Nic's Bio

Nic's Bio

Hey, I’m Nic.

You could say I’m still doing what I was doing at 7 years old, but much more complex.

If you can, think back to who you were and what you were doing at the age of 7 years old.

I only bring this up is because there is a very heavily supported theory in science and religion that the characteristic traits, innate skills and career expectations are often firmly entrenched by the age of seven.

Check out the 1964 documentary 7 Up if you’re interested.

In the words of Aristotle;
“Give me a child until he is 7 and I will show you the man.”

So I thought I’d be a little different here and show you what I was doing at 7, cause its ironic that not much has changed, I’m just doing the same things on a much larger and more complex scale.

At 7 years old, my Mum described me as “high energy, driven, intense, influential and too smart for his own good”.

This is what I did at 7:
I hustled my Mum’s home cooked muffins, vice captained my school, held straight A grades and I even starting a lawn mowing and car cleaning business of which I had 4 clients each week. As a 7-year-old, I felt like a millionaire.

I represented the state in; Soccer, cricket, swimming, athletics, cross country and believe it or not I also competed in chess, mathematics, and science competitions. Ironically my Dad who taught me how to play chess hasn’t given me a game since I was 7 years old. ‘You’re only as good as your last performance’ he still jokes to this day.

On top of all that I coached my own soccer team from a group of kids who couldn’t kick a ball to winning the inaugural ‘Parents vs Kids’ soccer game at the end of the season. It was a very big deal.
Yes, this was me at 7 years old.

My life certainly wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. High school was a hard time for me. I struggled with my weight. Yeah I did sport everyday but I was still fat. It held me back from more opportunities than I’d like to admit.

My parents spent a lot of money trying to find something that would work. But we never did, and I always struggled with very large fat mass fluctuations throughout high school not ever really knowing why.

Regardless I came out the end of that in the same manner as my 7 year old self did.
By the time I was 16 I had to make a huge choice, either pursue engineering or sport. I was good at both.
After a stern speaking to by a mentor at the time (my math’s teacher ironically) I chose sport and moved to England. I left home for the first time at 17 years old. The first day we started training at 9am and didn’t finish until 6:30pm. Just before dinner we had to go into the sea. No this is northern England, in the middle of winter, high tide and waves literally crashing into a barrier that if wasn’t there would be bashing into buildings. We had to go in that…

I’d never and still haven’t experienced cold like this. The initial 10-week trail never got easier. I tore my meniscus week 6 of the trail but didn’t stop training till week 8.

I serious loved every second of it. And I thrived. I did so well I was the first to train in the senior squad and I became the first-choice goalkeeper in this short time.

They asked me to come back after I finished high school.
Now it’s amazing what happens to someone with an environmental change. I was dam fit in England. We would run around 12-15miles on a rest day.
When I moved back to my small hometown of Finley, my ego took me over. I had a few radio interviews, newspaper and even a TV interview for 9 news.
I started partying, drinking, smoking and turned into a fat slob.
I gave up on my high school grades.
Went back to England as a loser who thought he had it made.

When I got back to England, there was a different kind of beast they we’re expecting. The first game I played was the worst of my career and I realised the huge mistake I’d made. So they tried to break me again. There was one player who literally kicked me as hard as he could every day. I knew I’d torn ligaments in my ankles but I never stopped. It got so bad that I strapped my ankles up in a way that I could only stand on my toes to avoid the pain.
After generally 2 session consisting of 90min-3hrs and running 45min to and from the training pitch I was then personally trained by a senior member of staff late at night which was well… harder then then rest.

I was never broken, I never missed a session and I got myself back.
In the next 15 months where I lived in England I played against rep teams from USA, Liverpool youth teams, Man City youth, I lived with the youth team of Fleetwood town and even played an official game for a senior team that was 2 tiers under professional football. In my spare time I ran a successful website selling clothes, shoes and things like that.

