Way back when

It was back in 2001. Once upon a time an athlete, i evolved into a short stumpy kid with signs of developing man-boobs. Sneers and sarcasm was the usual at school. One fine day after a particular remark from a dick sucking twiggie, i decided that i could'nt let it continue. I won't allow myself to be that kid.

Back then we've had dumbbells at home for ages but my relationship with them involved me watching my brother workout and then a curl or two every once the moon is blue. We had also added a curl bar and what now seems an insignificant amount of weights to our collection. Although i had not begun to use them, i always thought i could hear them. Call me a hypocritical religious pig but it's not unlike a priests' calling i suppose. It was just a matter of time. And that time had come. I decided to get off my lazy ass to join the brotherhood.

With some guidance, and sets of rows, presses and curls later, i knew i'd gotten stuck in a love affair. More like a lust affair. A greed for what I felt: the blood rush, the tightness in my forearms, the pump. I'd never felt anything like this. And it definitely trounced beating off. Mind you, we did not know anything about supplements back then, and even if we had, we couldn't have afforded it (not like that's changed too much).

I'd certainly love to thank those guys from school for being my catalyst with a good beatdown if i ever meet them again.

That's my story. What's yours?

-Trainwreck