Call Me Sampson

The other day Paul asked me to go to the gym with him. We both had a free lunch break between classes and it seemed like it would be a good time. It was fun, but I walked out of that gym as one humble man.

I'm a pretty big fellow, and I have always been relatively confident in my strength. I have never consistently worked out for longer than about 2 days, but I've always been strong enough to do whatever I needed to do, (like moving thousand pound televisions). Well, I'm not as strong as I thought.

We started off benching, and paul went first. He put some weight on the bar and ripped out ten reps with no sweat, just to warm up. "Looks easey" I thought. I laid down on the weight bench, and after nearly bursting all of the veins in my face, tearing all my muscles to bits, and crapping my pants a few times I maneged to do three reps (with a little assistance from Paul).

Looking around the gym I noticed that half of the guys were built like The Rock, and the other half looked like professional soccer players, lean and tough. I looked for somebody I would feel confident that I could beat up if necessary, and could only find one guy. I'm not discouraged though. I'm humbled, and I've spent the last two days with all of my muscles in mortal agony, but I'm going back, and I'm looking foreward to it.

Side Note: I bought a marshal 4x12 cab today. I'm hooking up my Fender Ultra Chorus to it, and I'll have a 3/4 stack. It looks pretty sweet, and its going to sound nice!