31 years, that's a hell of a long time to be doing something. From my young days to now always wanting something that was just a little too far for me to reach. Know what, doesn't matter! It isn't achieving the dream, that is the icing. The journey itself has been the best thing I could have ever done for myself. Sometimes I'd like to go back and tell that young man, dude, do something else. Then I snap back into reality and realize that I'm in a pretty damned good place today, all due to what bodybuilding has taught me.
So at this point ill take some time and explain who and where i came from, what makes me tic if you will.
At a young age i was very much out of the loop. People my age I just couldn't connect with. I have no idea why this happened, because the friends i did make where extremely loyal to me. But overall I just didn't fit in. Always the last to be picked, being teased about my appearance( to be honest I was but fuck ugly, nothings changed really!lol) Ohh did I mention I swear alot, yep, I don't have to, just like it. So ya...lol
My face over the years just kinda grew into my mouth, one hell of a big jaw line that's for sure. I'm all teeth anyway to this day. So here I am, a 12 year old boy who is actually a very sincere and I must say so myself, quite friendly to everyone. But my classmates/teammates where so hard on me, being a kid is being a kid. What can ya do. I'm not gonna use the word bullying.Fuck that. I hate that word, to this day I advocate a good punch in the face when someone gets on you in that way. Barbaric? maybe but VERY effective in shutting them down. Or at least even if you got beat up you earn respect by defending yourself.
So, back to my story. 12, very few friends, no gf. I'm being picked on, told i look like monkey, and just being put down all around me by my peers. Lo and behold TELEVISION.. Ahh the days of Night Rider and the Dukes of Hazzard. And ya, this series called.THE HULK. I'm like totaly intrigued by this. Here is this monster jacked up dude who kicks anyone's ass who messes with him( remember my philosophy of a good punch in the face?) Well, guess what, i need to get big and strong.. So the suns a bitches will leave me alone.
In the corner store, ( where i used to jack a chocolate bar now and then) i see these magazines of big guys. I'm like, how do I do that?? Start reading the old muscle and fitness, Flex and all the other mags on muscle I can find. So the conversation starts, I need weights to get big. 13th b-day comes around and all the convos I've had with my mom and dad (and there were many as I got along fantastic with both of them) I open up the box and BOOM. Joe Weider bench press and dumbells! Ya know, the rickidy old benches and plastic weights . I fucking LOVED it!!
This is where my life changed for me, that day was the beginning of my journey which has taken me through 31 years of training and 26 competitions so far. I could not have received anything better from my parents. This "gift" helped me become the man I am today. They knew how much I wanted this thing and they made it happen. Even though we were in a very hard and financially tough spot for most of my youth, i never once complained or ever felt alone or unloved by my parents. My life has been a great adventure so far exactly because my parents were so in tune with me.. ( more on that later) so here i go.. Training and getting huge , i was on my way( or so I thought) lol.. more next time.
