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And Kick Your Own Damn Ass

me a way to bench and squat and even leg press. That was all I had, and
that was all I needed.

Using these resources – a bench and some weights - I set up a “gym” in a
tiny area in my basement that was next to the heater and began to train
like a son of a bitch. I went from 135 the summer before freshman year
to 185 in sophomore year. I looked completely different. All of a sudden,
the football and wrestling coaches were asking me to join their teams!

I declined because although I loved to work out, I still wasn’t much of a
sports guy. Even so, I was very flattered to be asked and it gave me a big
boost. (I actually wanted to learn to box which I did pursue (briefly), but
we’ll talk about that later.)

In my junior year I was up to 195, and in senior year I was up to 205. The
bullying had come to a complete stop, I looked strong, and I was strong. I
was still a closet nerd who went to see stop-motion dinosaur movies like

“THE VALLEY OF GWANGI” on the sly so none of my classmates would
find out and I still secretly bought FAMOUS MONSTERS OF FILMLAND,
so that part hadn’t changed. But at least I was a well-rounded nerd.

I set preliminary GOALS and accomplished what I had set out to do. But
my journey was far from over. From there I continued to LEARN MORE,
REVISE MY GOALS and made CONTINUED PROGRESS.