I grew up watching my dad train in our living room with an old Weider bench, a barbell and a pair of sawed off barbells used as dumbbells.  Oh, and the weights, plastic and filled with sand or concrete.  It was about as primitive as your could get.  You see, my dad worked (still does) for the power company which is brutal work.  In the summer you’re sweating your butt off and in the winter you’re freezing it off.  He spent his days back then pulling cable and digging ditches.  For anyone that has ever done any manual labor, you have to be strong.  He lifted every morning before work to prepare his body for the day he told me.  This is when I caught the training bug.

I began doing push ups and sit ups between commercial breaks at night when we would watch TV.  I watched any Stallone or Arnold movie that I could get my hands on.  Why?  To me they were the epitome of strength and I wanted to be that strong and be that ripped.

As soon as I able to train with my dad I did.  I bought every muscle mag I could get my hands on, following beasts like Arnold, Dorian Yates, and Lee Priest.

I’d say I’ve been in love with the iron for nearly 20 years. It’s in my blood now!  Along the way I’ve had some training success and plenty of failures.  In fact I’ve dedicated my life and professional career to helping others achieve their training goals.  Whether you goal is just to get stronger for sport, look good naked, or just be healthy enough able to chase your kids around the yard, I want to help.

Keep training hard my friends.