I got started training when I decided that I would take my MMA training seriously. Also, got sick of just being a fatty. I noticed the amazing transformation that my body was making so I decided to keep up with it, and surpass it.

After suffering from a horrible bout of pneumonia -that shut down my left lung and filled my right lung with pulmonary embolisms- I was put on blood thinners and was told that I couldn't compete in any boxing, jiu-jitsu, or mma. Finally, I turned my attention to the huge behemoths stomping around the gym and thought, "Hey, I wouldn't mind looking like that!" So here I am. New focus, new determination.

Its exhausting.

Its time consuming.

Its expensive.

But you realize that you're on a journey that not many can begin let alone finish. The soreness I wear with pride.