I was asked by my team to do something I hardly ever do. Write out my bio for press release purposes.
Anyone who really knows me, Not Tommaso but knows “Tommy” as I’ve only been called by the closest family and friends, knows it is not something I find easy to do. So I started scribbling notes and having flashbacks of what seems like yesterday but I know all to well it was many sunsets and many goodbyes ago.
Quite a few wrinkles , bumps and bruises ago.
So I am going to take it back to the beginning and where for good or for bad I started down this road of a life in physical culture.
Some of the names are mentioned not that they mean anything to anyone but me and the few who lived it with me.
We rode high fellas. We lived big. We had no fear. I am so humbled to have had the privilege to have so many “Brothers in Iron” over what unbelievably is closing in on 30 years and hopefully another 30 more.
So I still remember the first magazine that made a impact on me , Muscle &Fitness April 1988 ( Joe Piscapo on the cover!)
It was up until this time that I trained “Dungeon style” in my garage and at my high school weight room , reading whatever I could get my hands on either at the Atlantic books magazine section at Roosevelt mall ( I remember standing with my good friend and standout competitor Shawn Cox waiting for latest issues to arrive to read PA , NJ NABBA placings and see how legend local Greg Long placed in some big show! ), Also notice I did not mention a Barnes and nobles or looking up training tips online- there was no such resources. Honestly, I only read old Physical Culture magazines now. What worked in then works in 2016. Period.
So I soon was ready to graduate up to a real gym. My first gym was Philadelphia ( Olney specifically) Boodleys Gym. It was in a strip mall and nothing special by today’s glitzy standards but it was atmosphere. You pulled up and walked in knowing there was work to be done. You knew everyone and many of the guys would get together regularly but in the gym it was business and work. No status check ins, no macros, no standing on a Swiss ball. It was what works. Weights- lots of it and a few beat up but great machines. I still remember the 20×20 squats days with my cousin Joe. Thank god George ( the owner) thought to drive by the ajoining parking lot where we collapsed from sheer exhaustion. That was the early days for me.
Working making pizzas at the family pizza shop with Grandmom, cleaning up weekend mornings at the family clubs, saving my money and spending all I could on supplements and food.
I daydreamed in school about training and sculpting my body.
I read any and everything I could get my hands on.
I dedicated myself early to this passion and did not pursue drinking or drugs ever in my youth or thankfully in my adult years either.
I do believe that the passion takes no days off.
For many years since developing into a executive I have downplayed my passion for my culture-physical culture, bodybuilding but not bodybuilding exactly as you perceive it today. Rather as a life. As a beautiful endeavor.
In the next post I’ll outline early influences, diet mistakes and how I became hooked on supplements.