I've always had a passion for lifting weights. I was on my 1st tour of Iraq and during my free time I spent it in the gym, day in and day out. Two days after Christmas 2004 I sustained an injury while in theater. I suffered a 1/3 spiral fracture of my humerus. I was unable to lift weights for over a year and lost all triceps on that arm. I still fight through the pain each and every day because I am determined to beat the odds and everyone's expectation!

The pump! That feeling of there's no more room to grow, that you cant lift another weight, the sweat running down your face because you know you are breaking your back, pushing yourself as hard as you can. Then you tell yourself to push harder and get that weight up! I work out for ME. Not someone else. I do it because it makes me feel amazing each and every day.