I surprised my parents for Easter one year but in hindsight I should have checked if they were home. Instead I surprised my Nan who told me they’d gone camping for the weekend. I stayed for a few weeks, had a major surgery requiring 60+ stiches and went back to England fit this time.

I returned to the academy I’d been staying with to find it’d lost all it’s players and money. I got dumped in the shadiest part of Manchester where I swear, I witnessed drug deals happening on the street from my window. The scar tissue from my surgery began to reopen and I was abandoned but people who I thought were mentors and friends.

I was stuck in a foreign country unable to do what I came for in disgusting accommodation. I was a failure.

That was my first experience with suicide and depression. There were several occasions where I almost took my life.

Lucky enough my parents had booked me a ticket home and after 2 months I was back in Finley again.

Those next few months were tough. I hadn’t even heard what mental illness was let alone be in the middle of it.
Eventually I was pulled out of that spiral when my best friend Nathan who told me ‘if you don’t make it, what chance have it got?’ My emotions separated from my physical self but I’ll touch on this in a sec.

I moved to Melbourne 2 months later to start in a student-athlete program. This was my solution at the time to depression. Just push on..
So I started a loner, I didn’t trust anyone and didn’t make any friends for a long time. My skills were yet again gone and I was fat again.
Would it surprise you at this point where the person I was as a 7 year old began to shine?
This training course was my first taste of what it was really like to train in a gym. The 2 head coaches and physio worked for VFL, AFL, NRL and national ice hockey clubs to name a few.

In 1 year I went from one of the weakest in the gym to doing things no one was able to do. I can remember one of the biggest guys who looked like he took steroids saying ‘why should we do these fitness challenges? Nic’s just going to win anyway’.

By the end I was very thankful I had a lot of friends and was even elected captain of the leadership group.
The last day of the course we had an awards ceremony, and I took home half of what was available. But when Goran Lozanovski (ex Australian and international soccer player) said something along the lines of never being proven wrong before will stick with me for the rest of my life. I was one of two students who were hired by FC11.

Next was a bachelors of exercise and sport science but I never learnt anything because of the work experience and education I got from the S&C coaches from FC11. Uni was so mundane I went out and did countless courses, mentorships and everything in between.

I completed my bachelors in exercise and sport science played some good soccer for very good clubs but playing sport no longer clicked. No matter how hard I tried. So I moved onto personal training did my work experience with Richmond football club and was eventually hired.
But behind the scenes I was still chronically depressed and to avoid it all I worked 12 hours days when that burnt me out, I started abusing food, when that didn’t work, I turned to alcohol and when that didn’t work, I turned to drugs.
Then I lost my best friend Nathan. The guy who pulled me out of my own depression.
I nearly ended things a lot of times over this and battled with this for years.

I’ve seen psychologists and doctors, counsellors and tired everything under the sun.

Nothing got better until I met Carl Montgomery.

This man is now a close friend and mentor of mine. He is easily the most influential and smartest person in my very long list of mentors and advisors.
Under Carl I’ve studied countless people in severe pain unbelievable emotional trauma, chronic disease, elite level athletes, learning difficulties, drug addiction, and the list go on and on.

At the time of writing, I’m now involved with 5 different business’s, my main being personal training. I’ve studied under the best and brightest in Melbourne from athletic strength and conditioning, to spirituality and religion and any type of health profession in the pursuit of helping a client with a problem. It led me to now study chronic illness but work with anyone from high level athletes to those riddled with arthritis.

I’m not a doctor, but my job is to help people get out of pain. I start by addressing their chronic illness through specific and individualized nutritional plan. Followed by a workout routine that begins to initially rewire the brain neurologically whilst minimally taxing to the body to remove pain and strengthen the body holistically. Most do end up progressing to pain free and living and training in a similar manner to an elite level athlete all in a few hours a week.

So you could say I’m still doing what I was doing at 7 years old but much more complex.



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