I'm Andrew. I've got fifteen years of training experience behind me. For most of that time I thought I had myself figured out — barbell in my hands, the gym as the whole world. Strong on the outside.
It took stepping outside the four walls to realise I'd built the body and skipped the person. The road found me when I needed it. Then the distances got longer, and somewhere out past the point where lifting could carry me, I started meeting myself for the first time.
Iron Miles is the name I gave that — iron for where I came from, miles for where it took me. It's not a logo. It's the record of a rebuild.



