“I once loved the sport of bodybuilding.In a strange way I still did.It frustrated me and at times I hated it,
but for sixteen years I tried to balance love, frustration and hatred while
watching both the sport and myself change.Convincing myself that I’d outgrown this obsession was impossible.One simple truth held us together:
bodybuilding had saved my life.It was
a guardian angel who found me at seventeen hazarding seas of inner struggle
without a compass.
I had the luxury of distance, remembering those struggles that had led me to want to be big and strong, but I couldn’t run from the truth of what had happened along the way.My frustration may have grown into hatred, but the love came first.It began simply.I found authentic purpose the moment my hands wrapped around a cold iron bar.All else fell away and my spirit knew it could do anything.I built my American dream one repetition at a time.That much could never be taken away.”