WHY I Sprint?

Ever since I can remember, there’s been an irrepressible urge inside me—a need to be different.

Not just a casual want, but a deep, restless desire to be great at something.

The idea of understanding the world around me, and then leveraging it to do something great....

When I was around 10, I was heavily influenced by the Crysis series. The thought of jumping extremely far (and high), running inhumanly fast (my dad used to modify game files so I could run even faster - that was my biggest passion - sprinting around the map), kicking a car, lifting a grown up man with just one hand—those were the kinds of things that fueled my imagination.

But then, I realized the harsh truth:

no nanosuit was coming.

There wasn’t going to be a symbiotic nanosuit that would make me faster and more powerful.

No sci-fi tech to save the day.

So, I decided to build my own.

From my own body.

That was the only shot I had.

Flesh and bones. Nerves and tendons. Focus and grit.

Brick by brick, I’ve been building something.

Something that isn’t bound by the terms like average.

Something that is beyond the ordinary.

Now, my body is different.

I did this to me.

It has been conditioned. It has adapted.

• It jumps higher than most can ever dream of climbing.

• It jogs faster than most can sprint.

• It lifts more than two of them combined.

I’ve gotten mixed reviews on my body and training methods.

Some say I train well, others say I need to bulk up more. And I say:

Where's your nanosuit?

Oh, get lost then!