Growing up, there's
nothing I wanted more than strength and well-defined muscles. I loved watching
wrestling too. Batista was my idol. I did push-ups and sit-ups religiously, anticipating
my "Batista look." Unfortunately, that remained a dream. Frustrated,
I quit working out. And quit watching wrestling.
Eleven years later,
the workout bug bit me. I visited a gym near my home and enquired about what I
needed to start. I was on fire. Nothing could stop me. No "Batista
looks" ambition. My work ethic would determine my progress. Six months
later, this is what I found out about training.