Who is Coach David?
David is third generation of the fight world. He grew up in it.
He built one of the largest training camps in the world, in the Philippines. Three countries invited him to train their fighters. His system worked so well one government looked at rolling it out across its military.
Decades in the ring, watching bodies move. Decades of knowing, at a glance, what someone needs next. Coaches call it the eye.
Then it was his turn to need it.
The dollar bill
The first sign came in high school. A blow out of nowhere — he thought he’d been kicked in the throat. It was his heart.
For decades after that, something was growing quietly against his spinal cord. He’d black out in the shower after hot yoga and not know why. By the time the doctors found the tumor, his cord was compressed to the thickness of a dollar bill. That’s how the surgeon put it.
His heart rate fell and fell. One day it hit 22 beats a minute — lips blue — and he was one of nine emergency surgeries at UCLA the week the world shut down for COVID.
He woke up alive. And then came the part nobody prepares you for.
A year in a bed. Not knowing if he’d walk again. Some days he’d fall out of it and hit the floor, and there was nothing he could do but start the climb back up.
No one’s coming to save you
Lying there, David learned the lesson that built this camp.
He couldn’t train bodies, so he worked from the bed — he even engineered a table so he could work lying on his stomach. And day by day, rep by rep, he brought his own body back with the same system he’d used on fighters, soldiers, and his students: start where you are. Ramp at your pace. Don’t stop.
Now it was his turn to be the student.
Then he went further. He put himself on his own system — the one Fightamins is built on — and dropped from 201 to 162 pounds in six weeks. Feeling better than he had in ten years.
The feet still carry nerve damage from the tumor. He trains anyway. In his words: this is saving me.
The coach became his own proof.
Why the camp exists
David knows something most coaches never have to learn: what it’s like to be all the way down. Flat on your back, starting from less than zero.
That’s why Camp Jansson isn’t built for athletes. It’s built for the person at the bottom of their own hill — the beginner, the stuck, the one who’s been meaning to start for years.
He runs the camp personally. Every camper starts at their level and ramps at their own pace — because that’s exactly how he came back.
Underneath it all is one motto: never, ever give up. Never.
That’s what he learned. That’s what he lives by. That’s what he teaches.
Nobody can tell you that and make it stick. You have to live it once. The camp is where you live it — and once you’ve felt it, it’s yours to keep forever.
Priceless.
His training system saved his life — and countless others through the decades. The camp is how he passes it on.
You come in the old you. You leave the new you.
A whole new you. A whole new world.
You got this, champ.
Welcome to The Champ Camp.