Blame us.
Thanks to a good mate, I started and finished 75 Hard — like the idiot I am, I was training for a backyard ultra at the same time, more on that later. Ultimately I finished slightly slimmer with crystal-clear pee but not much else to show for it. The moment day 75 rolled past I stuffed my face with Aussie junk food to celebrate.
Basically by month two it had become a pure mental slog, and for my ADHD brain the creative juices had dried up. The journey became joyless.
Six months later my mate and I wanted a fresh challenge — one that pushed the body and fed the mind, gave us something to build, and made the hard days feel like progress instead of just enduring.
So we made this. Fifty days, nine disciplines, and something tangible waiting for you on the other side.
— Barny