My now brother-in-law got me started. Neither one of us ever got serious. I think it had a lot to do with the fact that we didn't have a clue what we were doing. I've gone through cycles of working out consistently until i saw some results, and then I would quit. That ends now.

I love the fact that it's just you and the weights. It's my place to think and clear my head from the day's stress. That random twinge from a sore muscle that reminds you that you weren't a lazy douche is one of the best feelings.