At twelve years old I began devouring every bit of information I could on the subject of Bodybuilding. Be it the workout routines of Frank Zane, Dave Draper, Arnold Schwarzenegger, or even Rachel McGlish, I studied everyone. I studied what they ate, when they ate it, what time of day they trained, how much they slept, etc. Anything to do with morphing one's body into that of a champion physique, I wanted to know. No, it was more than that, I NEEDED to know. I was the typical skinny kid that got beaten up for his lunch money - every school had one. In my case, I unfortunately DID get beaten up every day. I was the living and breathing rendition of that old Charles Atlas ad with the guy getting sand kicked in his face. Yeah, it was that bad. There's not much a kid can do in that situation. Tell your dad and he goes to your school and raises hell with whoever will listen, and then leaves.
