Three months ago, while having my morning coffee at my regular spot, I received a call from a man who asked for my help. He told me he’d rather meet me in person to explain his situation, which we arranged to do later that day. The only way I could describe Riaan Van Tonder, after having met him for the first time, was that he seemed wounded. Not defeated, just wounded.
“So I’m guess what I’m saying is I don’t want to be puking my guts out after my first session. I know myself and that will just deter me from returning unfortunately.” That was the last paragraph in my very first email exchange with James White of Roark. In the preceding paragraphs I used words like “amped” and “stoked” and more specifically “can’t wait to start exercising again”. At this point I need to make a confession. A few actually… I wasn’t stoked or amped. In fact I was skeptical of the whole business. Not of James and what he was trying to do at Roark, but rather of myself and whether or not I would be able to push through.