Watching a boy turning into a man always fills me with a sense of pride and wonderment. Pride because, as their coach, I know I’ve helped to give them the wherewithal to realize their physical potential. Wonderment, because I remember how beautiful the process was for me. Bulking out, learning to be the master of my own sexual urges, realizing I was turning more and more heads, recognizing the innate power that was mine to use as I desired. It was an intoxicating sensation, and witnessing it in others can be utterly addictive.