Do any of you remember the very first time you decided that you wanted to start lifting weights? The actual moment where you said to yourself…“this is for me!”. Not the reason you decided to start lifting weights. We all know what those are; more muscles, chicks, beat up local bully, chicks, etc.but the actual moment or event that solidified it into your brain that you wanted to lift big iron.
Personally, my iron epiphany was at the YMCA in Youngstown, Ohio in the mid 70’s. I was an awkward doofus teenager and I had wandered into the massive weight room of the Y. The blaring heavy metal music, gigantic men, weight plates, and clouds of chalk put a spell on me that I have never been able(nor cared to)shake.
I was wondering if anyone else can remember the pivotal moment that shifted them to the weight lifting universe and out of the orbit of ordinary men? Any stories out there that you care to share?