigh-burning squats, deadlifts, and a core routine.
I was training for the sports day mum’s race when I thought I pulled a muscle – but the truth made my world fall apart
