Well when a male goes through puberty at 22 things are different?

Unlike most guys in athletics, I was a late bloomer.  I remember to this day that my friend Jason May and I still did not have hair under our armpits until later in our sophomore year of high school and our high school basketball coach made quite the joke of us one day in practice.  Oh that guy!  His attitude towards me then still drives me now!

OK, ok I am a small town farm kid from Fair Grove, Missouri-USA.  The oldest one in my family followed by Caleb (Navy bad-ass), Emily (tom girl), and Sidney (testosterone ridden man-child).  My mother Kay and father Charles separated shortly after I graduated high school, although I was pretty much out of the house so I was not affected as much as my younger siblings.  I was your typical high school jock: American football, basketball, track and field, and I tried out for baseball all 4 years but never made the team…guess Leeper wanted to help build my aerobic engine by sending me to run track, but I was never a super star like several of my peers.  My freshman year in college I was not fast enough for track, strong enough for football, or skilled enough for basketball, so I was a male cheerleader.  Oh ya, that is right a cheerleader!  Since my junior year in high school I had been riding a mountain bike off and on, but after my freshman year of college I bought my first road bike and everything went straight up from there.
In less than a year I was racing Category 2 races and was selected to race in my first US National Team experience the Tour of Hokkaido, Japan.  After returning crushed and emotionally destroyed (dropped on the 1^st stage) I decided to gain a massage therapy degree from Professional Massage Training Center to increase my knowledge of how to better prepare myself for racing and life.  The schooling was great and really opened my eyes in to many new areas in life.  Independence, profession, and the way things work outside of the small town lifestyle.  During this period is when Nazi Brad was started.  Looking back I was so stupid for destroying myself and a few years of my career, but then again the trial and error has real been invaluable.  I developed what I call “Sports Anorexia” …this is were an athlete attempts to get leaner for increased sports performance, nothing vain about it, nothing fashion related,  only to see increased performance in sport.  Well I did all of that and then some.  At my lightest I was down to 137.5 lbs, ya that is right!  With my frame that was down right sickly skinny.  My racing performances did go well for a while, but then I forced my weight way below my optimal threshold.  During my 2000 season I had way too many injuries, sicknesses, and finally a near career ending Achilles injury later in the year.  Over the 2001 and half of the 2002 season I attempted to heal up and repair what I had done.  I started taking some Nutrition class at an area college (MSU) and quickly realized just how horrible I had been to myself over the past racing seasons.  Many of the nutritional deficiencies that I study hit way to close to home.  That is when I started to change everything I had thought to be good and optimal.  When I returned to racing I was over 50lbs heavier toping out around 195lbs.  Oh ya, I had some mad fat power, but the funny thing was that my cycling performance were 10xbetter than they had ever been.  I have been able to slowly drop my weight since then, but I am still a fat kid athlete in a skinny kid athlete driven sport.