I was introduced actually when my Grandma bought a "Total Gym" equipment. I start using it and other body-weight exercises. I'm the typical "little guy" story, I've always been skinny and wanted to get bigger, stronger, and better. I started weight lifting seriously when I was 16, and did for 3 years until I was 18. My personal bests were a 315 squat for 24 reps, a 545 deadlift, and a 335 bench when I was 18 at about 180lbs. I ended up quitting after I graduated high school and got a job/started school, and my time management skills were in the toilet, and I lost the motivation. I went down to 155lbs over the 2 year lay off. My mom was a huge supporter of my weight lifting, and she passed away from cancer on October 10th, 2013. In her memory, and of my own volition, I began the sport again, and I will never stop.

It's my release. I've dealt with anxiety my whole life. When I'm training, I'm in my own world. My anxiety got really bad up to, and after my mother's death. Hospital trips, medication, you name it. I'm stronger than ever now, and nothing will stop me. I don't compete in contests, but someday I may. I'm not going to rush it, this is the last sport you can rush. I'm taking my time building hard, quality muscle. I will be better than I've ever been. I have my old training logs from when I was 16-18, and my desire is to meet, exceed, and DESTROY all my old PRs.