The Fine Line Between Too Much and Not Enough

Concussions made me quit wrestling.

I lost my scholarship. And I lost my identity.

Things got pretty ugly for a while, but I eventually found my way back to the barbell, one of the few activities I could do without further risk of ruining my brain.

The bench press and I became good friends. Real good.

I was repping out 300+ pounds two or three times a week. I loved it. And as a nineteen-year-old full of testosterone, I wanted more.