02/21/2024
Did it take me three months to get here? - nope. Did it take me six months? - absolutely not. It didn't take me nine months, either. How about one year? - hell no!
It's been 12 years in the making since I began taking my strength training seriously.
This timeline of photos, spanning from 2012-2024, exemplifies the shapes and sizes of my body and how they DID NOT reflect a decade+ stint of improvement. My growth was not linear and my progress was not perfect.
But eventually, through many tireless years of self-discovery, I found a place that I am happy existing in both physically and mentally.
- At 13 years of age, I began my journey with an athletic background in basketball, track, and volleyball. Little did I know that my summer strength and conditioning class at the local athletic center would be the gateway into my life's passion.
- When I started seeing my first signs of muscle gain, it was what I imagined as the equivalent of becoming addicted to a drug. I didn't want to stop. I fell into my confidence and found a home in the gym that I didn't feel I had at school, in my social circle, or even under the very roof I was raised beneath.
- After my time in organized sports, I felt inclined to take on the next right of passage in the fitness world - CrossFit. From 2016-2018, I went into the sport fast, heavy, and way too technically underdeveloped to compete at the level I did. I incurred several injuries during that period of time because of said inexperience - a broken wrist, several bruises, aches, and bloodied blisters, a strained PCL, and a torn labrum. I stepped away from the sport after the epiphany I had that my body SHOULD NOT be hurting in the way that it did at just 20 years of age.
- My junior year of college, I started lifting slower and heavier. I also started consuming more meals from the fast food restaurants in the Union that were covered under the student food plan. I was the strongest, but also the heaviest I had ever been, and my confidence became non-existent.
- In 2019, I went through a pretty devastating breakup that, fortunately, set me back on track with a renewed sense of purpose and reliance in my fitness.