I was an avid mountain bike racer for many years until I took a job in the flattest place in the country. No mountains = no fun, until I started lifting again. While I have to admit nothing beats the feeling of dropping down the side of a mountain on a bike, making gains in the weight-room keeps me satisfied. It looks like my racing days are over now that I've put on 50 lbs of muscle, but I can still ride, just not as fast...

I love working out because it is something I enjoy that I can do all year and the only competition is myself. I don't have to depend on anyone else to make it happen and 'the iron never lies'. It's hard to beat the satisfaction of making weight gains and the improvements I see in the mirror as well.