When I first started training nearly a decade ago, I had no earthly idea of where to start or how to start. I merely replicated what I saw on television as well as what I thought could drive my body to exhaustion. I remember becoming enthralled with exercising in the summer of my ninth grade year of high school where I lost all of my "baby fat." I can recall biking, running, swimming, playing basketball (any sport really, especially when my friends and I were together), but only ever barely glancing at weights as I was frightened by the aspect of not knowing how to use them.
As the summer ended, possibly a month before my sophomore year of high school began, I recall being at the local Wal Mart with my father. We ventured into the fitness aisle, the aisle with all of the weights, fitness apparatus, and other various equipment, where I had the notion to discover if I could lift a twenty pound dumbbell.
I could not.
Even budge it.
It was a dreadful feeling.
Compounded by the fact when my father easily lifted the dumbbell without a thought, saying "What? You can't do this?"
Instantly though, I felt compelled to become stronger, much stronger. I thought back to the entire summer where I "worked out" but realized it was all aerobic training, with hardly even any body-weight resistance training.
This was my wake up call. From then on out, I became obsessed with not only exercising or working out, but training. I received a weight bench and set later during the school semester where I learned how to perform various lifts, my natural athletic prowess yielding the lifts to come rather easy to me, but merely revolving around the few core exercises that I knew of at the time (not very much, that is, which is good, but not great for explosive progression or "gainz").
I trained hard, researching all over the internet for good exercises, but still was rather blind to true training, until such time I took weightlifting in high school, later trying out for the weightlifting team. The first time I ever performed a clean was at this tryout, where I maxed out a 135 pounds, 5 pounds over my body-weight. I made the team then began truly training for strength. My strength expounded and expanded greatly in just a year where I was lifting 155 on clean and jerk and 165 on bench press. Good for a beginner, but not great.
Then, I joined the football team, trained over the summer, gained ten pounds, gained more strength, continued training, continued with weightlifting, going to districts, injured my shoulder, lost strength, built it back, ended high school with 180 pound clean and jerk and 195 pound bench press, continued training, developed my own training modality of 10XCircuit, whereby finally in November of last year, I maxed out at 350 pounds on squats, 335 pounds on deadlift, and 250 pounds on bench press. This past summer however, I was repping 300 on squat and deadlift as well as 200 on bench press. My strength has become, in some levels, elite strength. And I have never felt better.
Especially now that I can beat my dad in arm wrestling, a yearly tradition we perform since I began training so long ago and could not even push his arm before my hand was down.