I was never really athletic and never did sports outside of gym class, but when I was 14 or 15, I started training in Kenpo Jiujitsu. (Fun Fact #1 - one of the guys my Sensei studied under was the “notorious” Nimr Hassan, who studied directly under Mitose).
I started lifting in high school when I was an unmuscular 170 pounds, 6’2", and tired of being called “lanky.” I made all the usual mistakes that teenagers do - I overemphasized supplements and under-emphasized food, followed dumb programs, followed Flex magazine as gospel, changed programs too often, turned down advice from more experienced lifters.
In a weird coincidence, a guy at my dojo worked at GNC and told me they were hiring, so I soon got a job there. Not surprisingly, this did little to increase my knowledge of effective training. Even though I was reading five or six muscle magazines each month, I wasn’t getting anything close to uber-jacked even though I was now training at a pretty great, serious gym.
(Fun Fact #2 - The first gym I belonged to eventually closed its doors and, years later, reopened just a few blocks from where I currently live. So the gym I go to now is actually the same one I went to almost 15 years ago, same owner, just a new location.)
Eventually I got certified through the ISSA as a trainer, began working with clients for all sorts of goals (athletes, non-athletes, elderly, young kids, etc.), and I started studying what coaches and trainers, not professional bodybuilders, had to say about effective training. Over the years, I’ve experimented a ton, gotten up into the high 220s, never broke 230 that I can remember. Never got “sloppy” with a squishy muffin top and moobs, but never really got 8-pack shredded either.
Recently (as in, the last two or three years), I’ve “remembered” the importance of goal setting. Simple as it is, I kinda spent a lot of time satisfied with just doing something in the gym a few days a week, staying generally active, and basically coasting.