My father who is my inspiration was big into weight training. It was something he got very serious about in the Navy. Growing up I was very skinny, and always liked the idea of being big like my father. We had a home gym that I would fool around on, and occassionally I would accompany my father on his very regular 6am trips to the gym throughout middle and early high school. I didn't really start lifting weights until my freshman year of college for baseball. My competitive nature kind of took over from there and I was lifting to out do the next guy. In 2010 I was on top of my game, looking better than ever on the field and in the gym. We were 2/3 through the fall and I hadn't given up a single hit on the mound. Then I experienced a pretty serious hand injury that put me down for 12 weeks (well thats what surgeon said). But after this injury the coaches were angry that I got hurt being " young and dumb" as I can best describe it, and pretty much said see ya next year. Sitting on my butt everyday with the most action I saw was when I went to P.T. started to drive me crazy. I wasn't cleared to practice but I had to do something! And the gym was it!! During this time I starting doing a lot homework. Educating myself was THE best thing that ever happened to my training. I started to refine, alter, and make up my own variations of lifts. I started writing things down, printing off articles, cleaning up the diet and keeping up with competitions...... Now it's my life and I love it!

I don't have to say a word, people don't have to know my name, they don't even need to meet me. All the have to do is take one look at me to know that I'm dedicated, hardworking, and self motivated. It's a lifestyle and a passion that I wear on my sleeve, and no one can take it away from me. You get out what you put in, and I'm just getting started!