30 Years Ago
In 1996, my life was quickly falling apart. I was wrapping up my sophomore year in college, I was struggling with a lot of personal turmoil and I was identifying with some degree of depression.
My doctor put me on a medication to help and it only made things worse.
I was hospitalized 3 times that summer for circumstances relating to suicide attempts and suicidal ideation.
I tried going back to school for my junior year, but I was so heavily medicated, it was hard to stay focused on coursework.
And around that same time, I started to venture into street drugs.
I dropped out of college midway through my first semester of my junior year and by year’s end, I would be back in the hospital again, my fourth time in less than a year.
We finally found a doctor who could test me again for everything previous doctors had diagnosed me with and he pushed back on the results.
He told my parents: Jason doesn’t need any of these medications and he doesn’t have any of the diagnoses you were told that he has. He just needs a sounding board to help him deal with his challenges.
Slowly, he weaned me off of all the medications.
However, the illegal substances were starting to pick up steam and they wouldn’t stop until much later.
I’d be hospitalized again in 1998 but that would be the final stint.
In 1999, I “accidentally” fell into fitness.
I saw my body one night in the mirror, riddled with drugs, and knew I needed to change something.
So, I bought a weight bench and some dumbbells and started working out on my own in my apartment.
It wasn’t long after that I realized I’d need access to more equipment if I wanted to make the most of what I could do with my body, so I joined a local gym.
Little did I know, these seeds of fitness would grow into something more prominent later on.
A few years passed, and I started to focus more on how I was eating, and then the time came when I’d put the drugs down for good.
However, before I’d quit drugs indefinitely, I finally got enough of my head straight to get back to school and get a degree.
20 Years Ago
The drug use, for me, began in the fall of 1996. What started very simply as weed use, grew into taking anything and everything I could get my hands on.
At one point, I estimated that in 10 years of steady, chronic drug use, I may have managed a total of 2 weeks where I wasn’t under the influence of an illegal substance.
And by 2006, I’d done enough damage to my body, my relationships and my finances, that it was time to put it down for good.
While I didn’t know it then, it helped that we were transferred from one state to another and I’d be leaving a lot of my friendships and drug alliances behind me.
Late in 2007, while I was heading into my last semester of college, I had an opportunity to get certified as a personal trainer. I’d go on to pick up three certifications in quick succession: personal training, fitness therapy and sports nutrition.
In 2008, my son, Jackson, was born and having a child was the first true glimpse I had of continuing to turn my life around post-drugs.
17 Years Ago
In the spring of 2009, I had some unique opportunities in front of me: newly graduated from college with a degree in business management, three certifications related to fitness/nutrition and the goal and dream of opening up a fitness studio of my own.
The mission?
To embrace what life is like when you succeed at making a dramatic positive change; a personal “revolution.”
It was an opportunity to clean my slate, in a manner of speaking, and take all of the dark, muddy parts of my life and turn them into something good.
Revolution Fitness & Therapy wasn’t just about having a gym.
It was about having hope.
Hope to succeed.
Hope to improve.
Hope to do better not just for myself but for others.
I’d still make a TON of mistakes as a business owner.
But I got a lot right, too.
And when I think back along the last 30 years, it’s mostly in awe.
How did I get here?
How did I survive enough of the muck to be where I am today?
And with an immense amount of gratitude to my parents who stood by my side from 1996-2006 when I was arguably at my worst and most chaotic.
To my sons, Jackson and Sebastian, for inspiring me to be the best Dad I could be.
To my wife, Marissa, who’s watched every peak and valley of my life over the last 16 years and has been there to lend a hand through the deepest valleys.
And to the clients, both current and former, who have catapulted RevFit to the place it is now.
The milestones are significant but the milestones mean very little if you don’t have people to share them with, celebrate them with, and allow the space for everyone to come together and say:
Look at what WE made.









