I want to share a story from my earliest days in the gym.
I was 14 years old and I had just started lifting weights.
At the time I was a heavy pot smoker and I had lots of self esteem issues.
I didn't know much about lifting or diet, but I used to do sets of 20 reps to get more 'defined'. I probably weighed somewhere between 100 and 120lb and I was very ectomorph skinny.
I remember that I was doing bicep curls with 15lb dumbells. I was close to the end of my set and my arm was unable to do anymore reps, but I was really trying hard to get another rep. My back was arching like hell and I was failing to curl the 15 pounder in my toothpick of an arm.
Two guys were standing near me, one of them was quite old (~70s). They looked at eachother and might have chuckled and the old guy came up to me.
He started by explaining that he had lots of training experience and that he had trained with Arnold Swartzenegger before. Then the fucker has a talk with me about how "some day your balls will drop - yeah they will actually drop down. Then you can come here, but until then don't come to the gym".
Anyway it really bothered me. I don't remember if I kept going to that gym or if I started going to a different gym as a result (this was at the gym closest to my home).
All I remember is that about 2 years later when I had got a bit older and sorted my life out a bit better I was lifting more than alot of guys in the gym (I wasn't big compared to most of them, its just that 95% of men train like pussies). I would see that guy in the gym and he just looked like some old guy not lifting very heavy. We never spoke and I don't know if he recognized me.