Weightlifting. I first started working out with my dad at the local YMCA but we only used the machines and did a few dumbbell exercises and we were not very consistent. Then I went to college and my freshman year roommate got me to start working out regularly. Although I only went when he did and still stuck to mostly machines. A few months later into my freshman year I met a girl I really liked and she became my 1st girlfriend ever. Throughout the relationship I still worked out although not as regularly, we did go running a lot together though. Needless to say the relationship ended that summer (for various reasons probably including that I was a little obsessed and clingy) and she broke my heart. She was the 1st girl I had ever loved and it crushed me. I was pretty depressed for awhile and stopped working out completely. Finally after a month or 2 I snapped out of it and decided I needed something to focus on to get my mind of things (and also admittedly out of petty/silly revenge to make her jealous or trying to get her back) I started working out seriously. I started hitting the gym hard, eating right, and doing researching on health and fitness. It was one of the best things that has ever happened to me in my life. I had never dedicated myself so much towards something, it really helped me on so many levels and I learned a lot about myself. That was 4 years ago and im still lifting weights to this day 4-5 times a week (although I did hit some bumps here and there where I stopped working out for extended periods the most being 2-3 months). And so yeah I guess thats my hobby.