I first began my fitness journey at the age of about seven or eight years old. My brother and I would watch as my dad and uncle worked out at home. The intensity of these workouts was so high that sweat poured and muscles bulged from their arms as they pushed their bodies through the workout routines. It was like magic… watching my dad and uncle’s bodies go from stickmen to musclemen in what seemed to be overnight. I know it wasn’t that fast, however at that age my perception of time was a little off.  Anyway, I wanted to be just like them when I made it to their age – very fit and strong.

Fitness has been ingrained in my family as long as I can remember. When I was young my aunt and uncle ran the lake weekly. Sometimes when my dad couldn’t go with us to the lake my brother and I would tag along with our Aunt and Uncle for the weekend run. We loved to run as far as we could, before our legs pooped out. I remember thinking to myself “will I ever make it around this giant lake”…well I am happy to say after several years of trying, I finally made it around at the age of twelve. Thanks to the example of my family the seed of fitness was effectively planted deep in my mind to grow into a lifestyle of health and fitness.