The first time I heard of “baby boomers,” it was from a news source.
I was 11 years old, and a reporter asked if I was in college and, in a matter of seconds, I told him, “I’m just doing a job.”
But I never thought much of it.
A year later, when I turned 30, I met a man who had been a single dad for 30 years and had three kids.
I thought, “That’s what I want to do.”
I was the most successful guy in my college class.
And then, in February of 2011, my father died suddenly, from cancer.
The news media seemed to be telling a story about the boomers’ life, their lives, and their families.
But I knew the truth.
My dad, a former Navy SEAL and Army Ranger, died when I was 3 months old.
That was the first time that I had any idea that I was different from other kids.
My family was not a typical middle-class family, and it was a hard life.
The kids were on the couch, eating cookies and candy.
But there was a lot of stress.
I cried so much.
I would sit with my dad in the car, crying because I was angry.
I remember, one day, walking into my room and thinking, “What am I doing?”
I went to bed and cried until my eyes watered.
I had a bad day.
The next day, I cried and cried.
It was hard.
My mom had a panic attack when I came home and was crying for my dad.
I couldn’t breathe.
He was so angry, so upset.
He had just lost his wife and a child.
The pain of losing my dad hit me hard, because I had lost him in a terrible way.
But it also made me want to try something.
My father would say, “You’re not going to believe this.
But if I could tell you a story of my life, I would tell you.”
He would say that, when he was in the Army, he killed a Taliban in Afghanistan.
I told my mom that I wanted to be a SEAL and was working out.
I started my first workout, and I didn’t know what I was doing.
I got injured, and my jaw went numb.
My jaw was really bad, but it got better.
I took a lot more drugs, and the pain got worse.
But my jaw didn’t go back to normal.
And I started doing more weightlifting, which led to more problems.
Eventually, I got so serious, I couldn no longer do the weightlifting.
I lost my job.
I became depressed.
And eventually, I ended up going to a doctor for help, because my jaw started hurting.
He told me, “The only thing you can do is get surgery.”
The doctor put a metal plate in my jaw and told me to put my chin up against the glass to help keep the pain down.
I could feel it in my lower jaw.
But, even though I got the plate, the pain was still there.
It took me a year to get the plate in and out.
And that’s when I realized, “Oh, I’m not good at weightlifting.”
My jaw continued to hurt.
I just started doing cardio.
Then, I realized that I needed to learn to squat, deadlift, and squatting in the squat rack.
The weightlifting changed my life.
My life was completely changed.
My first squat, I deadlifted 220 pounds for three hours.
Then I lifted 200 pounds.
I now have my own gym.
My friends have noticed that I don’t always look like they used to.
And it has given me confidence in my ability.
I can now do everything that I used to be able to do.
But the hardest part of my transition was my weightlifting: I was still a beginner, and still doing squats.
So, I had to learn the squat.
I found a lot on the internet about how to do squats, and how to lift heavy, but I didn’ t know how to properly do it.
Then one day I heard about this website called The Ultimate Squat, which has hundreds of videos.
I read all of them, and realized that everything I had learned about weightlifting was wrong.
I learned that you have to be at least 180 pounds to be good at squatting.
So I had two choices: Work out, or train.
I worked out, and found a new way to lift.
It’s very different from lifting heavy weights.
It requires a lot less muscle than lifting a heavy barbell, and you can also do it in less time than a normal barbell lift.
I decided to train.
That’s when the transformation happened.
I quit my job and started competing at a national level.
I did really well, and was invited to compete in national competitions