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John Davies
Founder, Renegade Training International

The industry vanguard, John Davies is the founder and creator of the Renegade concept of fitness, sport and life force coaching based upon his incredibly diverse background in business consulting, athletic coaching and artistic endeavors in various mediums. He is a well-known advocate of ethical practices in sport and lives a voracious life surfing, skateboarding and snowboarding around the world, defying age against those half his age. Additionally he has served as consultant behind-the-scenes in every level of sport from professional teams, to over 50 top NCAA institutions and hundreds of high school programs not only across the country but worldwide. Throughout the country’s Football community, the Renegade system is seen as and is the most influential training methodology as it is continues to produce unstoppable forces.

Mr. Davies is in the author of four highly regarded books ("Renegade Training for Football," "Xtreme Sports Training ~ Renegade Style," "R Factor for Golf" and "The Mark of R; Part II - The Rebirth of Honor") and over 600 articles ranging in varied topics such sport training, his love of skate and surf culture, dark noir, inspirational choices in life, dwindling corporate ethics, the slide of the health system in America and fund management. Many of his more thought provoking artistic voyages appear exclusively at renegadestyle.com, which is scheduled to gallery his artistic collection in 2006-2007.

The winter of 2005 will see the release of his next book, tentatively titled "She," an in-depth look at the destruction of body image, pornification and the abandonment of respect towards women in our culture. The following year, the anxiously awaited "Destined - The Renegade Chronicles" is planned to be released. Additionally he has appeared in nationally syndicated radio shows, over twenty major DVD productions and is the most sought after writer and spokesperson in the health and fitness industry. In the winter of 2004, the re-tooled R-Style apparel of young women's and men's clothing line emerged under his design eye and quickly became an underground success.

In the fall of 2004, he launch the Renegade Certification Program for fitness, health and business professionals to teach the "R" philosophies, and to use one of the company’s mottos "make a difference." Quickly this program has grown by leaps and bounds and like all Renegade systems is a defiant success. This summer/fall of 2005 he has turned his attention to developing the first dedicated Renegade personal and executive training services located in New York. These services will provide individual and customized training and coaching services for discretionary business leaders with focus on personal health, team management, motivation, diet management, and a wellness regime that will not only fuel continued career success but life enrichment.

TURN THE PAGE

Some time ago with the turn of another page, another year, crumpled and discarded now rests home to waste bin, I get up to leave my office and make my way through this storm. The rain is coming down brutally hard, a harsh sideways rain, that beats across my face. Turning and squinting into the wind and rain, I walk alone along these dirty streets, except for a wandering soul with his eyes downcast, pushing his little memories of this and of that, of what once was and what never will be again in a shopping cart of pain and angels who fell from grace. A river of water that now pours down from the crest and this wonderland’s façade has rinsed off revealing heaven and hell bled together in a vapid cauldron.

The dark-grey cloud covering blocks the sun, blocks everything and anything from getting in the way. So often those clouds have appeared, getting in the way, clouding vision, clouding truth, stealing life’s precious dance, stealing what should have been, what could have been. Looking back over the years, back to a time when all the summers were pastel and sweet and pure and good and shooting stars were something that carried young lovers’ dreams of twinkling lights, there have been many changes in this opaque circus called life. Yet when you scratch away all years, all the pain and all the agony you begin to realize, somehow it was meant to be this way, you were meant to take this road, you were meant to taste it all, feel the struggle, feel the pain. It meant something; it meant more than all the riches; the gold and silver that this Babylon world could bring together; it was apart of ever breath you take.

It wasn’t easy nor should it have been I suppose, but through this hell-storm, you pushed on with resolve, absorbed it all, tasted it all and learned the path was there for you take; you only had to realize that within you lays “it.”

“It” is what separated you from others. It made you feel what you feel and scream that vagabond rebel yell into the dark night. It was your sword that gave you a resolve when others long since disappeared and it was your shield to ward off detractors and stay the course and it was your compassion to others as an open hand. It was your purpose where others had known little. “It” never left you although at times, you didn’t quite understand what “it” meant. Today it is clear to you that “it” is what makes you, you. It is the most precious belonging you have; it is never for sale and never to be bartered for like a golden trinket. It is the heart and soul that beats inside and it is why I stand tall and stay the course, through the darkest hell of any storm.

And so the storm wages on, it’s dark, it’s black and the trials and tribulations of life’s circus continues to rage on—but I’ve made it through, will press straight on into the wind and now the path is yours to join me on.

Sitting now, sheltered in the storm for the briefest of moments with time to reflect, I order up my morning black, waiting for the first sip to warm my blackened heart just as that wayward soul of downcast eyes of pain and sorrow walks past.

“Here, this is for you”…as I make my way back into another storm. It always was for you.