My dad had open heart surgery when I was 12. After the doctors wanted him to be physically active and he didn't want to exercise alone so it became a father/son thing we did a few times a week. I fell off of it for a while and did it sparingly throughout high school. It wasn't until college that I learned how much fun it was to lift.

I love the weights, the clang of the metal, and grunting people make and the sweat on my body. Exercise is an escape from reality to a world that is completely mine. It is my time to modify the way I look, the way I feel, to become what my idea of perfection.