I used to go to the public athletic facility with some buddies who liked b-ball. I wasn't much for the sport so I would hit the weight room and mess around. Saw some gains after about 2 months and I was hooked. Stopped for a few years, lost all my gains, and started back up in 2010 vowing never to let negative influences keep me from my love. Been going strong since then.

I fit in with the weights. I was never adept at sports, though I've played plenty of sandlot and pickup games. The weight room has become my sanctuary. I have a stressful job and training completely eliminates it. If I go a week without lifting I'm a mess. I get along with gym rats and super-mutants without any history of knowing them. A bad day always translates into more intensity. a good day always translates into more intensity. I have become so much stronger both physically and mentally and can see no reason to ever stop. Working out is truly my drug now. My name is Jonah and I'm an addict.