I started the weight lifting thing in high school. Not a sport at all, but a life style. Like eating right and getting to bed ealry. Studying for a hard test and being some where on time. If you want to build anything, let alone your muscles, you have to be ready to hurt, ready to suffer, ready to sacrifice.
Muscle beach had all that going on and if you were ready to walk through the gate for the $3 charge when I was going down to Venice you better be ready to show a bunch of out of shape travelers how to work out and hopefully inspire them to go back home and stop eating pizza and get right.
Dennis died of cancer last year and he is forever a part of Muscle beach, his memorial plaque is on the entry wall there, you'll see it if you care. He was my friend and taught me the meaning of training and serving the Lord. Both really do go hand in hand.
It's never about what you look like on the outside, it's how you are in your heart.
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