It all started one day when swimming practice was cancelled. My dad had dropped me off at the YMCA so I thought to myself let's do something different so I went down to the weight room. I picked up a couple of 15 pound weights and did some dumbbell curls, probably the only workout except bench press I knew back then. So I did like 6 sets until I got sore and just went to play basketball. The next swimming practice instead of going to it I decided to skip and go down to the weight room again. Since that day I just loved the feeling of lifting weight and seeing your body change and progress over time.

I love working out just for the reason it's me and a bunch of weights just waiting there for me to lift. I love the feeling of going to the gym pumped up and lifting until I can't no more.