Hell, you want this story?
I guess how any kid gets started, has a parent who shows them it's important. I was 11 when my dad brought me to the YMCA with him, put me into proper training for weight lifting. I was a little fat body. That's alright though, we all start some where. I loved the class, to be honest. It was immediately my "thing". I didn't know much about nutrition, just learned the muscle groups, how to work them, proper form. Had an instructor who wanted us to do pull ups till we wanted to throw up.. my kind of instructor. I took to working out like hot glue.
Although through teenage years, like we all do, I lost myself. Became an expecting father at 17, dropped out of High School and joined the Army. Got a pretty decent score on my AZVAB, but chose the good old life of an Infantryman instead.
So it was off to Basic, Advanced Training and to my unit where my training only got more intense. I loved it all, it motivated me to have to be up at 0300 to go running, then get smoked. Hell, it was the best time of my life.. Still didn't learn much about nutrition though, just that water and ibprofine solves all lifes problems.. Thanks Doc.
When I got out back in 2011, I lost track of myself again, a free man a free mind, well it was anywhere but keep working hard. And as the saying goes, a body in motion.. well it wasnt. So i gained a bit, and I couldn't stand it... this is where it really started for me.
The second I started to see that gut grow - it was gym time. So I went back to my roots. The YMCA. I hit the track every day for an hour of Cardio, followed by an hour of lifting. Now it was time for research, what about Calories, what about carbs, and just as important as carbs, what about protein? This was when I first found Bodybuilding.com, it became my bible. I learned from the forums, I learned from articles, I learned from routines, and I pressed on.
It's carried me through years of creating my own routines, my own nutrition goals to where I am today.
Unfortunately last year about this time (December) I broke my ankle..Thats an enthralling tale for another time.. never the less, It kept me off my feet for almost 8 months by the time surgery and recovery was complete. Now I'm finally getting back into it, going to start the cardio up, going to start the lifting, going to start the Challenges, and I'm going to improve myself.
Stand with me, its going to be an exciting year of change.

Working out is what I love, why is never a question, or never should be. But, you made it one. I love it for the limits it gives me to push, I love it because it gives me a release that nothing else can match, i love it because what you thought you knew about yourself is constantly challenged. I love it because it's my own experience, no matter who's there, who see's, who joins. Its mine. Every time.