I'd read all the muscle mags I could, earned a much greater respect for the science behind it. These guys weren't meatheads, they were committed and smart. I was never going to be THAT big, that's for the pros and those taking health risks, but I could admire their development. My dad thought I was gay since I read such mags, hah, this couldn't be further from the truth but I respected their discipline.
Maybe a year later, I was told one of these guys in the juice click pissed out blood. Another had constant stomach pains. I had less size (at that time), but none of these insane health effects. Still years after, I saw two of these guys. They were skinny, frail/unhealthy looking, their gains gone. While all the muscle I and others in my circle had gained remained. Real and natural.
A friend of mine re-connected with me many years later told me that he and some of our other mutual friends would see me with my gym bag, hauling myself to the gym and they'd joke and laugh. He said that he respected my dedication though, it was something I really enjoyed since I was getting older and my old group of athletes didn't play regular sports together anymore, I needed the outlet and focus.
Whether it's coding a project, building a deck or building ones muscles, there is something instinctive about pushing for change and the creation of something new from the air.