I want to tell you a story of a young man in High School. A skinny kid who was always in some sort of physical activity. Born of a hard working home and instilled a strong faith in God, this boy began his path to manhood and the first step would be his date to a dance and his date, was NOT the girl he wanted to ask.

Although, be it luck or fate, he found himself in a slow dance with her in his arms. Their eyes met in a dubious celebration of a deep enigmatic connection that sends butterflies through one’s stomach and he knew she was going to a big part of his life.

The next day, he found her in the arms of the captain of the football team. Furious, confused and broken, he bagged up his aggression to unload it on a small weight training area located in his apartment complex where he lived and, for three hours, he trained, he cried and began his journey into bodybuilding.

That man is Mitch Muller, and this is the 2nd part of his story.