I always kind of hung around the weight room in high school, but I was too scared to pick up a weight. I thought I would do something wrong. Every time I tried to work out some kid would come and give me some advice. As we all know, high school students don't give the best advice.
So last year, I finally decided I was going to change. I had been looking in the mirror each day with regret and not a little loathing. So in August I went to the gym just behind my apartment and got a membership. While I was there I decided the best thing to start my journey would be to start it with a guide so I hired a personal trainer.
Working with my personal trainer wasn't a good experience. I decided that the only person that could change me was me so I buckled down and learned everything I could about fitness.

It's a good way of treating the depression that I've struggled with since I was in my early teens. Also, I'm a wee bit of a masochist and a sadist so I love the soreness of a heavy workout. I'm the inflictor and the victim and I love every second of it.