So what's with the name Yellow Brick Physical Therapy?

Are you all into rainbows and musicals or something?

Well, yes, in fact… I love bright bold colors, and Hamilton is the greatest artistic masterpiece of our modern time (“That’s true”). But..

A little while back, I had a dream that I was swept up in a big tornado and suddenly landed in a weird but brightly colored place.

I had wished for something magical in my life, sure, but this was nuts. As soon as I got there I immediately wanted to get home (I’m full of internal conflicts). I was told to follow this twisty-turvy road to get to the guy who knew how to get me back. So I followed the road (which was easy because it was bright yellow, but also made of bricks– what an ankle sprain waiting to happen), and found the guy. But as it turns out he (like most men I know) didn’t really have the answers I needed. I actually knew them all along deep down, I just had to discover them for myself… With some wise help to stay on course, and in the company of some great friends I met. My friends discovered their own amazingness throughout our travels, and, well, so did I.

Oh, and there was a witch.

When I woke up, I, the ever-serious science-y exercise-loving PT runner, realized I have a creative bone or two in my bod (not just some buff muscles), and that using them makes life (and work) a whole lot more fun.

I also saw that the journey someone goes through when they have an injury is a lot like my dream. They want something different, they meet helpers (like me!) and new friends along the way, and realize that all along they’ve had everything they needed– brains, heart, and courage– to not only fully heal this unfortunate injury, but become more truly themselves (ie. come home) in the process. And that the journey itself is the coolest, most surprising, satisfying part of the whole thing thanks to all those insights and people and improvements you didn’t see coming.

So I chose the name that was the most vulnerable, most different from my industry. The one that would, in its bright colorful childlike glory, be less sterile and goals-y and more inspirational and classic.

Something with less hustle and more heart, less core training and more courage, less intimidation and more intelligence. Something with a meaning we could all get behind. That we can feel somewhere within our innocent crayon-loving selves.

So while my treatment methods and philosophies were the same as before the dream, I had come home to my truest self, courageously expressing my unique intelligence now with heart, and giving it to others so they could do the same.

Thus was the birth of Yellow Brick Physical Therapy.