So here’s the thing…
In my circle of friends and family…you know, my WORLD…I’m the strong guy. The heavy lifter. The first guy that comes to mind when someone needs help lifting…anything. I’m enormous. I’m loud and always happy, always cracking wise and I absolutely REVEL in being big and strong… I’m taller than everyone, bigger than everyone, stronger than everyone I know.
…until I walk into my gym.
I workout in a dungeon called MetroFlex in Arlington, and there are women there lifting more than I can. I’m one of the weak assholes taking up space on the squat rack with my piddly weight, preventing the real men from moving the serious iron.
I don’t know about you guys, but it’s simultaneously demoralizing and motivating to be put in your place in the real world like that, just by being in the presence of the heavy hitters.
Not really sure why I posted this. Hell I may be the only one that feels this way. lol.
Anyway, feel free to discuss.